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Babble On

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What was that crack I made? Swung a hammer wrapped in suede Like a lick from a lunatic beatnik Knock you senseless as I babble on I strike between the lines Hissing words in serpentine Backbiter with an appetite I coil and rattle, then I babble on Every time I add a line I wish I could subtract Too late to take it back Conversations in veneer Sand 'em down, they're insincere Off guard, better check the cue card Got ghostwriters for my babble on So I communicate Intending to humiliate On attack with a cardiac comeback You take shelter, I take babble on Every time I add a line I wish I could subtract Too late to take it back And if talk is cheap, the price is high When I let another arrow fly Better to be seen and never heard Than to babble on with every word What was that crack I made? File a claim with Medicaid All my rumors spred like tumors Tale and tattle, rant and rattle on Ugly as the sin it is Sold out to the slander biz Gotta keep the tongue in line Even fools seem wiser off the babble on Every time I add a line I wish I could subtract Too late to take it back And if talk is cheap, the price is high When I let another arrow fly Better to be seen and never heard Than to babble on with every word And if talk is cheap, then why the thrill In an idle tongue that fires at will? Better to be silent and be strong Than to let my babble babble on Than to let my babble babble on Than to babble on


ATMOSPHERE "Strictly Leakage"
Rough, rugged and raw, nobody saw us So I smashed through the windows and dashed with it all Didn't even leave the broken glass Put it all in the van and took it home to stash We don't bargain, we throw darts man No money, pull honeys at the park jam So give it up this is Sean and Ant's stage Yours is on the floor with your permanent mad face You hit last place like you didn't know you would And caught a bad case like you never over stood Damn shame just a waste of track tape I bet them raps taste just like an ash tray You kittens gotta be kiddin' All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bitten Look at the teeth marks, check the dental records Go take a second to locate them exits, bitch Believe it's time for you to believe it Clean out your desk and turn the keys in It's termination day for these half wits Flappin' them lips from the cradle to the casket You mundane like Sunday traffic About as much threat as a wet book of matches They show me where the mic was, I grabbed it Took the stage and made the fans feel fantastic Atmos follow with the fear Don't be talking off my ear while I'm swallowing my beer Get the fuck outta here with your act Same type of cat that likes to talk shit behind your back Stab it, in your face like what's happening The brighter the lights the bugs come, it attracts em' Nowadays I keep to self so tell your girlfriend to take her eyes off of my belt buckle So fuckin' hungry the tummy rumble Gotta be more then just another monkey's uncle So I'ma get dumb this album And do it like I don't give a damn about the outcome Slide past the trash that's hatin' Slit the tree in half and crack the pavement Wrote graffiti on the mainstream application Was validated enough - we had the ladies masturbatin' After Satan laughs his ass off We'll all love hip hop, we'll all have bad jobs And even there on that assembly line I'll remember to remind you bout your empty rhymes On lunch break I'll battle you for those cupcakes Do it for the love or just to prove you're a fuckin' fake And after I catch a kiss from the receptionist I'm gonna pose like this I don't quit, I never have If you step in the act you better be better then that You can talk your shit like whatever, dag But excuse me miss we need to check your bag huh You're stealin' now give me back my style How does it feel tryin' to piggyback my crowd Say it loud, break it down, take em' out Like "give me this, I'm young, gifted and mixed" Wooooooheeeeee That's what I'm talking about Yo Ant I wanna holler at some friends I wanna say what's up to Plain Ole Bill I wanna say what's up to Puck Los Notivos, Stage 1, I Self Devine Cool Hakim, Brother Ali, Kancer, Mole Man Jimmy 2 Times, Budda Time, BK One Blueprint, The Chosen Few, my man Real Proof J-Bird, Kevin Peacher, Joe Good And my little brothers Jordan and Nathan Yo Sadiq I didn't forget about you man Let's get these swimming pools!

The Time Is Now

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[Chorus: John Cena] Your time is up, my time is now You can't see me, my time is now It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin' now You can't see me, my time is now! [John Cena] In case you forgot or fell off I'm still hot - knock your shell off My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off The franchise, doin' big bid'ness, I live this It's automatic I win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished A soldier, and I stay under you fightin' Plus I'm stormin' on you chumps like I'm thunder and lightning Ain't no way you breakin' me kid, I'm harder than nails Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jail I'm slaughtering stale, competition, I got the whole block wishing they could run with my division but they gone fishing - - with no bait, kid your boy hold weight I got my soul straight, I brush your mouth like Colgate In any weather I'm never better your boy's so hot you'll never catch me in the next man's sweater If they hate, let 'em hate, I drop ya whole clan Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] Yeah, uh It's gonna be what it's gonna be Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T Uh - it's a war dance and victory step A raw stance is a gift, when you insist it's my rep John Cena, Trademarc, you all are so-so And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe for dough though Aimin' guns in all your photos, that's a no-no When this pop, you'll liplock, your big talk's a blatant no-show See what happens when the ice age melt You see monetary status is not what matters, but it helps I rock a timepiece by Benny if any The same reason y'all could love me is the same reason y'all condemn me A man's measured by the way that he thinks Not clothing lines, ice links, leather and minks I spent 20 plus years seekin' knowledge of self So for now Marc Predka's livin' life for wealth [Chorus 2x]

U Don't Know (Remix)

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
(feat. M.O.P.) [Lil Fame] Time to duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH! (U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) It's the MOP (Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3 And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp (SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW Run up if you wanna, believe me dog These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on (WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior (The game aint changed)it just got harder Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage [Billy Danze] Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!) And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em The veterans have came, and we're better in the game (YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) '27 grams' my man It's better than cocaine, now everything will change In this family we'll rule the world And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids (MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka (FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK [Jay-Z] WHOOOOOOO!!!!!! Turn my music high, high, high, high-er Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire One body, two body, three body, four Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'll For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive Just add another million to these verses One million, two million, three million, four And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake Let's get it!

California Dreamin'

Dream Warriors
[Featuring GangStarr] [Chorus] the life you is walking through such a bitch day in to day out the same old thing kid [Verse 1 Spek] bring me to the end and I'll be me open up your eyes wide so you can see it's thick to be me how I kick my rhymes down pat within the circle how we do when we kick that fact but where's the meaning? I take it one night by one night but where's the meaning? I take it one day by every day I pick a rhyme I chose and put it number one inside my placement so look to find the signs inside my basement no tears sell us full of samples with ample time to loop it's just the beats from the dead from my head with my troop and it be cool if all the time was like studio time but days are long enough for Spek with the rest of my time I think I'm manic depressive and not agressive enough you can try to be hard but damn you still won't be rough life is whack for the ?? life is phat if you flow life is waitin' for a deal when you like got no dough [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Spek, Lu] in the middle of my nights I check my late night flicks I'm up at night trying to write and late night I get my kicks that is I'm out to get my main feature the low budget picture in my room and in between I write scriptures picture this the day's just a claender's notch and every kid becomes the one who wanna ride it on the crotches and when I'm finished when my flick is almost done when my rhyme is half done when I check a late re-run I lose to the groove soul sounds soothe me well sometimes my mind wonders sometimes heaven could be hell I pass the fools who has never known my name when I think about the deal sometimes I need someone to blame I add members to the show who knows a fan for the ones that wanna capture the essence of level to the hip-hop their directions they groke who's representing us? the critics holy smoke [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Lu] place text in images replacing old versions documents displayed as homemade glue without a clue you your loophole is deckin' in the halls to ring bells in fear of losing clientels my work place is infinite but can't plan it like my screens appearance is translusive but with a hard ??? I display I cruhser critics as easy as... skip this step if you wanna control key available to only keyboards you can't afford Q he's the shift he's the roller can't understand your education is basic (science) so many words and everything is being said yet people get pissed when people wanna your way but not their way so which way's the right way I'm going hungry in the belly of the beast that uncleans the serpent I walk like the lion I'm a leash [Chorus]

YMCMB Heroes

[Tyga] Ah.. ah.. life, life, I'm living my life, life Got a bitch with an ass so nice, Night time taking off your tights Have a G night, night, getting head on a flight flight 20 hour flight, I ain't never been a hater motherfucker I ain't got no time Young money like the lakers in their prime (prime prime prime) Make money off a mother fucking rhyme (rhyme rhyme rhyme) T-Raw in the bitch like, with a bad bitch trying to get a ring in a prom (prom prom prom) My swaggers is nice, word is bond she might not know my name, but she know my song 'Really Raw' Tyga dog, tiger blood I eat your heart out (out out out) Lick my paws, Hannibal Lecter I'm so involved Follow along, Jay Sean pass the patron, We shining hard up in this motherfucker [Chorus] So hit the lights, lights, lights So hit the lights, hit the lights Tell them all, tell them tell them hard .. So hit the lights, lights, lights So hit the lights, hit the lights Tell them all, tell them tell them hard .. [Jay Sean] Baby hold it and let me holla on the remix for a moment So watch me kick it then I'm gonna flip this script and own it To all the haters, I made it and I be balling (yeah I be balling) Yeah I'm the motherfucking man and I'ma brag and I'm glad that your listening to every word So you can sit and analyze and think of every curse so you can try and describe what you think of this verse So go ahead take your time and rewind it back, it wont change..? So many million sales they be up on plaques, on the walls in my crib as of matter a fact (hahaha) Yes it's me, come all the way from overseas Took that spot from the Black Eyed Peas Number one billboard entry Don't get me started this ain't no petty party I'm hardly new to the game, I served my time in the army Quarter of a billion views up on YouTube, U.K's number one most viewed Come out of the dark, I don't mean to be rude But it's true somebody.. [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Its Buss Rhymes baby Back in the kitchen I'm cooking and I think you better listen Look I hit them again, while I give it to them, a kick in the door And I shook them again let me spit it to them, oh shit Coming and going and I be running the show and I be knowing they knowing And I be gunning and blowing and I be stitching and sewing up everything up in this bitch, let's go Everybody know that I'ma come and I'ma kill 'em when we step up in the building And you know that I'ma hit them, and I do it how I do it now I gotta get them, explosive Every time I grab a microphone you know I must rep Everybody know it ain't a henny kill a dupstep And I murder everything while becoming a suspect Better hit the lights Better know that I'ma come and I'ma run them off You know it ain't a secret bitch you fucking with a boss Bring me any bottle it don't matter what it cost Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Yeah we got them wilding in the building right now The king is up in here you better bring the right crown Cause .. you better turn the light now YMCMB Do you really think you really wanna test me When you niggas know already who the best be So I hang them then I cut them, I bang them then I shut them Then I hit it up you know its only right Then I'm gonna hit them in the front, I Hit them in the back then I really think that people really need to see so.. [Chorus] [Cory Gunz] Yeah Cash Money till the end of me We family, he's a friend of me Make real nigga moves, you pretending to be Get it like Lebron give it, can you get to me Little nigger wanna .. for the pay Baby girl dug how nigga feel the day Thugging in public while my broads say they love it Couple of years back had pictures on my budget My main chick ? on her stomach see chief posse? thug runners? Stunna man say it other niggas get done in My team get to it, other niggas run from it Tune got me touring the world that one hundred Niggas did it all, still I ain't done nothing Jay Sean got us in the U.K gone Gone nigga gone hit the stage strong Watch what you say, long as the pay long Niggas think I'm a joke get hit with the trey long Word to Wayne I bet they herd the name So he reserved the lane for me to start to flame Taking the boat, we don't take the plane Hoe girl shake it, you deserve the change All she really want is a few furs of fame Pop champagne, Wear the chain Nah me and T ain't letting them wear the chain Unless she likes all that with her brain Bruce Lee flow on the track, clear the frame Hood be the niggas since Wayne and Mac Maine Tez Slim, the don and stunna man YMCM that will never change Tell them other niggas behave and act sane ?..begin right here is the action [Chorus]

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