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Ya know Alright, let's go When the tide hits you straight in the face Life is getting harder treading water, got nowhere to go And as the time slips away, day by day Stranded in the ocean, every open door has now been closed Deadbolt locked, no escape Feeling like an outcast, so out of place And I know the tides might take you away But don't you worry there's no hurry for tomorrow 'Cause today's still young Now you've hit rock bottom and you're feeling lost at sea, yeah Just keep your head above the water And I know you'll find some way to breathe When the tides they drag you down When the tides they drag you down Down under, further than you've ever been, What I know When the tides they pull you out When the tides they pull you out Out full far, Lord teach me how to swim, how to swim Whoa oh oh [3x] Stay away from the bad tides Whoa oh oh [3x] Yeah Only go where there's good vibes The good vibes, I knew I would choose positivity After I realize my life is so much more I know this life ain't what you bargained for But honestly you never know what Life has got in store (Yeah you never know) 'Cause everybody's gonna make it if they try (oh yeah) And if you persevere through your fears, never hide. (yeah) Fold your hands in a prayer to the sky And let your worries wash away with the tides And I'm singing Now you've hit rock bottom and You're feeling lost at sea, yeah (So lost, yeah) Just keep your head above the water (Above the water) And I know you'll find some way to breathe When the tides they drag you down When the tides they drag you down Down under, further than you've ever been, What I know When the tides they pull you out When the tides they pull you out Out full far, Lord teach me how to swim, how to swim Whoa oh oh [3x] Stay away from the bad tides Whoa oh oh [3x] Yeah Only go where there's good vibes And you got to keep your chin up (And you gotta keep your chin up), Keep your head held high (Keep your head held high) Just forget about the bad tides (Just forget), Let em roll on by (Let em roll) And you got to keep your chin up (And you gotta keep that chin up), Keep your head held high (Let em roll) Just forget about the bad tides (Let em roll), let em roll on by When the tides they drag you down When the tides they drag you down Down under (Down under), further than you've ever been, What I know When the tides they pull you out When the tides they pull you out (They pull me out) Out full far, Lord teach me how to swim, (teach me) how to swim Whoa oh oh [3x] Stay away from the bad tides Whoa oh oh [3x] Yeah Only go where there's good vibes Whoa oh oh [3x] Stay away from the bad tides Whoa oh oh [3x] Yeah Only go where there's good vibes (Stay away from the bad tides, Only go where there's good vibes)

Shout !

[Intro] Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight! OH NO NOT THEM HITTIN' CHROME! [Fredro Starr] Balheadz and gunz BLOAW! Do you wanna run say: 'Aaah!' (Aaah!) Wich way did he go? You don't know You move too slow, boy you BLOW My style flows on you right here Where my Queens niggaz? (RIGHT HERE!) Is you out there? (YEAH!...YEAH!) [Sonsee] Just watch us walk this hit, and get ILL We won't gall, til we hear fifty bill So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up Rappers and routines, that make bricks [Sticky Fingaz] And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came frome And even if I left...SNOW, I still be a hoodlum Cuz good dayz come to those WHO TAKE 'EM And I'm fed up, if there was so much things outta ya I gotta screeaam! (Aaah!) To let it all It's frustration and it's filled up inside a me! [Chorus] Come on and scream (AAH!) And shout (OOH!), just let it all out (YEAH!) (4x) [Sonsee] These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse They keep comin' around like auto-reverse But then I shift THE WORST! We THE WORST, and then they heard But first da cut-- Then I bust they verse to quince(?) my fears [Sticky Fingaz] I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm broke So I'm searching for somebody to put in a choke hold And I can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neck And SQUEEZE until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death [Sonsee] Yo, you smell that? [Fredro Starr] Yeah, that's me, I'm the shit I'm in affect like Woodtex A newer Tec from out da click Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken WHERE'S THE WEED I NEED? It is my vitamin, so light it Lincoln (HAH!) Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar This style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we be We AFFICIAL NAST! [Chorus] [Fredro Starr] When I was born, I never thought that I could be like that ? up on their BACK, block's sellin' CRACK Watch the BLACK cops, I PACK cock clocks and glock phat knots Nigga in Dawn Paddy crimes, like I play nines And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin' mine Faultless for ghetto minds, and FUCK DA ??? See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the crooks THEY GOT bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and Deffer and better This my better bottom of brother, word to mother! [Sonsee] Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it When all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesis We just get it, wish your style is old and ? So burn up mo' money, cuz you gets no credit You want it? Here go Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo Bangin' M.C.'s, SO KEEP IT LIVE! Up in here I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--Most def, Most Def [Sticky Fingaz] Sticky Fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in chains Where I grew up, in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens, and my teams My pants is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens Without it I wouldn't've lived this long In my wildest dreams, that I'm a STAR! All spotlights, police have me! [Chorus] [Outro] Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop All City keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't sto


JOELL ORTIZ "Free Agent"
[Intro: Barrington Levy] Ohhhhhhohhhoh-whoa, ohh-whoa Thank you Jah for everything Thank you God for everything Thank you for your blessings OHH-ohhh-whoa [scatting] My LORD! [Joell Ortiz] The first time I ever saw me all over again Lizay[?] - I told her that I know it's a him I remember pickin him up and folded him in my arms, I stared long, I was soakin it in I wanted to take him home right then, show him his crib Put his lil' pajamas on, tuck in his bib Walk him around his room, he wasn't much of a crier So he ain't really suck a pacifier I couldn't wait 'til he stepped out that walker Even though when he did she crept out to Georgia Them first couple of years, it was torture But it ain't about that right now, I forgive her And she no longer keeps me away from my lil' nigga I see him e'ry summer and holidays in the winter I can't believe he 10, wow~! I thank you for him every second, but let me thank you again now [Chorus: Barrington Levy (Joell Ortiz)] Why, what you gave to me is so incredible! (It's so wonderful Lord) Why, what you gave to me is so incredible! (Words can not explain) Why, what you gave to me is so incredible! (My two lil' boys) Why, what you gave to me is so incredible! (Lizay, Jariq) [Joell Ortiz] The second time I ever saw me all over again Jariq[?] - my oldest got a bro to defend Chubby as can be, hair fuzzy, he's Jariq Lil' loudmouth had me jumpin out my sleep Give him somethin to eat, burp him and lay him down Watch him doze off, but first he would play around He's still a clown - he pulls up his pants Do this funny-ass dance, I swear I be on the ground I just spoke to him on the horn He said "Daddy, guess what? I wrote a song!" I said "Let me hear it," he said "Nope! It's too long" I said "Oh you wrong," man our bond is so strong I 'member the eye contact we first made Now look at him, school bus to first grade Can't believe he's 7, wow! Thank you for him every second, got another gift from heaven now [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] Uhh, what you gave to me The two reasons that I grind faithfully The two people that make too much not enough There's not much to discuss, two fingers go up If it don't benefit them I ain't tryin to chat My life and sacrifice, man they why I rap Why I go everywhere and record like I'm wire tapped Why I'ma hold up a few awards for these fire tracks Said I wouldn't spoil 'em, that ended mad quick I get 'em e'rything, cause I ain't have shit When they smile, whatever I was mad with gets tucked away like a fade on my ad libs Glad my grandmoms got to see 'em grow Argue with my moms cause, she be tryin keep 'em yo I be havin to take my kids back Thank you for 'em e'ry day cause when you made them, you did that [Chorus] [Joell repeats his sons' names to fade] [Outro: Novel] What you gave to me And you gave to me, you gave What you gave to me What you gave to me, so incredible You gave to me, yeah yeah What you gave to me, yeahhhh Ohhh, yeah yeah [fades out]

So Right

THE LOX "Money, Power Respect"
[Styles] Catch me in the dirt ?? In the ?? porche burning out Head across seas, bout to turn it out Coming back home to a furnish house We three deep, What?, and we ain't get no sleep We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right Plan is to keep the fam tight Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light Can't see the dice, ice to bright Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot Get a record deal and not take it serious Plan to make hits for a long period Hell of a living, shit being on television Ball i'ma score everytime there's an inning I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in Chorus: [Kelly Price] ?Your fault?, So right (so right) It makes me want more (it makes me want more) ?Your fault?, So tight (so tight) You need an encore (give me an encore) [Sheek] yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo Hey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddle Sheek laid back, you know I'm bout to bubble All ya'll hate that, tryin to keep me in trouble We take things serious, ya'll do it for fun Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then done International despite thee, Westcoast beef I blew it down on Keenen Ivory Wayans, got the all with a grain for the pain So if we conflict you get all in yo brain You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop From day til it's dark with the fat man scoop Now you spook, you heard Lox about to drop Pop the top, we got this in a can like Pringle Heard one song, now you changing up your single While I mingle, Sheek the black man gingle In a club with two mommies, that's bilangual Chorus [Jadakiss] Yeah, wha?, wha?, yo yo yo yo Now what ya'll think we here for? aight then Get this money, keep it tightened, right when All ya'll thought ya'll was coming to get us Cuz we lost B.I.G., but he still wit us Fooled ya'll ass, ya'll tools don't blast All we do is make hot songs and use ya'll cash I hang my plaques in the bathroom Cuz I'm sill thinking bout making a hit While I'm taking a shit Playa Haters be scraping the 6 For no reason, that don't even make no sense I'm happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tints If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out Get a new look out, pull your black book out Who you know pal for enough to distribute 2.5 and that's just the tribute Anything envolved with Benji's we with that With the good comes the bad never forget that Chorus to fade

React - Redman

[Intro] Just Blaze, yeah Check me out now Yo, yo, yo, yo, check me out now Yo, yo, yo Let me hear ya say kisi ko (if someone) Uh huh, kudkushi ka (has suicidal) uh huh, shok ho tow (interests) uh huh kya kare (then what can WE do) Put your hands in the air everybody, c'mon Where them dogs at [Erick Sermon] Hey yo, I'm immaculate, come through masculine Wide-body frame, E-Dub's the name, whoa In the field of rap, I'm supurb, I'm fly I should be in the sky with birds I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo (Hey yo, them TENS nigga) I know, I keep 'em clean though Come through stormin' the block like El Nino Scoop up an arabic chick before she close She goes, kisi ko, those my people Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them key folks Yeah, watch how the E lows 64 Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor Burn out, I do it for the kids They're hoppin' it turn style, the E goin' wild Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD Yeah, I'm worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga kisi ko kudkushi ka soge ho tho kya kare vo kisi ko kudkushi ka soge ho tho kya kare vo 1 - Whateva' she said, then I'm that If this here rocks to y'all, then react, kisi ko kudkushi ka soge ho tho kya kare vo Whateva' she said, then I'm that If this here rocks to y'all, then react Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty I leave your eye like a 9-9 biz-buggy, puffy Brit niggas get real ugly Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky Mug me, I ain't got nothin' but four figures And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender My shots like squeegy men on your window Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member Get away (kisi ko)when I sat down in the office Heat in my 'lac keep me walkin' awkward While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it Yo' bitch is my bitch when it's over No Cristall, I'll pour duck with King Cobra Out in the Nova, don't bother My knee not brown, cost is a shot down the quarter Repeat 1 Hey yo Red, he's over (Word?) with his shit right now Watch this, told ya Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chillin', I'm milk I'm that kid Gizmo, which y'all billin' Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it's me Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal Free When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out Total recall for people to breathe I got dogs in the backyard (kisi ko) shittin' their lawns We got chickens ain't leaving 'till six in the morning Round and round we go, circle the area Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott Dozy-doe, we're cowboys with a saddle-lac Rodeo with 24's on the Cadillac What your name is, yo, R.E.D. Crack cost money, but the E is free, yeah repeat 1

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

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