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JACKI-O lyrics - Free Agent

Lord Speak

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See how the fuck I'm with the streets since I was thirteen when my ol' boy died that was the worst Thing. now I'm hurting cause there's no guidance now I'm trusting niggas even though I know they lying. Never graduated shit I guess I wasn't trying too busy tryna whip a nigga out of what they buying. But the teachers don't like me momma can't you see I use to say fuck school books ain't for me. Now I'm sipping yak with the convicts and thug killers make some choke and sell crack for the Neighborhood drug dealers. I'm a mess and my life is a whirl wind that's how it is when you'sa Dope boy girlfriend in and outy relationships with the same drama nigga keep going back fucking With his baby mama, lanlord stalking me, problems is calling me lord I know you busy but I need you To talk to me [Bridge:] Yeahhhhhhh, if I was you I would say yeahhhhhh(speak lord, speak to me) Oh oh hoooo ho ho hooooo Uh uhuhuh speak lord, speak to me Don't nobody know what I've been through just to keep my bills paid All the shit I had to boost in and out of jail I shit I had to dojust to try and get ahead All the friends I had to loose everybody's cuttuing on me tryna get a piece Nobody's ever satified. everybody wanna fiest Who can you trust plottin'. you can't fuck no body up because everybody's watching Hoping that I fall I know haters doubt me neva did give fuck what A bitch said about me. I know they got they nuts crossed cause bad shit happens But I'm a strong bitch so I'm a keep rapping Let'em throw they haxes cause I'm a still stand no weapons shall prosper cause Bitch god gotta plan I ain't living right lord I need you to walk with me I know you probably busy but I need you to talk to me [Bridge] Tell me what I gotta do Tell me who I gotta get from round Tell me who cut throat, show who really down Help me understand men I want to be a sweet chick You bleesed me with a lot of things but show me how to keep shit Friends keep dying on me the world ain't safe Niggas ain't doin time cause them niggas turn to state Kids ain't kids little boys touting clips Little girls half naked they all wanna strip Talk to em [bridge: ending the song out]


GWAR "Scumdogs Of The Universe"
[Sang by Sleazy P.] With a battle cry go forth which is 'Give the people what they want.' And what the people want could only be the senseless slaughter of the gutter-slime that litters this nation for cash and prizes. Yes, this is the show where people bet their lives to win something big. Cause when your life is shit, then you haven't got much to lose on Slaughterama! This next geek is guilty of the following: A Grateful Dead life for which he's been allowing. Tried to tell us 'Give peace a chance.' Met the National Guard and he shit in his pants. Its not you imagination, its not a bad trippie, yes thats him - Its the big smelly hippy! Hello Mr.Hippy, nice to meet ya. Hey, got a little shit between your toes. How's things at the ol' manure factory How's little Tofu What! She grew another head Well, ya gotta lay off that LSD y'know, kinda makes your offspring goofy-looking. So, how do ya hide money from a hippy Put it under the soap. I'm sorry but that answer wasn't in time, you're gonna have to put your mouth on this. Whoa! I blew your head clean off. Good thing I was such an expert shot with the National Guard back in Penn State. There's nothing like hippy honey. My dad always use to take me with Lee Harvey Oswald. All right, we're rocking now. Worlds biggest hair, worlds tightest pants got no circulation but you still can't dance. Fashion is a statement and sometimes a risk. Every fashion had its faults, but yours is the pits. Always in black, looks like he's dead - Here's the art-fag lying on his death-bed. Hello Mr. Art-Fag, come on out here. Say, what a hairdo. Its awfully big. As big as the.. the.. the Hindenburg and it will go up just as fast if I put this lighter to it. But no, I'm gonna hold out and ask you this question: What ever happened to Eddie Munster I'm looking at him! Oh, Oderus help the boy with his hairdo there.... ooh, its getting ripped off. Ow, you know that's gotta hurt. Hey, what's Oderus trying to do with his face Is that a face-lift No, he's pulling that face clean off. Ahhhhh. Help that sod outta here.. Gave up pussy, stopped to a toot. Now you can't wait to give someone the boot. Elbows and knuckles, all you knows how. Follows the heard, just another cow. Brain full of shit, boots full of lead. Scream for him now here's the nazi skinhead. Hello Mr.Nazi Skinhead how'ya doin' How's Geraldo's nose Still broken W ell it's good to see ya still on the job. Y'know when you're mugging talk show commentators in bathrooms, always remember to draw the swastika turning to the right, not to the left, always to the right. Why do nazi skinheads wear red suspenders anyway H e doesn't have to tell you. Time to give this nazi skinhead one more haircut, real close to the shoulders like. Whoa! His heads been decapitated. Look at all that PSI in he aorta artery. Whoa! Is he a gusher or what Well, ladies and gentlemen that's all for this week. We've killed everyone worth killing, hope you do the same. We'll Be back next week for another edition of Slaughterama. It's full of existential despair. It's full of people who just don't care. Don't feel sorry for them. They've chosen there own pathetic life.

In The Zone

[Verse 1: Akinyele] I swing swords like musketeers, the gun blaze Lay you down like wave, when you brushin your hair I don't care who you are and get, go tell, Ak-nel Been on every record la-bel, CEO's know that I dead Presidents like Lee Harvey Os-well Look what they did to Prazwell, put together the Fugees You see how they (Doo) like (Scooby) But Ak truly use dem for, dey use me Money to make, Spongecake like Suzy Fool I spill [?] like Lucy - these hot and double slugs make your blood boil and bubble like jacuzzis Nigga I did Biz like Cool V Get it, Biz and Cool V The dude who used to spin for Markie God you small like yawkies[?] fuck the car keys You frail I trail you home like RV's Automatic Desert Eagle haunt me Cause I keep static, like walkie talkies Go to studio with my love, just to talk As my voice skate on the board like Tony Hawk [Chorus] Ak, ak, come the fuck on [scratched:] "let me set you straight" I put rappers and singers in they place [scratch:] "that's right" Smack fire out ya ass "Sorry if my loud crude vulgar voice is givin you a headache!" [Verse 2: Akinyele] The real rhyme sayer, that gotta spray ya This dude been rude since Ice Cube used to wear, activator Who the fuck you wanna be, "Boyz N the Hood" Nowadays kids grow up, wantin to be Suge But fuck that, buck that, real rap, come back Clik-clak, and stick yo' ass like thumbtacks Nevermind where my slugs at, I'm finnin to have your head spinnin down the street, like a hubcap My gat clap, like pitty-pat, fuck a Smith & Wes I pack a Funk Flex, cause I bust (Big Kaps) I lay you nigs flat My AK spray at your toupee, and push your wig back I got lyrics as soon as you hear it It sound sick and psychotic, you be like Ak still got it I'm exotic, I'm dope like narcotic Thoughts so ripe they feedin me antibiotics The world hottest, they say I'm a little too modest cause I walk holdin my balls like the Globetrotters [Chorus] You think you can hang with Ak? Ha, come the fuck on [scratched:] "let me set you straight" I put rappers and singers in they place [scratch:] "that's right" Smack fire out ya ass That's what you get if you step to the Ak [two loud explosions] [scratched:] "blown to bits" [scratched:] "blown to bits" [Verse 3: Akinyele] Let's go, yo You don't want no part of, you soft like Jimmy carter I'm big like Nell Carter Slam yo' ass like Vince Carter, you want harder? I, part your head like a barber Bomb yo' ass like Pearl Harbor Slaughter throw ya body in the water You want harder? I'll, straight, slaughter your daughter Make your Dame Dash like Shawn Carter Fuckin jet like a charter You want harder? I dress harder I wear a baseball bat cause I'm a troublemaker real starter Niggaz is fish like tartar, you want harder? I, go to Atlanta bust yo' ass like the martyr/Mardi Twentyfive to life for four bodies, fourth quarter You want harder? There's no harder I'm the hardest, rap artist, yo regardless shit if you a gold or platinum artist My mac-10 stick men like the (Midnight Marauders) Get it? Stic men, album cover, "Midnight Marauders" Split your coconut, like pina coladas, yeah Come the fuck on

Watch Me

Kane Abel "Am I My Brother's Keeper"
featuring Mystikal Silkk The Shocker Soulja Slim [Mystikal talking] Nigga you think you know me Think you know me nigga Nigga you don't know me Nigga you don't know You don't know nothing bout me You gon' find what you wasn't looking for Chorus Watch me or throw it off I ain't right Bitch I do something same rap game Murder I just might bring it on cause it's gon' be some shit tonight x1 [Kane Abel] I heard you niggas wanna start some shit 44 caliber hollow tips in the glock 30 clip Got them rocks in my pocket rocks on my wrist Ninety eight six hundred Benz copped from working the night shift Trying to make a million fo' 22 what I'm trying to do Little eager too to do what the fuck I gotta do Flip optimal like an ass crack Nigga puff puff pas that nigga pass the weed I pass back Click clack we come strapped It's fo' sho' nigga lay low tonight Cause maybe you could just might hit the flow tonight I did it I said it y'all niggas is hoes Paramedics trying to save you cutting open your clothes Nigga you don't wanna go head to head with me I got some niggas that will paint yo head red with me Toe to toe with me go to war with me You could lose yo whole family trying to roll with me Chorus x1 [Soulja Slim] Now I know you don't want none of them boys from uptown Come downtown to yo area until Vietnam A hard head make a soft ass I thought a nigga told you Slim speaking on behalf of that wild magnolia My people gave me the low while I was doing time upstate Told me a nigga from downtown caught a little uptown fame That he ain't seen no real nigga yet But I bet he don't want no drama Laying with my people and don't give a fuck that somebody shot his shhh I only fuck bomb killers dope dealers and real niggas Ill niggas and trill niggas get it how they live niggas And they thought they roam uptown for the doo doo brown Better get face down on the ground when a nigga tie yo legs down See that's the heart of New Orleans Ask another nigga from another city about his 3rd I bet they tell you that the water quick reserve Leaving and stanking on the curve that's what they heard They got a hell of a nerve to mail mack in the Calliope All the way to the 10th left turn 13th the third time you in the city of how to grow Chorus x2 [Mystikal] Bitch I'll do you something You thinkin if I cut you in yo motherfucking head it ain't gon' do shit Bitch this ain't no bluffing Thinkin all these niggas and these weapons ain't bout no busting Time to get wit cha we coming to get cha If I hit you where yo dick at it's gon' come out where you shit at My murder weapon knows best If you ain't got no vest it's gon' get protest We making noise all day I'm trying to tell em' but these bitches got to learn the hard way Pistol play warned from the hallway AK spray now yo ass all taint Bitch I'll do you something [Silkk The Shocker] And I gotta do em' something too They fucked up and fucked around with the wrong ass crew Now I'm gon' come up from short in a house full of loaded tanks Cup of canned soda for a picnic cup of canned soda for dank See we no limit niggas so drama we bout that there You doubt that there That's why when I'm hanging out it's gon' be out right there That's where niggas think our slugs at Trying to hang where I slang my drugs at Fuck it all the niggas that make mill stay real And how y'all fucking love that See I'm a gangsta and plus a nigga cold wit it Ain't scared of no nigga You left some pots and some boards and them drama boys said go get em' Step out the project post talking bout wooh nigga I got a little of few dollars I'm trying to get a little bit mo' nigga If it's gold fo' sho' nigga Cook I stay high like a rocket can't stop it until I get away from yo Pocket like a gold digger Ain't nothing but a five o four nigga When they enter putting bodies in bags and tagging cold niggas Better get yo mind right cause bitch this some real life Man tell these niggas [Mystikal] Watch me or throw it off I ain't right Chorus x2

Sufferings First

[Verse 1: Angel Haze] I'm staring' at the view from the height of my past pain; Ironic, I'm trying come in first if it's the last thing They trying throw me off, but I won't let 'em pass me They kill me with the hating, but I ain't in the casket I gotta stay on top, gotta fucking overcome shit I had to learn to beat it like I just got a drum kit Now my motto 'keep faith, stay strong Be prosperous Stay positive and fuck anyone that say opposite' 'Cause everybody don't wanna see you win In the end, your biggest enemies may be your friend Keep losing my balance; That's the prize of a winner So, I'm trying find God in the eyes of a sinner 'Cause me, I'm like the victim through the eyes of a killer; Gun's aimed at her worth and the pride that's within her I'm the uprise in the lives of the demise and devastation The little piece of heaven left in satan, forreal [Hook: Angel Haze] So what if it hurts? The struggle is first To live is to die, we all suffer the curse And love is the cure until we're suffering worse Pleasure is pain; the suffering's first [Verse 2: Angel Haze] Pushed 'em out of my life, my friends say that I changed But, how the fuck you make a difference and still stay the same? They don't carry the weight; they can't handle the pressure So they can see me evolve, but they can't capture my essence My life is insane, and I don't get enough credit But the picture ain't realistic like a Photoshop edit How could you even be mad that I would wanna enhance that? Just to have the option, like I hit the 'advanced' tab So, fuck 'em all; They'd rather see me fail I hit the mainstream and my ship gon' sail And niggas gon' hate, and some gon' applaud me But I remain a problem that nobody's resolving I got this ache in my soul and it's distant now 'Cause I'm hotter than the flames on a Piston now I keep losing my balance, that's what trips me out I keep my emotions inside 'til I'm flipping out But I won't trip I stand tall Just keep my head And hold on I said, I won't trip I stand tall Just keep my head And hold on [Hook: Angel Haze] So what if it hurts? The struggle is first To live is to die, we all suffer the curse And love is the cure until we're suffering worse Pleasure is pain; the suffering's first [Verse 3: Angel Haze] Sometimes I feel like I'm bound to be a sell-out So I spit fire to try to let this hell out To try to let myself out This cage I trapped myself in But I won't let myself in I feel like if I lose sight of me, I won't let myself win And I won't let myself end, I be damned if I do I enjoy being myself; I be damned if I'm you See, I give 'em what they need and that's that real shit And I do it with my heart so they can feel this That's why the words in my songs reach broken bones Make 'em strong, show 'em they got more to focus on And music is the only thing I put my hope in Use words to capture my mute emotions I'm like an umbrella top, how I'm hit with the rain But I walk when it hurts like a ligament's sprain And my thoughts like a frame to the picture I paint; I get high off the green like the top of terrain They can't extinguish the flame from my mouth when I speak I got beauty and peace, like a tropical beach And I got me some dreams that I won't stop 'til I reach And Dr. King's speech in the mouth of a freak [Hook: Angel Haze] So what if it hurts? The struggle is first To live is to die, we all suffer the curse And love is the cure until we're suffering worse Pleasure is pain; the suffering's first

Not To Be Fucked With

THE LOX "Money, Power Respect"
(Stylez) Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant Always seem pleasant Happy to be present Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe You can mess around with guns but death ain't right Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them Been experts and done less work than them With no album, we net worth more than them These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers You got some fly shit, but my shit Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch Loud tracks I'm the quiet loud ass Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass Make six digits eight and cop a palace Make every rapper sick and call me malace Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that? Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black Chorus x2 (Jadakiss) Who's not to be fucked with? (Stylez) That's me (Jadakiss) Who's to be fucked with? (Stylez) That's them Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them? (Jadakiss) And if they want beef later on I splash them (Stylez) And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them Should I give it to them new style or old fashion (Stylez) Do I have to break down the walls Stay off the floor I'm the general dog, I start the war Make every m.c. never spit again When I leave 'em empty No guts, no chest, no brain, no game Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train I feel no pain Steal cocain Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician With an anecdote that can stop my colission Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in What's the next issue? Sheek did official Called Spielberg, cops get tissue So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you Next question is where nasa at? We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad When we down on the craps We plasmic gats Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes Chorus x2

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