JANET JACKSON lyrics - Unbreakable

Promise Of You

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Who can tell you The promise of you Will you Live up to The promise of you Gotta stop Say a prayer I’m in shock Can’t believe you just said I’m nothing Who are you Judging me ‘Cause I don’t think like you Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Who can tell you The promise of you The beautiful flower That just hasn’t bloomed You’re judging the surface But what’s growing inside Just might amaze you Bring it on I’m prepared Say I can’t But I don’t even care Doing things You couldn’t dream So just watch While I keep doin’ me Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Say a prayer Don’t recreate me as a clone Won’t accept no as I go Gotta vision all my own I’ll control The promise of you Call me strange I’m unique No disrespect I dance to my own beat ‘Cause I know It’s up to me Yeah to be The promise I vow to keep Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh

Sticky Fingers

COOLIO "It Takes A Thief"
Now I've seen places and faces And things you ain't never thought about thinking If you ain't peek then you must be drinking and smokin' Pretending not to lockin' but you're brokin' Let me get you open now Little Timmy got his diploma and, little Jimmy got life And Tamikra around the corner Just took her first hit off The pipe The other homie shot the other homie And ran away with his money And when the other homies heard about it They thought it was funny but who's the dummy Now you done lost the hustler A down-ass brother got replaced by a buster And though I got love for ya, I know I can't trust you Coz my crew is rollin' home and your crew is rollin' dusta And just because of that you act you don't like the brother No more, uh, I guess that's just the way it goes I ain't tryina preach, I believe I can reach But your mind ain't prepared, I see you when you get there 1-I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there, see you when you get there I'll see you when you get there if you ever get there See you when you get there More temptation and faith I guess we livin' for the day I seen a man get swept off his feet by a bullet and an AK the situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted I'm just tryin to take care of my kids And handle my business coz it way too serious So you gotta pay close attention So you don't get caught sittin' When they come and do all the gettin' Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse Someone's gotta run a little faster Coz we gotta lay the strugle I'd be a fool to surrender When I know I can be a contender And if everybody's a contender then everybody could be A winner, no matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers and regardless of the time somebody else still love us I'm a scuff and strugle y'all breathless and weak I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak always keep reaching sure to grab on to something I'll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin' (repeat 1, 1) Verse 3: PS (40 Thevz) You need to loosen up and live a little and if they got kids let them know how you feelin' for your own sake give a little oh, you don't want to hear that you busy tryina stack and keep them from the Jones's is taking advantage of your own the realist homies got you but you known them longest but some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone could have built an empire if not for the jelousy that you righteous we prefare to keep our eyes shut to describe when it's something wrong and we desire so hold your head up high if your poor and righteous until time seems right the problems seem endless put the time to this fairly we gotta put ourselves together and if you feel you're obligated then you need to get back in it coz nothing worse than a quitter you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother so gather up your pity and turn it to ambition and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side (rpt 1, 1) As we walk down the road of our destiny and the times when there was a the we got one push to give and one life to live stand up for something or lie down in your game listen to the song that we sing it's up to you to make it big I guess I'll see you when you see me (rpt 1, 1...)

Escape From The Killing Fields

ICE-T "O.G. Original Gangster"
Here we go I'm movin' off death row Ya gotta keep up hops Ya can't be slow Cuse their towers are high They got the hype gaats Check the perimeters good Read the maps It's night They might not see us Cuse if they catch us out there They'll bleed us Shoot us, kill us Dump us in a dark ditch Clean it up, call it a gang hit I gotta make my move Cause I'm a renegade I recognize when mind techniques Are being played It's a plot they use To keep down another Here comes another Brainwashed brother Shut up do you know How dumb you sound That mentality What keeps my people down No one wants to Live in an urban war You live there cause Your parents were poor They live there because Theirs were also Get yourself together Hit the gates bro! [CHORUS] Ya gotta get out! Ya gotta get out! Why Ya gotta get out! Ya gotta get out! Why Ya gotta get out! Ya gotta get out! Why Cause the fields Are where you die! Escape from The killing fields You try to keep us Running and running faster But I ain't runnin' from ya I'm runnin' at ya and my posse's thick About a mil strong Too late to make up now Cause it's on I'm the one that's got ya In constant fear I'm the nigga You shoulda killed last yeaar But you played yourself You let me gain wealth Now I can change the wy The cards are dealt I've schooled my homeboys Made 'em all understand The tricks nd twists Inflicted on the Black man How ya make me think to be down I gotta stay around Down in the motherfuckin' Battleground There'll never be any good Schools in the hood There'll never be any cops That are any good The hospital is a great place To go to die Real estate's cheap Let me tell ya why The man's got a Sure fire system A economic prison! [CHORUS] Escape from The killing fields!

90059

JAY ROCK "90059"
[Intro - Lance Skiiiwalker:] Take my mind on this road, you too I took my mind on this road, way through I take your mind on this road, you do I took my mind on this road, way through [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket The stench from the smoker's smoke, so ferocious Winos in the alley, nearly slumped over Demons in they eyes, glassy, no Folgers Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's over Something like Velcro, stay attached to corners Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese All for the Gram, grams and a new weave All they got is spandex pants, and some loose knees Niggas taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's No one's exempt, weak or strong they do bleed Candle light vigils, closure if they do leave Bullets have a name defined by different calibers Concrete jungle, beware of different challengers Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters Play your cards right or be scratching off them calendars [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket These waters are murky, crocodiles they lurking Murder rate merging, up and down virgins Guess you gotta play street versions of a surgeon Keep beat bursting, closing down all your curtains When shit don't go right, gotta question your purpose Denim with them serpents coming back to surface EBT, zero balance, worthless You either leave in limousines or them hearses Too much bad blood, another problem emerges You started the problem you motherfucking deserved it Politicking, a lot of liquor, that be the answer They Marlboro, trying to trick them, they be the cancer Gotta get that loose change, you gotta kick a nigga brain Like your name Liu Kang, that be the mantra Stop, look, listen, that's the words to live by Know you gotta stake your claim, like a rib-eye 90059, nigga, here's why [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket Ah, shit, get out my pocket Ah, shit, get out my pocket Get out my pocket A force from the rap game my nigga, this ain’t a circus There’s no Ringling Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out lately Bitch niggas get they hat brought to them, you don’t communicate Well hands and the gat talk to you, what’s the convo? Don’t think fast, you end up getting a combo Think situations is calm, then they bomb though Sleeping in the bando, it’s either death or jail Something you never planned for, dreaming about Lambos Wake up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost Straight up out the motherfuckin’ crockpot it’s Watts One stops leave you with dope, socks is not boxed No rats, re-rock that got them all losing weight Got all they teeth shot but got a sweet spot Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox All of this in one zip code, keep the streets hot [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket

Consistency

ARI HEST "Someone To Tell"
Why must it always be stop and go? Where in this life can I find constant flow? Inconsistency on a larger scale Impersistence forcing me to bail out Look left look right look left again before you take a giant step All this side to side takes me out of my groove makes me feel inept I toe the straight line for one short time Forget about regrets and doubts that Make me stop on a dime I'm a fool for distraction Can't keep cool throughout my action Once in a while I find satisfaction I have too much care beyond my reach And too much love that I can't preach What I really need is consistency Everywhere that I go I don't want to be Cause I keep telling me "You're missing out, gotta move, gotta break on free" A modern-day busybacksoon Kind of figures cause I was born in June The month of moody, happy feet The people that no one would like to meet Of wandering no-clues, but why should I have to choose? [Chorus] What if what I need is just to believe Day in day out I find I'm searching for the key My head and heart are too stubborn to agree Where it begins must lie within me I've been so busy finding my way I'm not content with the roles I've been playing But something occurred to me just the other day I am who I am come what may

I'm Serious (Long Way To Go)

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 3: For Better Or For Worse"
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Ya mean? (my niggaz, uh) Uh, talk to 'em [DJ On Point - talking over Intro/Chorus] (This shit right here is called Long Way To Go) Featuring Mr. Probz Shout out to Soulsearchin' on the beat [Chorus - Mr. Probz - w/ ad libs] Feet are tired and the pain shows It's such a long way to go now, such a long way to go Gotta be strong by myself now, such a long road My soul's so cold, weak in all my bones But I gotta work hard just to reach my goals Such a long way to go, so many miles left but I'm here now, yeah (DJ On Point) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Yo, yo, please Lord somethin gotta give (dog) They say for every negative, there's a positive (dog) But I ain't positive, for every buck deposited (dog) We still in the hood, livin like hostages and never mind colleges School of Hard Knocks scholarship, dealin with politics I would just sell success in the store, if I could bottle it But, I ain't a millionaire, won't see me in Forbes son Life is like a (Beach Chair), when you can afford one (oh!) Ruger loaded, just in case the war come Might as well, everything is comin to the forefront Need a clear head just to think And fuck a (Drink N My 2 Step) nigga, I'm two steps from a drink The pressure either bust pipes or it make diamonds No matter how high up the mountain, I stay climbin Freedom I keep chancin (oh) So if I fall like Beyonce, I just get back up and keep dancin [Chorus - w/ ad libs] (Yo Mouse, talk to 'em) [Break - Joe Budden] Never been a goal that I couldn't reach (uh) Never been a lesson I couldn't teach I done been through the World and back Fuck school, I got all the facts All I do is stand tall (stand tall) When they got my back against the wall When it's game time, all we do is ball My niggaz'll be here in one call (one call), one call (one call) When shit get heavy, all I do is pick up the phone Ain't gotta go through nothin alone When shit get heavy, all I do is pick up the phone Ain't gotta walk through this World alone, if I'm on my own [Break 2 - Mr. Probz] Keep on standin on my own two feet Everytime that I cry, when I sweat, when I bleeeeed See nothin can stop me, no nothin except meeeee [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Uh, let me talk to 'em real quick, la-look, look I'm chasin after pies With bags under my eyes You lookin at my representative mask, it's a disguise And I don't do things like I used to The past is the past (but I'm), I'm presently thinkin about the future Certain niggaz bettin I fall I'm speed joggin through the quicksand, I'm jugglin three medicine balls See I'm comin up, used20to share a room with two cellmates Now I tower over the Devil but this ain't "Hell Date" Long way to go, I see my feet gettin blisters I dare 'em talk to me like Mike Richards Or play Don Imus and think it's cool to disrespect our sisters I guess we got a while 'fore they actually get the picture I think about Virginia Tech, think about Katrina Niggaz that caught Sean Bell slippin with the nina A day before the wedding, safety off the weapon Though all these things play in my head, I keep steppin (oh!) [Chorus - w/ Joe Budden ad libs] [Outro - Joe Budden - talking] That On Top Music! Naw mean? Uh, a uh, uh, Joey Team Jump Off Oh, uh, you in that? Yes! [DJ On Point - talking over Outro] Shout out to mixtrap.com My nigga Burr, Roundtable Management Can't forget my nigga LRM, follow the future

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