JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - Attack Of The Clones

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Don't get it confused This message is for solo artists but I get at crews We can make the news I'll be on the low sippin daquiris in baton rogue Or killing rock the bells with nas in pasanews It's a small task for jay man Wack niggas be dead and I be laughin Sippin out my flask chillin in my ray bans Imaginary crime boss With albums full and look at my watch at how much my shine cost, It's time lost Who shot ya, the black bach blastin over opera Phantom of the chakras Jay doppla went from panhandling socks in box To popular This is just the start of it, The kid intend to split more wigs than british parliament Catch me on the global warmin tour with jigga and al gore Performin dear summer, where autumn went Eternal sunshine Drum major without a drumlime I'll be in the D screamin kick rocks to one time When they say license and registration I'm yellin reparations Quote em from revelations Then I peel off in they faces Young black and arrogant with no id The most extravagant They should build me a statue on grambling campus With a manuscript, that say he got at the best of them Shot at the rest of them Ain't no contesting em Green says a lot niggas talkin shit but we ain't stressin em

Black Girl Lost

NAS "It Was Written"
(feat. JoJo Hailey) [(click) (dialtone) (numbers being dialed)] [phone rings, is picked up right away] [G1] HELLO! [G2] Whassup girl.. [G1] Ain't nothin - this nigga in here stressin talkin that old off the wall back to Africa shit again [G2] What, that God Body shit [G1] Yeah, that dumb shit I'm tryin to get up OUTTA here [G2] I hear that.. but yo, you know the spot is pumpin tonight [G1] Word f'real where [G2] You know, where the real niggaz is poppin the Cristal NOT THAT WHITE STUFF! [G1] Ha hah! Word where the real niggaz at [JoJo Hailey] Listen.. to reason Pretty baby baby listen.. [Nas] A young wild beautiful love child You like them thug style link rockin, then mink coppin Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin The head'll make you take him shoppin, a foul doctrine Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (so fine..) To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin me The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me Wishin I could be the one man; but you juggle way too many Willies all in one hand You wanna run up in clubs, gettin rubbed on Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear Get your fuck on - followin week, you back there But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars Puffin with some lil nigga, husband not knowin she's out Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas Niggaz thirst you, you just let em hurt you and leave What up mah, frontin like you naive Pusherman's whip, callin police when you flip Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us But for now that's a whole different zone from us, word! [Chorus: JoJo Hailey] Diamonds all shinin, lookin all fine Pretty little face, get a little high Young girl stugglin, tryin to survive Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playin the same ol' games Messin with my mind, emotional thangs And there goes.. a black girl.. lost [Nas] Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest to who'sever gettin down and trifless To get his mind all you do is give him somethin priceless Cause in time he'll realize the thighs is all he needs More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed (deceit, yeah) There you go again, startin wars, makin me more yours Seem to get a kick out of keepin me on all fours Face glistenin, I'm addicted to you Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin you Igloos of ice trickin on you, you never listen to this nigga spendin Franklins on tennis anklets Must've had a bad deal in the past though Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain You got a job part-time and school's your night thing With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now You gettin interviewed, but your boss is into gettin screwed Typical day that the black girl sees Comin home wantin more from a college degree [Chorus] [Nas] Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless Your value - too much to be measured, I wonder how you could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin to more than the world, but not knowin nothin about you You leavin the crib, takin all your kids out to drop them off, lettin some nigga knock you off So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost (you should be ashamed) Growin up seein it, it should remind you, you bein lied to Everything that move be inside you Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to They spot you out dancin topless in your drawers Damn look, there goes a black girl lost [JoJo Hailey] You should be ashamed of yourself The way you carry yourself The way you hang out all night long Doin silly things that is wrong Black girl.. [fades out]

A Passion Play (Part 2)

JETHRO TULL "A Passion Play"
[The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles] [Words by Jeffrey Hammond] [Spoken:] This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by. Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular, "The hare has lost his spectacles," well, he began to wonder. Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee. Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for without his spectacles he was completely helpless. Where were his spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What was he to do? Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: "You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot." "No!" interrupted Owl, who was wise. "I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?" But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling! Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader, their guru. She had the answer: "Hare, you must go in search of the optician." But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, "I can't send Hare in search of anything!" "You can guru, you can!" shouted Newt. "You can send him with Owl." But Owl had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem "You can take him in your pouch." But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into Kangaroo's pouch. All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles. [Sung:] As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care. The lost spectacles were his own affair. And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair. A-pair. [Forest Dance #2 (Instrumental)] [The Foot Of Our Stairs] We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door, eat in the corner, talk to the floor, cheating the spiders who come to say "Please", (politely). They bend at the knees. Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Old gentlemen talk of when they were young of ladies lost and erring sons. Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth, tied at both ends. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Scented cathedral spire pointed down. We pray for souls in Kentish Town. A delicate hush the gods, floating by wishing us well, pie in the sky. God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More." Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a request to take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell" where no-one has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. [Overseer Overture] Colours I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving of face. Now you're here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation. Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky (flashing). I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye. Passionate play join round the maypole in dance (primitive rite) (wrongly). Summoned by name I am the overseer over you. [Flight From Lucifer] Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow. Here's the everlasting rub... neither am I good or bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days that never made impressions on the old score. I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree. Everyone's saved we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea. Time for awaking the tea lady's making a brew-up and baking new bread. Pick me up at half past none there's not a moment to lose. There is the train on which I came. On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell. Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should). I thank everybody for making me welcome. I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off. [10.08 To Paddington (Instrumental)] [Magus Perde] Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain. Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE. Here am I (voyager into life). Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge. Break the circle,stretch the line, call upon the devil. Bring the gods, the gods' own fire In the conflict revel. The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born, renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn. Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door. Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living)... living BE! Here am I! Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day. [Epilogue] There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-passion Play.

Hell's Kitchen

ANDRE NICKATINA "Hell's Kitchen"
"My line of work is considered by some to be a... a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors, and there are others, that are very malignant..." [Saafir] Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle) Ay-ay, Ay-ay (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo Mothafucka in here with some real Nickatine man... [Andre Nickatina] When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit Gun nailed you to the crucifix I ain't new improved man I'm true to this Ain't nothin you can do to this Chicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the head Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads I get to plugging that, who Thuggin that Gotta go drop a bug in that Post up where the drugs is at Yeah mothafucka where the lovin at My computer brain is on high octane Ripping like a rocket man Block it try to stop it man You'll end up in my pocket man Bust like a bullet in a watermelon What's the CD there you're selling Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity Ammo and artillery, clock a major salary Charge just like a battery, for assault and battery Dead just like a battery, from this major battery [Saafir] I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and black Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack" Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the fuck you lookin at?" Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been "Ladeem" Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic [Andre Nickatina] Walked out of court doin major bragging Bruce Lee down like danger dragon Blue jeans doin some major sagging Freak can bump hard in the station wagon Hot heavy and ready Garlic bread with the spaghetti Do it like Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo Ty fo-fo, Ty fo-fo Write to the gods like it's legendary Some might think its imaginary In the rap game freak I popped the cherry What you gotta say about that Keep it live a 45 number 2 pencil Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me Check it, load me up and then cock me back Then come right back with the counter rap He's bustin raps till he collapse Or at least until his chest plate crack [Saafir] I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen I ain't one of these bitch ass niggas that ain't from the town that spit what he don't do But I'ma let him bumble a little more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you You lyin about tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt and baked the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping With some real heat star 6-70 For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly It's not hard, you can depend on me, Serving niggas like you, I'm the epitome Only difference I don't drink much And mothafuckas get deeply touched That think I give a fuck tryna get money but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off Have your ass under the Astroturf of some shit Crack that weak Halloween mask and stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping West Oakland...Saaf Bizzle... "Finished with the assignment, beautiful, excellent work, great work..."

Thug In The Street

EVE "Scorpion"
(feat. Drag-On, The LOX) [Drag-On] I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim cuz bullets make your feet fast we throw babies in the trash Drag don't play with little gats crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs and quarter pounds bitch place your order now stay in line I only fuck with broke niggas that stright depend on crime you straight pussy so fuck your ass cap cuz in jail they'll put your cap where your ass at you ass black projects thats where Drag at yea ya got heart but if I don't got my gun thats where ya gonna get stabbed at boy as a young I never grabbed that toy Drag was taught to grab that and ask 'where the cash at' [Sheek] you think we shoot his pocket sides deuce decuce and 25's you ain't takin' em' nigga you threatenin' lives I ain't frontin motherfucker I don't shoot no legs I'm tryna see if your brains really look like eggs or is it just that commercial your brain on drugs now it's a total different look from these shotgun slugs to get rich it could take less than two days I'm like them little beepers halfs and bullets two-ways fuck vests my shit go throught toupèès I'ma thug in New York and when I'm on your set we the apartment where they filmed good times at bitch what the fuck I'ma thug nigga [Chrous:(2X)] I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang [Styles] weight on my back hate in my heart blood in my eye foot on the gas blunt in my mouth lovin the ride hand on the gun ear to the street back to the wall mind on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll [Jadakiss] I got niggas in jail crack in the hood hustle in south fiends and customers that run in your house I got family ties I'm handy with knives I live my life in the ghetto nose candy and nines I'm deeper than most sleep wit it close wake wit a demon have visions of the whole world shaking and screaming [Styles] I was born to be a leader but if the game was dirty I was born to be a cheater you talking to me greasy I was going to get the heater [Jadakiss] you tell me what you know about blow gettin dough and straight warrin' with a meaner frontin in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Bima [Styles] lyin in the cut the gun is straight running like a tire on the trucks if he is real or a liar put the plyer to his nuts or the fire to his guts [Jadakiss] cuz niggas is too soft that heat make niggas cool off fuck ice I'm tryna cop the crew lofts [Styles] So we can be back in effect I throw the barrel to the back of your neck and hop back in the vette (corvette) [Jadakiss] cuz everybody is a felon with loot cuz they say rap is like dust [Styles and Jadakiss] and we the only ones sellin' the juice [Chrous:(2X)] I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang [Eve] bitches is so sick they throw up so scared they don't even come around in places that I show up go ahead nigga put your dough up me against who nigga grow up bitches choke can't even get their flow up I ain't got no fear bout you bitches in da industry actin all confused don't know who you supposed to be chickens lost steady worryin' bout who's dick is tossed stop stallin betta get this thing before it's gone but I ain't mad cuz I ain't gon' pass it on callin' askin can you get on my shit cuz your cash is gone you won't get no sales off of me bitch please pitbull run with dogs I don't like fleas [Chrous:(2X)] I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang

The Gambler

XZIBIT "Man Vs Machine"
The Gambler f/ Anthony Hamilton [Xzibit] Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there's plenty of room for everybody man.. yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look.. [Xzibit] Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker To a certain extent When it's on, it's over Don't get no chance to get popping Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks Sure as God made man, the first man was Black The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap That's all I know, cuz poppa didn't raise no rats Face the facts not the fiction I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones And a fifth of ambition Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance Without no conflict, you'll never have progress I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a [Chorus - A.H. singing (Xzibit)] One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on) Three-time felon with that itch for dough These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro' I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it) Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on) And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? (Yeah) These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro' (Uh) I'm guilty .. For tryna make a living [Xzibit] Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you (nah) I'm just wanna drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you I'm fightin dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin But I'ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like it or not We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga [Interlude - A.H. (X)] I'ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz Pimpin' ain't easy y'all,it's too sleazy Too greasy, and I can't take it easy! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Everytime I try to get out I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win Nigga got the whole world on his back Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that? Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke Motorola nigga up the old fashion way This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas And half-ass rappers that think they can get it We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing Y'all move units, we move mountains Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V. We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'ma [Chorus]

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