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Jeru the Damaja lyrics - Sun Rises In The East

Ain't The Devil Happy

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(Ah check it out...check it out yo) (Repeat 4x) Here's the remedy, for all your cornball raps Brooklyn's back on the map, I'm not bragging Defeating all foes, bring your styles I stomp out the last dragon Grand groove, Grandmaster, like back in the days Holding my own, on the street and the microphone You can't rip it, I grip it, and flip it Trip it down memory lane, back to the park jams We used to spark jams, now niggas get jammed Or should I say jelly? My vocals rip through your Pelle Pelle You can't see me so you can't hit me You ace deuce tre, I four five six and trips Drums numb your ears, rhymes swell up your lips Chicks gravitate towards the crooked If your props are gone, Brooklyn took it Chorus: ( Brooklyn keeps on taking it - KRS) (Repeat 4x) Mindcrusher, spinecrusher, Brooklyn been banging Making noise from the US to Russia Couldn't set it, even if you wanted So many bodies on my microphone, the shit's haunted Doggonnit, your girl's on it Record companies are on it, you can't have it, causing havoc Building, destroying, deploying My rhymes on beats strategicly I melt any MC I repre- aww fuck it, don't even need to say it You know the time when I start to sautee it So niggas be having mad maws and shit Cause Brooklyn stole the show like a grand larcenist But ease up off us, or you'll need officers We're deadly, there's no cure Boom bang em on down, treat competition like clowns Crooklyn, Crooklyn, from town to town Serve your girl butt naked If she's gone, who took it? Chorus This one is for Brooklyn, land of crooks, home of my game Try to front and we retire, MC's set em all on fire Scooping up the fly ladies round my microphone like a Mercedes If I was a video game you couldn't play me So keep it moving, don't play yourself Your rhymes are ?sinna raffin?, mine quite graffing Switch up, change up, Brooklyn still gets biz Plop plop, fizz fizz like Alka-Seltzer Try to freak it, wind up in a homelsss shelter Cause fuck what you heard, this is Crooklyn's casa Try to see us, and it's an MC massacre When we step, your state we shook it If it's gone, no doubt, Brooklyn took it Chorus

Don't Hate The Player

Looptroop
What you want? Hot shit to the death./ How do you like this sound? Exactly what I meant./ Looptroop is hotness for Babylon intruders,/ gun salute shooters everyday music consumers./ You can't bruise us, better chew that paper./ Talk shit, we a go slew the perpetrators./ We heard you hate us, we hurt you fakers./ It takes more than your jealous ass to break us./ This shit is pumpin' wrecking your sound detector./ After twenty records still top choice for selectors./ In every sector all over the tour,/ we bring an all out war on all of your laws./ We go all out raw all over your domain./ The whole world know these four, who knows your name?/ We leavin' stains on your parliaments,/ then go to the next sold out show, who want arguments? Chorus Don't hate the player, don't hate the game./ Hate the troop man we take all blame,/ that you got no money, you got no fame,/ that you got no honeys, you got no name Lace up your sneakers, show off with your speakers./ Now, raise up your glass, make sure it's twelve centilitres./ Blao, salute the dj when the crowd's off the meters./ Aaoh, let's make it hot, tank tops and wife beaters./ Yo, go tell your women I'm an asshole, I don't care./ No, I don't get lucky, that's skill, life's unfair./ Wow, I know it hurts to see the girls, see the gear./ So, you gotta let it out on somebody in here./ True, I understand, I make you look bad in your hometown./ Fool, but I'm a leave tomorrow, you'll get back that torn crown./ Cool, swallow your pride, get up here, gimme a false pound./ Boo, tough on your ego, but it's rough to be small time./ Ok, two can play that game, I'll shake your hand and smile, fuck it./ Say, nothing man, I'm working in my high so cut it./ Hey, I know the best thing we could do is stay above it./ Ha ha, you must hate the troop as much as I love it! Chorus Yo I'm bringin' the monstafunk your babymoms a pump,/ the ladies' hearts a thump, your neighbours´ cars a bump/ this shit till they cause a roadblock for four blocks./ You say call the riotsquad! I say poor cops!/ They don't know what they're in for./ They won't come prepared they didn't get the right info/ ...mation, no bio, no presentation./ Well here it is man - the proper education./ The lowdown on the whole sound./ Hope you're good at taking notes cus I wont slow down, check it!/ Looptroop is the textbook example:/ You can't fuck with beats, texts, hooks and samples./ A classic before it even hits the plastic./ But can they do it again? No need to ask it./ You know we bring it from the heart every time./ You know you need to press start then rewind/ or you might miss a vital part of the rhyme,/ cus that's just the type of thought we design./ So Looptroop is still hated by everyone,/ cus Looptroop is still better than anyone... what!? Chorus

Can't Tell Me Shit

Tha Alkaholiks "21 and Over"
Verse One: E-Swift I stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it I'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two Stepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it Check the mic, it sounds tight so I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy We dropped the microphone than we Swayze Verse Two: J-Ro Oooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate My name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school You never shoulda left in the first place fool Now everybody wants to be a prophet But I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it So gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it If rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop Dagnabit, I got a bad habit It don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it So niggaz step back before you get lit I'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit Chorus: repeat 2X You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit Verse Three: J-Ro I rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana I'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma I never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero from the ghetto puttin creases in my capes (Up up up and away, J-Ro!!) I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous My number one football team is Dallas Cowboys, now boys, can't you see I'm greater than Your grandpops is my number one fan You get ran on the court you dribble like Manute Bol You try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta here I'm more gifted than Christmas morning I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning Me I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want [Yo whassup J] Man I quit selling weed [No I need a funky break] Well I got what you need Chorus Verse Four: J-Ro You hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you great The crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it! Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same They put a lot of Funky Drummers out the game They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit That's why to me, R amp;B, really ain't shit So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows I wanna say whassup to the ladies I gotsta say whassup to the ladies From the Atlantic, to the Pacific I gotsta be specific, they know I'm terrific I'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin Alkahols Ohh gosh call me Josh cause I'm bringin down the walls MC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straight I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate In LA, most niggaz walk the same Act the same, talk the same, drive the same Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same But this is Ro and I got my own game I drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway And I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex I be housin mo niggaz than the projects Chorus Outro: J-Ro Yeah, this goes out to King Tee DJ Pooh, yo the whole crew Yo D-Pimp for makin the track That nigga Tash Deadly Threat This is J-Ro and E-Swift Tha Alkaholiks, and it's like that

Girl's Best Friend (Bonus)

JAY-Z "Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter"
Jigga man, Swizz Beats History in the making, part three Lights out ladies! Chorus: (2x) C'mon here baby, you drive me crazy (to all my baby thugs) Don't want nobody but you my baby (and all my ladies sing) Hold me tight and call me your lady (say it louder) Let me scream your name [Jay-Z] I took ya outta Jacob's in clusters Busters they wanted to rush us Love the way you sparkle when the sun touch ya When you blush you turn blue if your grade is right You can light up the whole room, turning day from night When the summertime is in and the tops are down With you around my neck we lock the whole block down (that's right) It took shortsleeves and loungin' to understand The reason they call you ice, everybody freeze Ain't a pendant in the sun who can shine like you And that platinum in the charm who can blind like you The direct reason why niggas do they crimes they do I used to snatch the necklace right off them reckless fools Guess I was jealous that they was so next to you So I devoted half my time to invest in you The other half was spent on protecting you Cause you belong to me, now sing ya song for me C'mon Chorus 2x [Jay-Z] I'm often with you so they wonder bout the juice I got I took you from the projects and an abusive pops From the bottom to the top The skateboard to the drop From the nada to the Prada I got ya like I got ya From the first time I put you round my neck and locked ya It was then I knew everywhere I went you'd follow Soon I spent every dolla you became my habit other brothers vice was smoke, mines was carats The more checks I got the more I laced my crew The rocks got bigger, watch face got blue Tricked a little bit, shit I lace my Boo Fuck it, my mistress I laced her too Cop my jewels twice, like deja vu If they ever met in the mall, it's ova ya'll Just the way I do, and either way you win I mean the thugs love ya when your girl's best friend Chorus 2x [Jay-Z] And the wedding band you love In the gold chain you thug Sometimes you given just because And the tennis bracelet means they want relations Know that they wanna fuck the only reason they give you up In the hands of goldiggas you never enough Rings, things, just never enough With me and you together gon shine to the end I mean the thugs love ya but ya girls best friend Chorus til end

Yes Yall

HEAVY D
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.. Do it like this though, do it like this though, do it like this though.. Make it fat like DIS, dis, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh HEH, heh, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh Aiyyo ruff ruff rugged rugged ruff ruff digga Dan Who's that? The man, I'ma slam it like Bam-Bam The big man, the bigger plan, the nigga jams Quick to figure and I pack Palladium stadium stands Rugged raw, clear the floor R B hardcore plenty more. been on plenty tours Been in plenty drawers, far from just okey-doke Not into no hokey-poke, although I may drink a Coke Hell no I won't smoke no coke Steady steady but ready for pitty petty Big and heavy, far from Chevy, so save your gas for Getti Mic check it, microphone check it Watch me wreck it; I'm never half steppin Chorus: various samples Far from a chump, I'm a champ, I get amped when I run through camps, gimme some plaques on the stamp, HEY I need a girl who got plenty trunk, who knows I got ghetto funk Not into blunts but I be on a stunt hunt Got crazy drama, dramatics, big girls in Bahamas are addicts So now they cling like static, dig it I rolled up on some old wonderama type of drama I'ma, comma, big belly punanny momma harmer Bag a cute, so NIGHT troops, I'm all about two scoops, I cut loose, just me and a few troops To handle static to me is automatic I never panic or stall, I'm gigantic so yes, y'all Chorus Uhh, king of the big boys, bigger boys, don't even matter Save all the chitter chatter, I make em split and scatter I keep em goin for blocks, I never ran from cops I roll with my flock, and get props from dreadlocks I treat a mic like a bad habit, I grab it I gotta have it A funky junkie flippin styles is automatic I freak a beat like a prostitute, I'm always in hot pursuit I'm tryin to get lots of loot, lots of boots Do jungle rocks like a hustler moving crack like a muscl-er microphone damager handin ya rough like a wrang-ler Sew up cities with girls of pretty, known for the nitty gritty my flavor, is major, you're itty bitty Chorus: repeat to end

Imagine That

Heavy D. And The Boyz "Heavy"
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah.. Do it like this though do it like this though do it like this though.. Make it fat like DIS dis UH uh HEH heh UH uh HEH heh UH uh HEH heh UH uh Aiyyo ruff ruff rugged rugged ruff ruff digga Dan Who's that? The man I'ma slam it like Bam Bam The big man the bigger plan the nigga jams Quick to figure and I pack Palladium stadium stands Rugged raw clear the floor R B hardcore plenty more. been on plenty tours Been in plenty drawers, far from just okey-doke Not into no hokey-poke, although I may drink a Coke Hell no I won't smoke no coke Steady steady but ready for pitty petty Big and heavy, far from Chevy, so save your gas for Getti Mic check it, microphone check it Watch me wreck it; I'm never half steppin Chorus: various samples Far from a chump, I'm a champ, I get amped when I run through camps, gimme some plaques on the stamp, HEY I need a girl who got plenty trunk, who knows I got ghetto funk Not into blunts but I be on a stunt hunt Got crazy drama, dramatics, big girls in Bahamas are addicts So now they cling like static, dig it I rolled up on some old wonderama type of drama I'ma, comma, big belly punanny momma harmer Bag a cute, so NIGHT troops, I'm all about two scoops, I cut loose, just me and a few troops To handle static to me is automatic I never panic or stall, I'm gigantic so yes, y'all Chorus Uhh, king of the big boys, bigger boys, don't even matter Save all the chitter chatter, I make em split and scatter I keep em goin for blocks, I never ran from cops I roll with my flock, and get props from dreadlocks I treat a mic like a bad habit, I grab it I gotta have it A funky junkie flippin styles is automatic I freak a beat like a prostitute, I'm always in hot pursuit I'm tryin to get lots of loot, lots of boots Do jungle rocks like a hustler moving crack like a muscl-er microphone damager handin ya rough like a wrang-ler Sew up cities with girls of pretty, known for the nitty gritty my flavor, is major, you're itty bitty Chorus: repeat to end

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