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JME lyrics - Blam!

CD Is Dead

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[Verse 1: JME] Do I wanna spit a bar YES PLEASE Do I wanna spit a bar YES PLEASE When I'm on the mic I'm like an [x6] When you're on the mic you're like an [x3] People think they can book one guy from BOY BETTER KNOW and get the rest FREE If I'm in a rave, and I'm on stage, Promoters know I charge NEXT P! [Hook:] Your CD IS DEAD! go get a Day job instead! Your CD IS DEAD! go get a Day job instead! Your CD IS DEAD! go get a Day job instead! Your CD IS DEAD! go get a Day job instead! YOUR CD IS DEAD! GO GET A D-DAY JOB INSTEAD LISTEN TO JME & TEMPZ GO GET A D-DAY JOB INSTEAD! (we told you) [Verse 2: Tempa T] You can't even chat to me, (no) You're not that guy on your team (sad) I'm that guy in the scene (yep) Come through with a bop and a lean (what) I make money on stage Selling your CD's don't make P (splantz) I'm just living my dream I skank out when I make this P (left, right, up, down) [Hook] YO! Tempz and JME (OK then) On this ting blatantly (on this ting) On TV you can see me (not them lot) Dash your CD like a Frisbee (Dash that blood) YO! JME and Tempa T (You can't par man) Nobody wants your CD (buy my one) Better buy mine from HMV (I done told you) Don't let me see you hate on me (OK then) Your CD is dead (CLEAR!) Go get a day job instead (SMASH!) Your CD is dead (CLEAR!) Go get a day job instead (SMASH!) Your CD is dead (clear CLEAR!) Go get a day job instead (smash SMASH!) Your CD is dead (boy better boy better CLEAR!) Go get a day job instead (BOY BETTER KNOWWWWW SMASH!)

Renaissance Man

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
Everybody told me to be patient But who was sleepin from couch to couch and basement to basement But jay man Satan tryin to block my shine like ray bans Haters never wanna see you bubble They rather to see you struggle That's life my nigga A lot of fakers in the place Were invited to taste And told me right to my face yea that's tight my nigga You reppin that dirty south dog? iight my nigga But they wouldn't lift a finger To light the incense or let the smoke linger I ain't a hot boy but the flows jalapeno I'm never yappin bout how the calico ll lean ya Magnolia crack soldier creepin on the come up My grandmother won't leave the fuckin projects I gotta raise the slum up These nerds at record labels played me dumb and dumber So I showed the industry my asscrack like a plumber Now asscap bangin on my door like a drummer The falls bout to put a period on the summer But back to the point They wanna see me fucked up, kicks scuffed up Layin back with a joint They said good things come to those who wait Well I don't know about that And if you can't feel this rhyme then sorry jack You don't know about rap And if you don't know struggle you don't know about black And I don't give a fuck what bill cosby said Cause the problem don't exist when bill cosbys dead And I don't think the revelation from the supreme beings Residin or hidin out in bill cosbys head This just the thoughts of a soldier And if you don't like play dead and roll over the game is so over The reign is so over

Prove Yourself

RADIOHEAD "Pablo Honey"
I can't afford to breathe in this time Nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand Hooked back up to the cathode ray I'm better off dead I'm better off dead I'm better off Prove yourself Prove yourself Prove yourself I wanna breathe, I wanna grow I'd say I want it but I don't know how I work, I bleed, I beg and I pray But I'm better off dead I'm better off dead I'm better off Prove yourself Prove yourself Prove yourself Why

Genghis Khan

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
[Tragedy Khadafi:] You about to witness a two five Jedi Minds collabo You know what I mean? The God Jus Allah [Jus Allah:] Megatraum is a Martian feeding off weed and cash I dash for my shipment of Roswell crash You smash when you dash with the clashing ox Saw you in half without a fucking magical box Wet pussy always seems to splash my cock I'm dead they just didn't leave the casket locked Pass my block I let shots drill in your spleen We're I'll marines with hand held killing machines Steal dreams with the armored steel Guard your grill Nigga, I was brought up by the kids in Smallville Following Allah's will, horror in the skill Caught up in the real Don't give me cause to kill Nocturnal, I stroll where the darkness goes If I had to follow the moon across the globe With the staff and white robe I still hold metal Disciples who walk on glass and rose petals [Chorus:] [Tragedy Khadafi:] Yo last rigths, we fast to blast twice [Ikon the Hologram:] Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice [Tragedy Khadafi:] We smash mics, and blast too precise [Ikon the Hologram:] Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights Yo, I'm savage I write rhymes in pitch blackness Any motherfucker that front, is left backless Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes Trying to step into the zone with Vinnie Paz Is Black Sabbath Put a slug in his grill 'Cause Jedi Mind two five thugs are for real You ever think there might be trouble then peel 'Cause a motherfucker like me thumping to kill Y'all better pass the mic 'cause this I'll Y'all learn the +Facts Of Life+ from Kim Fields I don't know how many kids my flow harms My gun control leave y'all with no arms Y'all love to smell the stench of dead bodies Left in the path of the Paz and Khadafi Five nine, tatted up, mad stocky Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby [Chorus] [Tragedy Khadafi:] I hit the turnpike on dirtbike with 2 'litas On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia Only thug guerillas are react to this The laws try to destroy black activists Half of y'all, is performers and actresses I keep atleast a 100 grand in the mattresses Shit so hot, soon as I write it I get indicted I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it I stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off Or popped off, and y'all thugs are soft It's like you're skirt get pulled up, clothes come off Red Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain patterns I'm all live, Pentium Plus and Benz wagons Maki, believe me it do ring bells If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell I'd lived in a cell Did bids in hell Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail [Chorus]

Sleep When You're Dead

JIM JONES "F.E.A.S.T.: Vampire Life 2"
I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Up early like I'm ready for work Fuck that, I'm up early like I'm ready for church Better yet, like I'm ready to murk Tray pound, ski mask, gloves on like I'm ready for dirt I'm just doin' my thang, reppin' my city I bang And we be that gang, movin that caine Gettin it soft, flippin' it hard then move it again Get in that kitty, gettin that cake, I'm just chasin my dreams man This part of my game plan Queens nigga, south side Your girl with me, her mouth wide I'm out chea goin' shinny just like I'm all clear Niggas talk tough, don't believe them at all Like leafs they fall before winter, nigga I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead And if they'll give me life I guess I'll sleep in the feds And even if a nigga gotta sleep in the feds It's death before dishonor, I'm a G 'til I'm dead No matter if they throw a nigga under the jail Where I'm from, loose lips they cut your tongue if you tell To my ginger bread niggas runnin', jumpin' the bail Drop a bag on their head then boys comin' to kill And if that bag get dropped you know we comin' to kill Better turn to ginger bread and get to runnin' for real You know the street's cold (my heart colder) Have the homies clean your clock when you start your Rover I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Out the pussy drowsy on the wake up Quarter brick taped up Love this bitch, suck a mean dick, and hook a steak up Fiends hit the other line waiting Motherfucker, just be patient Yellow stones on watch faces Bird's out the trunk, turn the zippies into briefs Niggas hit Collins ave for hoes to see the beach I play the room with a bitch and go to sleep Niggas think I'm movin' left but Sen found a new connect Watch how I make this rock shine Deuce bitch to a dime, get you out that'09 My niggas say they need driveways with Ferrari's Make a call and come and get you Curl You like some calamari motherfucker I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)

Soon You'll Understand

JAY-Z "The Dynasty Roc La Familia"
[Jay-Z] Mmm, you don't understand now be..cause you're cryin, and you hurt You'll understand soon enough.. soon enough [Singer overlaps Jay-Z] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand [Jay-Z] You're my best friend's sister, grown woman and all But you see how I am around girls; I ruin 'em all Plus your mom call me son, around you since I was small Shit I watched you mature - nah, this ain't right But still when your boyfriend ditched you, life's a bitch you cried Over my right shoulder I told you to wipe your eyes Take your time when you likin a guy Cause if he sense that your feelings too intense, it's pimp or die I bought you earrings on your birthday Drove you to college your first day It must be sad, though it hurts to say We could never be a item, don't even like him You deserve better - this is ugly; Gina, please don't love me There's better guys out there other than me {You need a lawyer or a doctor or somebody like that you know} Like a lawyer or a doctor with a Ph.D Think of how upset your mother and brother would be if they found that you was huggin me My conscience is fuckin with me [Singer] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand [Jay-Z] Man, I look in the eyes of a.. this.. a kid that stole life and me together.. We're tryin, really tryin to make it work I'm young, and I ain't ready, and I told you [Singer overlaps Jay-Z] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand [Jay-Z] It ain't like, I ain't tell you from day one, I ain't shit When it comes to relationships, I don't have the patience Now it's too late, we got a little life together and in my mind I really want you to be my wife forever But in the physical it's like I'ma be trife forever A different girl every night forever; told you to leave but you're stubborn and you love him and, no matter what despite all the fuckin and the cheatin, you still won't leave him, now you're grievin And I feel bad, believe me But I'm young and I ain't ready, and this ain't easy Wasn't fair to tell you to wait, so I told you to skate You chose not to, now look at the shit we gotta go through Doin a fight, throw in a fuss, you the mother of my baby I don't want you to hate me, this is about us Rather me; I ain't ready to be what you want me to be Because I love you, I want you to leave, please [Singer] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand [Jay-Z] Mm... listen ma I mean, I seen you workin two or three jobs Daddy left... I I thought I was makin things better I made it worse [Singer overlaps Jay-Z] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand [Jay-Z] Dear ma, I'm in the cell, lonely as hell Writin this scribe, thinkin bout how you must feel inside You tried to teach me better, but I refused to grow God damn I ain't the young man that you used to know You said the street claim lives, but I wanted things like bling bling ice I was wrong in hindsight Shit we grew apart, try to blame it on your new spouse I know it hurt like hell the day you kicked me out But your house is your house, I ain't respect the rules I brought crack past your door, beefed with rival crews And who wants to be the mother of a son who sold drugs Co-workers saw me on the corner slingin Larry Love Meanwhile, you workin hard like, two or three jobs Tryin to feed me and my siblings, makin an honest livin Who am I kiddin I, call myself easin the load I made the load heavy, I need money for commissary Try to understand, please [Singer - repeat all 6X until fade] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand

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