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JOE BUDDEN lyrics - Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?

If I Die Tomorrow

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[Joe] Y'all in that mood yet?! (in that mood yet) Y'all in that mood yet?!?! (in that mood yet) If I died tomorrow See if I died tomorrow Yo, yo yo yo yo I woke up around nine, day felt like no other Kissed wifey on the forehead, told her that I love her Thinking as I look for where my car keys at I know it ain't promised I'll be back See if I died tomorrow Whether from a disease or from a bullet I wouldn't be mad, I lived my life to the fullest I drove cars that I never thought I would I fucked broads never thought I could See if I died tomorrow I'd be in heaven with the folk that raised me Grandma, Jimmy, Great Grandma Daisy 'Least I'd be around some people that's just like me 'Least I'd be around my Uncle Mikey If I died tomorrow I know moms would probably be hysterical For 25 years she seen me be a miracle Seen me come a long way just by being lyrical Naw I ain't act religious but God know me to be spiritual If I died tomorrow, wouldn't feel like it's wrong I ain't expect to be here this long They told me before I get 21 that they would have my grave handy Two years later, nominated for a Grammy Vibe Awards, Kev said I probably shouldn't go with him He ain't think I wouldn't make it good at the podium Fans wanting the best for me I couldn't be there as I won but ?? all my Jersey heads rep for me If I died tomorrow then what would it mean Already feel like I'm livin my dream Came across some pretty interesting folk I met some new people Ain't move alot of units, but touched a few people So I might get frustrated fuckin wit the hood son But everyday above ground is a good one Walk out the door and leave it in God's hands If I go it's just part of God's plan If I died tomorrow Will life carry out the same Well at least my little man can carry out the name And look, I can say I lived my life without stress If I died tomorrow, I'm fine I been blessed, Yes! I made some money, and true I could've had more But he's happy and what more could he ask for If it was no diamonds and no begets I still would have no worries, I got no regrets I made my mom proud, and pop feels the same way But he's a man so he probably got too much pride to say Can't count my blessings on one hand, more than a handful And God ain't send nothin my way I couldn't handle [Hook] If I know I was called to go I know one thing that's for sure I'll be alllriiight.. cuz it was my time And if its one thing that I know I don't regret one choice I chose I'm livin my life If I was gonna die tomorrow [Joe] Yo if I died tomorrow Throw a little liquor in the sky I'm good here don't ask God why, don't cry I did everything I wanted, left nothin unturned Roll sumtin, light it, let it burn If I died tomorrow... Naw I don't wanna die tomorrow.. said I DON'T WANNA DIE TOMORROW Well just in case, remember my ways, remember my face For all that remember my place I love me Best thing about dying tomorrow I won't see anybody I love leave So if the Lord take me, don't re-incarnate me I don't wanna come back, and please DON'T MAKE ME Don't cry, just wave goodbye Let all my songs rock, smile at me in the sky Don't pour liquor, I'll save niggaz some Hennessey Just play a spades game, slame a card in my memory I speak my mind I roll a blunt with God, know he smoke sumtin better than any weed you can find So pass that Jesus You gotta get high to think of all these diseases that put us right where he is Damn I'ma miss my mans, miss my chick, miss my fam Miss my fans The world is like jail, this is like Debang So now take it all back, I won't miss a thing I'm feelin pretty wise And death I can take off this disguise When it come just let it be a surprise I'd rather it quickly I may not be remembered as the best, that's cool, long as y'all don't forget me Now who the fuck you think is living to this day I try to tell my young niggaz crime don't pay So I hope Ma Dukes can understand where I was And hope Trey can be a better man than I was I don't wanna live to be 80 Life's a cycle The older you get, more you live like a baby You could barely move, folk gotta be there for you Diapers on, niggaz gotta take care of you Learn shit all over again Skin wrinkled, ya memory gone, and you a memory gone 'Least in '03 I made a few folk dance I wanna thank Def Jam cuz they gave me a chance Wanna thank my street niggaz The show me the streets niggaz When it's your turn I'm at the pearly gates to greet niggaz When it was beef niggaz Snatch the heat niggaz Said 'Mouse you a star give that back to me' niggaz My nigga Big Perm, fuck being a hype man Since Lincoln High School my nigga been my right hand Dude MK already know that I love him You like a third brother, you past being a cousin The mother of my baby for giving me my baby Naw, I won't trash you, you been aight lately Heights, Still, and Du, can't forget Dub B Held me down when I ain't know how to love me I mean back in the days I felt so ugly I can't say why, bitches always dug me A lightskinned nigga, always kept a fresh line My feelings like wine, just got better with time So if I die tomorrow, and y'all choose to ignore him Just say he repped Jers' like nobody before him Look, I can say I lived my life without stress If I died tomorrow, I'm fine, I been blessed, Yes! If I died tomorrow, I'm fine, I been blessed, Yes!

31 Bumrush

Artifact "That's Them"
My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook No matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke Took a whole click out, and had the soundman flippin kickin wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz with the writtens Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kicked quick if they try to flip like ashes, I'm never passive, as is, yo you see the flow yo what happened Check out them niggaz rappin The clap of the crowd be showin me love like Cupid Loop it back, shit slams like I dished off to Shaq My crew stay strapped with battle raps on cap We ready to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap acts I'm intact with facts, MC's can't compete with these treats And Shawn J P. with the beats, unleash talents, balance, styles extra-ordinary with the vocabulary, no other buries We know schematics on rapper's theatrics Only a few can freak status, Artifacts techniques can freak from here to Dalls, leavin you to clean up like Alice, shit's thick like smoke from out the chalice The weak we em-barr-ass, showin no pity on your city We either play you live or have you taped in like MIDI (who) The Brick City Committee comin through a nigga soundset This round's for all our niggaz that didn't get down yet Ashes to ashes, dust to dust From off the back of the bus, the 31 Bumrush Crews we breeze through, you don't know, you need to tell the soundman, don't touch nothin but the EQ (repeat 2X) Deafenin, lethal weapon steppin with the props Seekin through your sale racks and peepin all mall cops In to win, tall like, Paul Bunyan, the bass line's drummin Meanin that the Notty Headed Nigguz comin Lights, camera! Act like you wanna bring the dra-ma I make it hotter than all of Atlanta, ready to act up My Hooterville upbringin is swingin upon ya son Gunnin for your under the name of Tame One Yo, eyes focused, lips ready to toke it You'll choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quit flip scripts, who's the winner takin out all beginners in an instant, my style's polished and stain resistant The E J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips your bitch ass With better effects, we go to war like George Lu-cas Toucan Sam and we be the Mister Man simply put Your twelve inch could barely make a foot We got bombs, my momma told me no when I was younger but I told her, I don't cry on no shoulders I'm a soldier Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like Ayatollah Check the folder (here we go check it out right now) Now you got the scoop, check the Guess troop low On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh blessed You see the structure, builder, constructer Bust a, nother with the skills that I muster Up touche you check the rhyme forte Artifacts, Tame One, and MC El the Sensai Chorus

Forgotten

Enslaved
The silence inside this place is screaming Here, were the roses never wither, as they never bloomed Here the sun never shone Even the darkness never came in No hope, no fear An ocean of tears, that never fell Tomorrow brings remembrance of openede wounds The light inveded the endless darkness A soul, which birth was denied A soul that became forgotten The darkness fades away even the brightest colour The street is empty, and leads to nowhere A shrilling scream, that no one heard Who cares? We can all be free Tomorrow is a new day, But today was new as well... ..For only thing is fear fealt The fear of life Fallen asleep, wrapped in a blood red blanket Two dead eyes are staring into emptiness From a soul, which birth was denied Death greets the one life forgot

Home Of The Brave

KILLER MIKE "Monster"
[Big Boi] Yeah Its going all the way down Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch Cool and Dre on the track, run it [Verse 1: Killer Mike] Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss and I still catch a beat runnin' when its tossed and often light green kiss my ass to coffin Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends hit Jamacia rollin' papers turning up spotta benz City corners I've been in a duece double O three Benz I'm sittin' on those dubs twins I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler I'll getcha [Chorus: x2] Hey we rep that A A T L A N T A state of G A G A G A home of the brave home of the brave G A G A home of the brave [Verse 2: Killer Mike] I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoe she work out fit like Taebo Get my findy(?) Air Force Ones shit wait I'm so old Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my M.O. Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple Kill 'em all let God seperate good from evil You faggots do it for glory Y'alls just do it for my people I'm grand national built beautiful and legal [Chorus] [Verse 3: Slimm Calhoun] A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made ain't no hard atrap after depts of the dungeon We livin' artifacts where niggaz rip chickens talk bricks, keep an artist strapped Flame throwers got us hot in the spot wreckin these dog tails through red dog stripe It's like all hell, block cells make bail and it's back to these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell What you know about the way the whales kiss it your body scaled I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones We produce many guns, we spittin' at anyones Disrespect (?) little bows and I'll cock and explode up Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave [Chorus] [Killer Mike] So slums, so sligh, nigga (i'm) straight ducked you can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you niggaz shit He the type to fuck a bitch rob that bitch's baby brother [Slimm Calhoun] And I'm the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up under your covers (?) blessing from sin New recrutes we in it again rap so hard we flippin' again walkin' dubs on the benz [Killer Mike] One, two, crack fiend three on boys street jeans Four full blown hit the scene five like trap (?) Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans rub her right she'll cream Fuck her right moan and scream killer kill out on (?) [Slimm Calhoun] Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons like 5 5 9 truck somethin' Two glock nines round dumpin' round my hip strap ain't jumpin' Keep my bitch dunkin' somethin' be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin' [Chorus repeat to fade]

Triumph

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Ol Dirty Bastard] What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine [Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block [Method Man] As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life, standin firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back In the line of fire holdin back, what My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums [Cappadonna] I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story walkin Take cover kid, what Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods [Ol Dirty Bastard] The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [U-God] Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king [RZA] Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebrum cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream now terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation [GZA] War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another heart is torn as close ones mourn Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song [Masta Killa] The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the Nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Givin sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save self from This relentless attack of the track spares none [Ghostface Killah] Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch it's me, black nobled you Ali Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth Ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz [Raekwon] Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While, my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

Tore Down

Tha Alkaholiks "Likwidation"
Stop, listen, what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down [Wild Child] Hey yo, last FreshFest we was rockin Good Times This LikwidFest I be bustin out rhymes When Loot Pack's on your set we'll take total control of your mind feet body and inner soul Multiple beats to subject to discussion Wild Child sets it off after DJ Rome bring in my cuts in Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford to get broken with the mic whether it's with or without a cord So I grab hip-hop right before wack MC's infect it Come attackin to your forehead and slowly make you respect it and then inject it, into your system, and when your veins start pulsatin, showin you Loot Pack, rocks the nation I'm on the court, Wild Child rocks the fort Keanu Reeves and Sinbad givin support, that gets my love I'd appreciate it, if y'all appreciate it, then rock with us Real hip-hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (I see you) I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick But when you see Loot Pack rock, watch us freak the physic, yo I must confess I'm from the West about Fresh Don't try and test cause I break MC's down to they flesh [Tash] So put your best against this, it don't matter who flows When they step in my direction Rico slows they rolls like AHH, cause my brain tells me go against the grain Cause these other niggaz out here all be rappin just the same But I spit flames, I kick ass and take names Fuck the boozy dames, this art should be placed in frames and hung up on the wall right next to Picasso I heard niggaz comin down the pike, not so hot so Tash comes blazin, Loot Pack blazin Hot enough to fry you into california raisins Cause my Alkie style of rhymin is ahead of it's time I make words connect lovely like Coronas and lime So where you rhymes at Break em out, don't be scared, show me Everytime I flow I feel like y'all niggaz owe me The one and only from the group you could feel cause it's a million Alkaholiks on the Earth (and that's real) Chorus: Stop, listen, what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down (Uh, I'm to' down, uh, I'm to' down, uh, I might skip this round) Stop... what's that sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down (I'm to' down, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down) [Loot Pack] We got that rhyme elevation racin like a mad liberation circle and run your base and, bust hip-hop preservation if you heard this on your station yo then you know that we'll knock you out with just, light ones Cut ya like a throne was on the cut slicer, I wet ya Yo I kick flavor, got more beats than my nigga got beeps on his pager, cause my flavor's like major Rhyme patterns intertwine with the beat offtime Then I read off lines or freestyle rhyme Make ya rewind the crate digga niggaz, always, spliff rhyme rip Never slip my hop hips a grip With the Likwidation lyrical radiation you're facin fate worse than freebasin, with them flows your chasin Lyrics lead the Pack way, so I can blast a rapper that ain't classy, get up out this fast lane Cause you'll be feelin mass pain from being phony like when a nigga swear he know me, yo it be no comprehende Been doin this long you might as well call me a sensei [J-Ro] Round and round I go This rapper's name is J-Ro Wack MC's don't waste your timeeeee (let me stick to the rhyme) Niggaz talk about scrappin when they can't scrape a grape That's why I choose to stick to myself like a roll of tape You don't wanna battle dog, I got a catalog of rhymes, break it down to your enzymes But your ass talk trash, know when your style is garb-y You soft as a Barbie, hard as Terence Trent D'Arby You the wackest MC I ever heard You fly like a wingless bird, it's absurd, you get the D-I, C-K, in-ya-mouth, all-day for comin outside anyway, my style's terrific many say You lightweight like ashes, it's goin down like plane crashes at all Alkaholik bashes Chorus [Tash] Yeah that's right West coast this the tear down Likwid crew in the place, knowhatI'msayin Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast II coast Turnin them forties upside down Big up to King Tee and Xzibit Big up to the whole Likwid crew, big up to Mobb Deep The Def Squad, Cypress Hill, Wu-Tang, Westside Connection Uhh, to tear it down, I'm to' down, I might have to miss this round...

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