JUSTINE SKYE lyrics - Skye High

You Don't Know Me

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First phase, settle down relax I don’t wanna be the one that’s gotta fall back Next phase, don’t get attached Baby, it’s already too late for that Don’t hesitate to be cautious with me You’ll see I don’t fall easily, I don’t fall easily We gotta do it til I give you my all I never be so quick to go and give you my heart Gotta know the rules before we take it that far You think you know me but You don’t know me like that (you don't know me like) You don't know, you don't know me like that (you don't know me like) You don’t know me like that (you don't know me like) You don't know, you don't know me like that (hey, hey) Check ya self right at the door Its more than you asking for Think you need a slow your road You don’t know me like that (you don't know me like) You don't know, you don't know me like that (you don't know me like) Wrong time to be wasting noise I don’t wanna be the girl you’re waiting for So I, gotta let you know Get it right now before I’m out the door Don’t hesitate to be, cautious with me You’ll see I don’t fall easily, no, I don’t fall easily, yeah We gotta do it til I give you my all I never be so quick to go and give you my heart Gotta know the rules before we take it that far, farrr You think you know me but You don’t know me like that (you don't know me like) You don't know, you don't know me like that (you don't know me like) You don’t know me like that (you don't know me like) You don't know, you don't know me like that (hey, hey) Check ya self right at the door Its more than you asking for Think you need a slow your road You don’t know me like that (you don't know me like) You don't know, you don't know me like that (you don't know me like) If you wanna know me, I can show ya But you won’t see nothing till I wanna Put you in the loop Show you what to do You gonna have to work if you want me next to you When it’s said and done, you can be the one But if you playing catch up, baby you should run You think you know me but You don’t know me like that (you don't know me like) You don't know, you don't know me like that (you don't know me like) You don’t know me like that (you don't know me like) You don't know, you don't know me like that (hey, hey) Check ya self right at the door Its more than you asking for Think you need a slow your road You don’t know me like that (you don't know me like) You don't know, you don't know me like that, you don't know me like

Thank You

JIN "The Rest Is History"
This feels good right here, just happy to be here, I mean I gotta take a moment to thank those that made a difference Whether small or big, damn, where should I start though? First and foremost I gotta give praise To the Lord above and His Almighty ways Blessin' me with the gift to lift spirits And evoke emotions through these words everytime you hear it I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe Me and my little sister, we're grateful you know Wish I could see you more Avah at the rate that you grow My favorite uncle Franky for opening ya door When I ain't have a place to stay, I crashed on your floor Taught me the basic survival tools Auntie Cathy, every summer kept me in vacation Bible school Mr. Diskin for more than passin' grades And my fourth grade teacher Mr. Scott who passed away Peep how I met Kamel, corner on the street We goin' to the top, let's do it for Shawna and Jaleek In the beginnin', no one was on Jin's side folks Bar and Amory, whoa Bundy that's an inside joke Before bullshit friendships, synthetic for cream Chilled with my wall click, Bryan, Cedric and Jean So when I moved to NY chose to invest in a few One love to Patricia, Ben and the rest of the crew To be loved is a privilige, that's what I was told A gem from my man unless more precious than gold Infamous Joe lacin' my tatt so sick Fong, Yungmac, and Ken down at Ho Yips To Dee Waah Chivon and the rest of the deans For believing in a young man obsessed with a dream Allowin' me to write history create my own chapter All original ryders and the generation after The double R staff my thanks worth a million And the whole 30th floor at the Universal buildin' You could never walk in my shoes or stand in my boots Know how I came up, I'll never abandon my roots Yeah, C Rayz, Poison Pen for sharing the stage Shouts to stronghold, tone and the rest of the plague Ask Big Zoo, we ten steps ahead of ya Vice versus, eye to eye, E-O dub regulars My man J pure for bringin' the heat right And the rest of the poets, chillin' under streetlights Just keep the beats tight, shouts to the record spinners Enough, felli fell and all the heavy hitters Kubichi K Sly hold me down in L.A. Might catch me flickin' it up with von in the bay Then it's off to the wake up show with tech and sway Or big nat and foot out in VA It's damn near tradition to kick a freestyle Anytime I'm with Eddie Francis out in Seatown Can't forget hometeam as high as I be Supa Cindy, Big Lip and DJ Irie The club and mixtape DJ's that break records 'Cause thanks to them we've heard some great records Shouts out to the technicians they get props Feel free to holla, anytime you need drops Bob Collina, the only one to call Anytime ya boy Jin gota run in with the law Bert Padell A K A Big Babe Ruth Got the brinks truck outside, let's get paid loot 6 4 6 6, the trips back and forth From the studio to the crib, I'm never slackin' off How 'bout Will, Spivey and of course Killa Kai? Boondo, Randy, Feron just a few of my Close associates that I love to see School me to the game like Joe box and Brother E Razor and Mario for all them times we rocked shows To the rest of 176, tato "Holla front dot com" go register today Peter Jun, Rock, Lisa, Landy and J Keepin' me fresh Ellis at the barbershop Coast to coast, lifestyles reppin' the R alot My man cartoon bringin' the fresh sound Cookie and mag OG's holdin' the West down And of course Swizz Blocks, Carl, climax Far east movement, they got what ya minds lack T dot Montreal where I keep mass appeal Romero, baby you, R G and Neil It pays to keep it real even more to be sincere Thanks to B E T for jump startin' my career As for one oh six who they askin' about Free and A J can't wait to see yall back on the couch And MTV for givin' advance warnings John Singleton plus the chance at performin' The soul stopper X L Rolling Stone vibe The truth, the lies, the layout in rides For every write up forever in context King magazine Elle girl and complex To all the producers for providin' the beats Shouts to Neo, Tunehedz, Divine and Elite JR, Wyclef, Kanye, can I rep This is real hip hop be damned if I let Y'all tell me otherwise 'cause we so live This one's for 954 and 305 All the way to 718 and 212 And if you ever showed love this one's for you But I gota say thanks even those that hated 'Cause, 'cause ya'll kept me motivated {You see, lot times People dont appreciate the love and support That they get from they family an' friends Haters and all they are locked into but not me} {See I never take none of that for granted So I knew I had to take a moment And atleast let ya'll know how I felt about it C'mon} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all 'Cause when I'm sure there is no me Oh my cha I can't forget about you I know when you make sinners down You doin' a real good job on that I know I probaly forgot a ton of people But don't think that you know count it Anyway you want, it's just that It's a lot goin' on right now I got my element Little bit of Henessee left in my cup No I don't even drink like that I love ya, the rest is history baby I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all

No Joke

JAY ROCK "Black Friday"
[Verse 1:] Stocks risin', fertalizin' neighborhoods with butta butta Black steel, no mass, no tags--gutta, gutta Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters hover Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover Hit the bounty, straight hunter, main line speak ya mind Where you from? Take ya time, bust a nigga no response Rest a hater, respirator... no response Green light, go time Where yo block? I know mine So you know, one time, snitch nigga, bitch nigga Re-up with a seven cuz that's all I can get, nigga Small time hustler, me I'm just a governor Of my city fuck with me juggle shots through ya jugular Projects hold me down, A1 customers A1 army guns, A1 predators Pigs yellin' man down, got the law scared of us Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down, show me something [Chorus:] I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne Burn ya whole block down like propane Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change If you ain't know, now you know mayne! Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow Finna take another trip to the liquor store The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz [Verse 2:] Back on my bullshit, back on the blocks riffin' Get it off re-up flippin', gettin' off his car flippin' Model bitch think I'm trickin' Oh no, no go W-oh no 30 bucks, mo' mo' What the fuck you thought this was? All I know is doin' me Flyin' spur doin' 3 Gutter lane, blowin' tree Homie what you smokin' on? I can get it dirt cheap I can get it for the low Hard rock or pure blow I can show you how to whip it Birdies given off a show Servin' quail in the kitchen Remedy for meal tickets Dope game, real wicked Some deals go sour Real niggas locked up Snitched on by known cowards OG told me that's life Murders keep me rest at night My daughter keep me level-headed, reason why I sacrifice Story of a real nigga This is how I feel, nigga Come between my piece of mind, get yo ass killed nigga! [Chorus:] I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne Burn ya whole block down like propane Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change If you ain't know, now you know mayne! Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow Finna take another trip to the liquor store The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz [Verse 3:] My momma told me tread softly, gotta keep them feds off me Gotta keep the guards on me, I know them mothafuckas want me Know I gotta hold it down Know I gotta run my town Know tomorrows never promised Know I gotta get it now Know I got a job to finish Know I need stock to grow Know I need Lord's forgiveness Know I've been through obstacles Know I gotta shit on niggas Know I gotta do my thang Knowin' that I'm knee deep Know the drama that it brings Know I can't trust these hoes Know I can't chase these bitches Know I gotta chase this bread Know I gotta push these Benzes Know I gotta push these trucks Know I gotta paint these pictures Know I gotta give it up Know you better mind your business Know I gotta stay silent Know I can't fall for nothing Know I know hard times Know I gotta stay humble Know I gotta keep it gangsta Know you gotta come and get me Know I gotta keep it pushin' Know you can't fuck with me [Chorus:] I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne Burn ya whole block down like propane Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change If you ain't know, now you know mayne! Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow Finna take another trip to the liquor store The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz

Breathe

ANGIE MARTINEZ "Up Close & Personal"
[Angie Martinez] Yo, yo, yo, uhh, uhh, yo, yo, whoo whoo whoo whoo, yo, uhh, hey! Sometimes you gotta, catch yo' breath and, all the time you gotta watch yo' step and, catch me all on yo' neck, stressin' 'bout 'What you doin' next' And I ain't got much left; tolerance wit' the hoop-la La jodienda no se para nunca, yeah They give it to you but I, keep it movin' while I'm runnin' wit' the rap race But I need a little damn space, to breathe I gotta just do me; why I always gotta be sexy huh Would you mind when you spill it like me In a pair of Air Max sweat pants hoodie huh Would ya, get off my back, c'mon, let a nigga relax Cause I'm, all woman now, hear me roar Right now I'm 'bout to hit the door, so I can parle', it's my day, 'bout to pick up my girls at the highway Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah [Chorus: Angie Martinez + La India] Gotta be free, gotta do me Gotta get away, get away Gotta gimmie some time to breathe Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah C'mon ladies come ride wit' me Gotta get away, get away Gotta relax your body! Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah I just really need some time to ease my mind and let my spirit gooo! [Angie Martinez - over end of Chorus] Gonna fly.. c'mon.. How many women cook and clean, wash the clothes work a job, come home - mop the floors, watch the soaps Nah, no time for that, besides, Young And The Restless is kinda wack Plus thats that time you can be in the gym, gettin' ya legs tight, gettin' ya head right Doin' it every night in summer time almost You wanna ass lookin' firm when they come up close One of single mother types wit' a couple of kids Nuttin' come before them, don't give a fuck who it is You a proud ass woman, never cry for help Been doin' it for years all by yourself For cryin' out loud, can ya get your props Wanna pull your hair out cause the shit don't stop and, ya nigga wanna stress, gettin' no rest Takin' no breaths, it's PMS Wanna know when do I get my day Wanna pick up my girls at the highway Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah [Chorus] [La India] Yo necesito un poco de paz.. en mi vida! Necesito un poco de paz.. en mi vida! Some times a girl just wants to be free from what you think of me baby please get up off my back and give a girl some space because we're livin' in a big bad place I just really need some time to have a little piece of mind and breathe, breeeaathe!

Until The Nipples Gone

ATMOSPHERE "To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy - The Atmosphere EP's"
[Slug] Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall Stare at the stars, blink and they fall Stand tall and shrink, small Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall Y'all not clear what to call a career Stop the bus, I'm hopping off here Get down, snuck and got near Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears Dressed up all black with a clown mask Shred the system, sound clash Fall back when my feet touch ground Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at? Self-service, getting it to go A lot of work for a little bit of dough Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow Still running, bound to build something Even though we all surrounding by hills crumbling Lil young'n, we kill assumption Come hit us up, you wanna feel the function? We proof of what you could do if you would have took the lead to speak truth You look cute little sheep in a wolf suit Lost on a rook move, shoot that sense of direction, misconception Get your check and then skip the lesson Get paranoid and collect protection Get destroyed by the boy just stepped in Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks Nowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's ass Hit the gas and mash past the trash I wouldn't want it any other way and that's that On this tit till it's going flat When I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks My crew stay deep and we don't relax Ain't going to sleep, too old for naps They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash Well ring the bell, there ain't no more class Pot or smack, but don't know the facts Spot is packed, who owns the map? I'm not convinced, y'all overact You're on the bench tryna choke the bat I headline shows that they hoping that I get mine, they can go cloak and dag' You had the chance to hold me back I still advance, fade slow to black Y'all are just ants till it all collapse Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's doing We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of crickets and that's ordinary normal business And you trying to ignore the visit But your girl's online bout to score some tickets I was born a crumb, I'm a poor decision I'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's written But first I'ma smash over ornaments and then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinion We all rapper rappers We all wanna capture stature like any of it matters Ass backwards and a lack of words Only thing that you're killing me with is laughter They used to cap and call me a backpacker But they was mad I had my mack mastered Went up the ladder and I seen the ants So now I treat each track like it's the last chapter Can't take it for granted, cause when it's done I gotta subject my breath to the shit I've run Gotta respect the mess I'm sitting on So let's get it on until the nipple's gone

All Or Nothing

Julie Reeves "It's About Time"
(Michael Garvin/Michael Salacuse/Steve Siler) You swear to me that I'm the one But you need time to have your fun That boat won't float How can you say that love is real When you still want to play the field That dog won't hunt You can't have it halfway hon' It's all or nothing If you want my loving You gotta concentrate, dedicate, show it's love you wanna make That's the only way I'll fall Cause it's all or nothing I need a man who's man enough to stand up in the face of love Commit to it The kind of man who's not afraid to give my heart an even trade For him I'll wait Can you give me what it takes It's all or nothin' if you want my lovin' You gotta concentrate, dedicate, show it's love you wanna make That's the only way I'll fall 'cause it's all or nothin' No more riding the fence No more playing it safe No more waiting till someday Get into this love or baby get out of the way It's all or nothing

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