JUVENILE lyrics - Being Myself

Conversation With The Man Above

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Why does Juvenile gotta suffer so much All this love in the hood keeps me in a fuss Last night, me and the fellas almost got smoked We heard gunshots and we said "we all broke" A 2 mile chase hitting corners quick Thank god we alright and made it to the bricks Now I gotta carry a nine i guess These brothas try to peel my cap, so I gotta put em to rest Now is it really worth the fighting and fuss We killed one of them, they killed one of us A young teenage black male Gave em a brand new 40 and he got locked in jail They say thats how it's supposed to be But I don't think that kind of life was chosen for me So I send up the sin I pray To the Lord to conversate To end all of this hate [Chorus:] Living inside ghetto is not a joke, not a joke I keep on seeing fellas from hood getting smoked Living inside ghetto is not a joke, not a joke I keep on seeing fellas from hood getting smoked Living inside ghetto is not a joke, not a joke I keep on seeing fellas from hood getting smoked Living inside ghetto is not a joke, not a joke I keep on seeing fellas from hood getting smoked I wouldn't be alive if I didn't say I'm the type of person that praise everyday Brothas in the hood ain't the same They got a gun and they change Now they say I changed cause I'm making records But I'm still in the hood handing out some chicken Teenage sistas getting happy drawls Used to be quiet, now she do it all It's hard to undertsand this shit And everybody I question say "life's a bitch" My life is a bitch, because I made it that So I'm praying to the Lord, please change me back [Chorus] My family's not together like they should be And I don't think they ever will be My grandma is the only one that says she loves us So whats the reason for the everyday scream fuss Daddy just got killed last week For my boy on the curb, may he rest in peace Then they went and killed Teck Now I'm thinking "is the Juv next?" I don't wanna run when I can't hide Lord if I go, just make sure I'm on your side [Chorus] [Juvenile talks till end]

I Am Somebody

JURASSIC 5 "Power In Numbers"
Artist: Jurassic 5 Album: Power in Numbers Song: I Am Somebody [All] Yo, raise the level, bass bottom to treble Forever keep it ghetto Funk and heavy metal F*ck the devil Unify the rebel Whistle like a kettle With a fly acapello Smooth and mellow Locked load and settle Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow Taste and swallow, lead and never follow Break it like a bottle Inspire like a role model Chorus: [Soup] Say, I am (I am) Somebody (Somebody) [Akil] Yo, my soul, bounce rock and roll Tumble with the rhythm Heat the mic when it's cold I was told Be Bold Whether platinum or gold Keep it solid Do the knowledge Til' I reach my goal My hunger-pain thunder Lumberjack the fifth wonder I never slumber cuz I keep it on the under My post beat for people in the street Ghetto M-U-S-I-C (We bring the heat) That African soul Clap black power impact Who said ghetto rap was all about a dope sack? A pimp slap or a big black gatt Fuck around and get jacked For your rhymes where I live at Uh, I'm not a gangsta but I boogie wit beats No gang affiliation in my lyrics or speech But still I keep it straight hood-hop techniques South Central Fundamentals J5 emcees And it's on! Chorus [Chali 2na] Who's to say if I choose to make moves today Whether I win or lose or I end up on the news today Amuse but never confuse Still got dues to pay You abuse elegant rules when you use clichàs [Marc 7] They got you sittin' on the edge of your seat [Chali 2na] Creatin' beef [Marc 7] Mark of the beast Code on the street Cease and decease [Chali 2na] Never the least [Marc 7] Let me repeat The situation gets sticky like the badge on police [Chali 2na] We individually driven in the beginnin' We winnin' Six men and a venomous independent decision and clear vision Pretendin' was never a possibility I got to kill it Because I want to be it The poet to win a Pulitzer Prize Who wouldn't survive? [Marc 7] The fullest of vibes [Chali 2na] Deliberate surprise [Marc 7] When bullets the size [Chali 2na] Of quarters arrive [Marc 7] And slaughter your lives [All] We trying to counteract that [Chali 2na] Unifying these ballers and backpacks With Knowledge- -Fact-Tracks Chorus [Soup] Yo, my soul, infiltrate birth control And control guns Huey P used to hold I breathe life and through the 60's Voted most likely to get busy Inner city flash jiggy burn Phillies and things And we boogie to the bang Sunshine and rain Why you cats be talkin' that pimp crap in jail I corresponded with a nigga who can barely spell I know the situation oh so well (so well) I done seen it in 3D It ain't hard to tell Why you bang for your turf chain girl or your man I be banging for Islam in a spot in Sudan Cuz I can't solve or stop or put foot to this The hottest brother on the block couldn't cook to this J5 drop the verse beat hook to this And if you want a fly jam you should look to this So... [All] Raise the level, bass bottom to treble Forever keep it ghetto Funk and heavy metal Fuck the devil Unify the rebel Whistle like a kettle With a fly acapello Smooth and mellow Locked load and settle Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow Taste and swallow, lead and never follow Break it like a bottle Inspire like a role model Chorus

Race Against Time II

JA RULE "Blood In My Eye"
Yeah, yeah, uh huh Race against time, ha part two You know, haha, Uh, c'mon Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha Nothin like the future [Verse 1] Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon And the rock is all stashed up Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin back Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, your back's slidin This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste To give chase, I put a hole in your fin But your head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood But what's really hood, when you ain't doin your hood no motherfuckin good, and bein misunderstood I would die if I could, Rule the lion And I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in" [Chorus - 2X] Race against time, I - can't stop Runnin through the red light - livin my life Even if I'm gettin too hot Still I can't stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din" [Verse 2] Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six This cocaine was heavily mixed And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free basin If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis And got his guns out lookin for ways to behead us You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it down Turn back the hands of time with the 40 Cal Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's killer You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up No gas, and when I spits like acid smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius' Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion For when I die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din" [Chorus] [Verse 3] If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic Me in church, or me in bed with bitches managen I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole They seein all or nothin like Jazz from Clisco Hit 'em up and let's go, jump over the threshold I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit Feel in love with a bitch that I call crime She reminded me that nobody can beat time If you get enough of it nigga So I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin different But this the same old criminal vibin I ain't hidin, I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din" [Chorus]

The Ghetto

SPARKLE "Told You So"
[Intro] Can I talk about the ghetto? That's where I'm from Listen up, whoa Just ridin' through the neighborhood What I see don't look too good All my brothers hustlin' All my sisters strugglin' Just to make it through another day Just another day That's just the way it is (Just the way it is) When you're living (Living in the ghetto) Trying to make it seems so hard (Living in the ghetto) Unemployment, don't even have no jobs (Living in the ghetto) Whoa (I grew up in the ghetto) In the ghetto, ghetto whoa Still got so many memories (Memories) Growing up with my family (Oh family) Still westside 'till I die (Throw it up) And even though I'm living in a highrise It's not where you are but it's where you're from Daddy told me long ago That's why I'll never forget my days (Never forget my days, no) (Living in the ghetto) People don't got no where to go (Living in the ghetto) Pimps and hustlers everybody knows (Living in the ghetto) Whoa (I grew up in the ghetto) In the ghetto, in the ghetto Play on, play on My, my, my, my, my, my, my Somebody tell me why It has to be this way Oh why? Don't give up, no, no Listen This is for my queens Keep your hopes high Stay down on your knees Praying every night There'll be days like these Mama used to say Ain't no need to worry He's gonna make a way And this is for my kings Don't forget respect Gotta keep moving on Cause it ain't over yet Keep your head about it Keep your head about it 'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it While you're living (Living in the ghetto) See I'll never forget where I'm from, no, no (Living in the ghetto) And how far I've come, see I've come too far (Living in the ghetto) In the ghetto, who (I grew up in the ghetto) In the ghetto, the ghetto (Living in the ghetto) So many kids out in the streets (Living in the ghetto) 2 o'clock in the morning when they need to be at home asleep (Living in the ghetto) In the ghetto, in the ghetto

Say Thank You

JILL SCOTT "Woman"
I used to be stuck I used to be stuck How ‘bout you? Inside a lie That you know ain’t near Near the absolute truth Feel it all in your membranes And deep in your tissue And you keep You keep ignoring the signs Listening to it happening to you again songs And put your alarm on Sleep Inviting new dumb shit And more loss of peacefulness Anybody Everybody can use a little help sometimes C’mon you know things ain’t moving right Ask for correction Ask for direction Ask for protection Since you want to feel like you’re you Inside Say thank you Yeah Say thank you Yeah Cause you know your request is filled You will see So act accordingly Live like you believe And say thank you Open Close Kneel Stand Hands In the air Head down Knees on ground And a silent whisper Out loud [ad libs] Somebody say thank you Hey! You hear that? Yeah! Hey! Thank you Thank you! I wish you would Just say Thank you Thank you It’s the only thing Thank you

I Killed Hip Hop

JJ DEMON "Funeral Disco"
I killed hiphop, night of the living dead, a splitting head decision, the ribbon is getting red. We need to check what we’re selling within the biz, if you’re a skeleton you’re not relevant with the kids. Embellishment’s making a mess of your cranium, painting ancient history, Mesopotamia Audio Saudi Arabian automatic, switch over to cable, fix all the static Otherwise you rick-shaw the baggage and you carry it, you sold heroin to buy your car? It ain't a chariot. You guys are fuckin’ hilarious, lemme tell ya. You love hustlin’ so much, why don’t you marry it? Grabbing Sagittarius, gripping him by the horns for those that live vicariously threw songs. Don’t embarrass me, this ain't no parody rap charity, what we see’s inherently different than what out parents see. Apparently I’m just glorifying a homicide, honestly, only the phony rappers were traumatized. You should have dropped 5 years ago, you’re wack to me, under the bar songwriting is unsatisfactory. Don’t bat a lash to me, salt water fishin’ with a shark on the line, “Which way to the Walt Whitman?” You need to jump off of a bridge, CAUTION: This entertainers lifestyle resulted in the loss of his head! Fuck it. Toss him the cred, turn him into a martyr, put his face on a t-shirt, tell his youngins to come a little harder. …like rapping about killing makes your dead friends proud, what a dead end, WOW. I got out of jail in ‘09 for those crimes you can read about, came home and weeded out the people and the places, the things that were keeping me in the bracelets, still I gotta walk off 7 years of probation. Only murder these cliches, choking the game, got my finger on the pulse, I’m about to open the vein. Understand, you’re inching this shit closer to the grave, kids around the world are ripping down your poster, it’s a shame. Bleeding heart vulnerability, self guillotine, correctional facility silhouette. Rehabilitated and still the latest in party technology, all the scene girls are starting to acknowledge me. Halloween synthesizer dancing all over my record, this is like talking to an expert. Walking through a metal detector was a tell-tale back then, don’t worry it’s just my belt now. Barking at the hellhounds, dressing in Obey, Circa on my feet cuz my circle has no lames. Saying “I Killed HipHop” is either a bold claim, or just a good way to rekindle an old flame, WHATEVER. Hands tied together with a blindfold on this is Goodbye Forever. The opposite direction from you opening your eyes, and your fear is like a casket, closing you inside. All that braggadocio rapping and boasting is a lie, when you feel close to emotional you’ll know I arrived. Cyanide, every time you scribble it you die inside a little bit, just consider this your final diatribe… …Really? The kids want something with a little more feeling. Sealing you up in the walls of your design. If I killed HipHop, it needed to die. “You’re the reason why hiphop’s dead.” Really? The kids want something with a little more feeling. Sealing you up in the walls of your design. If I killed HipHop, it needed to die.

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