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KANYE WEST lyrics - College Dropout

Spaceship

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(feat. GLC, Consequence) [Hook: GLC] I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky [Verse 1: Kanye West] Man, man, man If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up then I'm gonna shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check, wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yeah I stole, never got caught They take me to the back and pat me Askin' me about some khakis But let some black people walk in I bet they show off their token blackie Oh now they love Kanye, let's put him all in the front of the store Saw him on break next to the 'No Smoking' sign with a blunt and a Mall' Takin' my hits, writin' my hits Writin' my rhymes, playin' my mind This fuckin' job can't help him So I quit, y'all welcome Y'all don't know my struggle Y'all can't match my hustle You can't catch my hustle You can't fathom my love dude Lock yourself in a room doin' five beats a day for three summers That's a different world like Cree Summers I deserve to do these numbers The kid that made that deserves that Maybach So many records in my basement I'm just waitin' on my spaceship, blaow [Hook: GLC] I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky [Verse 2: Consequence] Man, I'm talkin' way past the sky Let's go, yeah And I didn't even try to work a job Represent the mob At the same time thirsty on the grind Chi state of mind Lost my momma, lost my mind +My life, my love+ that's not mine Why you ain't signed Wasn't my time Leave me alone, work for y'all Half of it's yours, half of it's mine Only one to ball Never one to fall Gotta get mine Gotta take mine Got a tech nine Reach my prime Gotta make these haters respect mine In the mall 'til 12 when my schedule wore headset nine Puttin' known ass on shelves Waitin' paitently I ask myself Where I wanna go, where I wanna be Life is much more than runnin' in the streets Holla at 'ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet Sound so sweet Yes I'm the same ol' G, same goatee Stayin' low key, nope Holler at God 'Man why'd you had to take my folks' Hope to see Freddy G., Yusef G Love my G, Rolly G Police watch me smoke my weed, count my G's Got a lot of people countin' on me And I'm just tryin' to find my peace Should of finished school like my niece Then I wouldn't finally wouldn't use my piece, blaow Aw man, all this pressure [Hook: GLC] I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky [Verse 3: Consequence] I remember havin' to take the dollar cab Comin' home real late at night Standin' on my feet all damn day Tryin' to make this thing right And havin' one of my co-workers say 'Yo you look just like This kid I seen in the old Busta Rhymes video the other night' Well easy come, easy go How that sayin' goes No more broad service, cars, and them TV shows I all had that snatched from me And all the faculties all turn their back on me And didn't wanna hear a rap from me So naturally actually had to face things factually Had to be a catastrophe with the fridgest starin' back at me Cuz nothing's there, nothing's fair I don't wanna ever go back there So I won't be takin' no days off 'til my spaceship takes off [Hook: GLC] I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky [Outro: GLC] I wanna fly, I wanna fly I said I want my chariot to pick me up And take me brother for a ride

Down For Whatever

ICE CUBE "Lethal Injection"
[Intro] Damn. I'm broke. My feet hurt. (Inside the mind of a car jacker) And that bitch is slippin. It makes me wanna..creep. It makes me wanna..creep. [Verse One] Damn, I'm such a G it's pathetic Here comes the big-headed Nigga that's dippin Sippin on Courvoisier Goddamn I must havta floss today Now pimpin aint easy but it's necessary So I'm chasin bitches like Tom chased Jerry I'll put the pedal to the flo-uh In my two-tone Ford Explo-uh You know how it's done Sounds bumpin Ain't that sumthin Jumped on the 110 She's flyin in the Blazer Like 'Go Speed Racer' But I ain't gonna chase her Like Racer X But I won't flex Til it's time to have sex So when you wanna get togetha Cause you know a nigga like me Is down for whatever And I'm down for whatever [Verse Two] When I was little I didn't wanna be like Mike I wanted to be like Ike Cause Papa Was A Rolling Stone in the sixties And he liked green like Bill Bixby Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty Pokets never skinny Played let's get it on in the living room Cause he'll turn the party out sayin, 'This is MY muthafuckin house' And y'all gots to go Through the door And if you can't find the door He'll help you with the four-four Talkin much shit on the grass And straight down to blast I'm still in my p.j.'s He's in a turtleneck sweater And we down for whatever And I'm down Solid Pro is down for whatever The Don Jaguar is down for whatever And it don't seem to stop [Verse Three] Now I don't talk a lot of shit But when it's time to get busy with these hos, let's go Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead Then my niggas wearin blue or red Cause I got the gift To hit these hos swift And I'm smellin like a fifth Of sumthin Yeah, that's right I'm standin in the store Koreans Act so nice Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchells Donut And you know what I'm Cool Like Dat like Digable Planets But don't take a nigga for granted Cause whether it's a verdict of the L.A. four You just don't know That this rappin-ass nigga will change with the weather And be down for whatever [Outro] And I'm down Creep. And I'm down for whatever Ice Cube - devoid of pop And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas It makes me wanna..creep. It makes me wanna..creep.

Executioner's Dream

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
[movie sample] "Inifinite...no you don't fuck around with the inifinite There's no way you do that... A painted hill has two sides, the kind you can touch with your hand The kind you can feel in your heart Your soul, the spiritual side; And you know, the worst of the two...is the spiritual" [Jus Allah] I'm leaf-twistin, but still kill your whole belief system I speak wisdom, translated to street diction A past victim of the government for grapple Now I slash you, I'm the slave wit snapped shackles After cash rules, a-alikes move wit me We murdered the fakes involved in the three-sixty Eighty-five face the truth, you're too dumb You burn and failed attempts reachin the sun I grab you and squeeze until your pores bleed Manipulate the earth that you formerly believed Even after you're buried underneath the soil Send a message to hell, nobody grieve for you Your physical mass is converted into ash Allah's wrath is engraphed on your epitab Spend eternity wit the underground forces Your screams echo in deaf ears of the remorseless [Chorus x2] "You don't even wanna test" "Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless" [Ikon] The raw mangler, seven angles of Angular Strangle the pagans who stayed in the pages of Diameter Rhyme shatterer, with nine rhymes I'm hackin you The author will scorch ya with the torture of Josef Mengele Sended you to the squared circle to meet me To beat me won't be easy, you'll face thesis of Meche Blood'll apease me, raps are prehistorical Cerebral of cathedral that leads you into the oracle I'm horrible, I burn wit no time to react Rewind DAT's so fine I pull spines out the back In time I crack minds that's what the brain desire Messiah pulls as Mariah into the rain of fire Barb wire around pagans that read the Bible Genocidal and liable to just cleave your spinal Final hours, the forbidden fruit they fond as Iris Study rappers, bringin wackness like Abolo scholars First in line to try to battle me, I left him limbless Tragic rappers just a fallacy, I left em skinless Beginners, keep your distance because we might be vicious You can find me wit Louis Logic drinkin pints of Guiness "You don't even wanna test" "Uh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God bless" [J-Treds] Aiyyo when I rhyme Fortunatley I possess a Jedi Mind So the force is with me (When I rhyme) Son it makes me spit a fresh one So when Treds is done, even a athiest will say I blessed him And when my jam bang, better cop that Fuck all these players who can't hang, get a jockstrap Cuz we drop bombs, better be scared Cuz it's either hop on or be prepared for us to lock horns We engage, when the pen sprays we wage war And then you know what they say, when it rains it pours So face us, cuz you can't change the laws of nature We independent, it's competition callin us major We major threats who deliver, so place your bets We'll bring it minus the Moet, Rollies, and Avirex We just spit shit too amazing, just shit That when you face it you'll see it's a must-win situation Ain't no second chance (anyway), not next to the champs Because it's our freestyle that's gettin grants from the NEA We well in doubt versus these rappers we tell about (Cuz us and them) Difference between takin a L and a bow [Chorus x2]

Stop Frontin'

KRS-ONE "Return Of The Boom Bap"
[KRS-One] Bo! Boom bye bye, hip-hop will never die Despite the fact that I'm fly I'm never dry You could beat me, cheat me, when you meet me try to defeat me But nevertheless you'll have stress, cause I don't rest You wanna know what my problem is, if you're curious I take this hip-hop shit too serious!! I forget that other rappers ain't true to this So when they grab the mic I get hyped like LET'S DO THIS!! All my rhymes are fat, while rappers are skimpy, wimpy So I simply chew they crew like a Blimpie Skip me when you dissin, skip me when you on a ego mission.. I blow up, like nitroglycerin! You better tune in to Teddy Ted Yo stop frontin', and use your head [KRS-One] Well if you ain't called it hip-hop, there's a door, I ain't stoppin I got more flavors than Baskin Robbins! I flash the funky fresh flavors force-fully Freak the phonies and flip philosophy constantly (true!) That reminds me, rappers rock drip-drop Not hip-hop, they wanna SING and all dem ting Thank God KRS is still rappin; all that ooh I love you baby and blink blink blink - this ain't happenin [Kid Capri] Yo this is curtains for these rappers that be frontin on the next man Lookin down at brothers just because they gettin checks and haven't got a skill but they're LARGE on the hum-bum You wanna step to Kid Capri, COME COME COME!! I break em up, just for actin like a superstar Around the way, we got a neighborhood trooper car We ride by, and spray your crew, and your honies too And rip you open and drink your blood like a Mountain Dew [KRS-One] I descend to lend a friend a helping hand to stop a trend, again and again and again, I just can't say when I beg to confess my sins to other men Reverands guard lips, within there I'll begin I'll always win, over-sakin The party is ripped, without a hit or with a hit I'm rippin shit You must admit, I'll never quit the lyrics I flip I'm tough like licorice, battlin Kid Capri It's ridiculous We come to the party inconspicuous..

Chat Chat Chat

Flipmode Squad "The Imperial"
(Intro / Spliff Star): Hah... Rah Digga... Spliff Star... Flipmode... In ya face nigga... You wanna battle nigga... (Spliff Star): Yo, Yo, Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright Sodomize the mic Get the crowd hype Make 'em want to fight You see the rhymes I construct The flows I conduct It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked Nigga word! I lays it down flat like a door mat Get head in every state wherever I toured at Spliff ah spliff Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed Counting traps Taking trip out the cacilac Smokin' quan-quan Doggie style chicks in the Montreaon Cracking many bar Fuck it Nigga grab an Averon Me Spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion Fuck what niggas think Watch a nigga turn platinum (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Just what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Rah Digga): Digga, Digga First name Rahshea Sweetest person had no idea Just like that honey flipped three times With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon Situation around the way with my women Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen Totin' herbals We got papers like staples Marla Marples Didn't think I could take you Confrontation now niggas wanna run up Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt Roll they ass out like they parapilegic Boy! I got shit for the brain You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname I shatter an ego quick I be that chick The wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Baby Sham): Get the royal blue nab and swing my way On some real party shit if you hold your way I can hold mine You wanna battle blow some lines Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist You want this Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits You can't hold this You jealous cause ya shorty want this Dig her back out in front of my crib Her man staked out On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth What you chap 'bout, the same shit Been on for chris The style got you twist up Walk wit face ice grilled up Some cat pulled up in a black surburb Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen I'm short for reason You spoke and should have passed that Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Let's, what ya'll wannna do Na cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Outro / Busta Rhymes): Yeah... Rah Digga... Sliff Star... Baby Sham... Flipmode Squad nigga... Fuck is the deal... '98 shit... '99 shit... 2000 shit... 2001 shit... 2002 shit... Eternal shit motherfucker...

Adrenaline

JOE BUDDEN "Padded Room"
[Joe Budden] GIVE IT AWAY NOW! L-look look look look look I can't call it, I always seem to take one step backward and five steps forward, Nothing to gain, its like everything mortgaged, Ya'll can love me or ya'll won't, go ahead talk shit, Cautious, report shit, live out of hell, Since all my dudes either alive or outta jail, Won't fold, won't curl, no wonder all this weights on my shoulders, I'm sitting on the bottom of the world, They say, tears are words that your mouth can't speak, Rubber on every arm could fire but cant reach, I say, streets learn you what the schools can't teach, My job is to get a gospel that the church won't preach, Something like a rock star, keep the live band, Just sub my true religions for they're skin tight pants, Ass on my wife, no nice implants, I mean no accessories, the crime's been an accessory, It's a thinking man's world, shit is chess to me, So let the king move mean time, let it be [Chorus] (According to Phenom its Drew Hudson, blame him if wrong) It's the Junk Yard Gang, Drew Hudson repping Jersey, Revers the psyche on life and do the mic dirty, Tired, hungry and thirsty, motherfuck fame, Matter of fact, when this verse ends forget my name, It's the message, not the man, The vision, not the plan, No glits, no glam, just pure connection with the fans, Half your downloads get deleted with the spam, These dudes keep it so real they come across fake, Straight boring, ignore these wack bastards, Approaching to forwards(?) as frauds(?) is ass backwards, I just vividly spit it to pick it differently, Rip all the vodka, swig it then pissing on negativity, The pen is mightier than the trigger, Strike em when I spit, Real catchy huh?, I don't even like that shit, What I like, a rock flow that's lava, melotic With a high dose of more(?) fire(?), The fire and the rain, the fire in my veins is hot, Can't be stopped with fire brigades, UUUHHHH! No image, im livin every synonym twisted in this syllable spliff six a them hits I'll leave you lifted All heart and gut, Feeling the hunts adrenaline rush, come on, The shits heating up, [Chorus] [Joe Budden] L-Look look I wear a K as a weapon, Eye in through scope 'case my foes at the top of my stair way to heaven, And I, pop a big step, dressed in my fly shit, Ipod, headphones on bumping my shit, I never cared, I was careless, Fear being afraid, OR maybe im afraid to be fearless, OR fear being fearless but fearful, So even in my carelessness, got to be careful, I'm like, who's that looking threw my peephole?, When did my alter-ego get a ego?, He wants the rims chrome, Me im trying to push the pedal till my foot's on the ground like a flintstone, Bluetooth, my girl on the horn bickering, But even though when she scream, I hear it like whispering, I been around noise all my life, I've been poised baby all my life, Just let me live my life, Live yours, make your own highlight, Then, meet me at the top like a butterfly knife, Then, learn how to see without eyesight, If, at first you don't succeed then try twice, See I don't write it I will it, reel it, real shit, Paint a masterpeice then unveil it. Come I'm 'bout to reveal it, Destroy it, rebuild it, Conceal it, before another nigga steals it, Milk shit, not a pessimist, im a realist, When you think you on, I go and hit the killswitch, Drummer rockin, he's ill bitch, If they sleep dont wake em just drill shit(?) See I'm something they got to deal with,

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