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KIRK FRANKLIN lyrics - The Rebirth Of Kirk Franklin

Revolution

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THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS, CHAPTER 7 verses 16 AND 17 (YES SIR!) THEY SHALL HUNGER NO MORE NEITHER SHALL THEY THIRST ANYMORE! (PREACH, PREACHER) FOR GOD SHALL WIPE AWAY (YES SIR) EVERY TEAR FROM THERE EYES. (YES SIR) GET READY FOR A REVOLUTION. WHAT YOU SAY, UH! [CHORUS:] OH OH OH OH OH OH OOOOOH OOOOH DO YOU WANT A REVOLUTION! WHOO, WHOO! SAY DO YOU WANT A REVOLUTION! WHOO, WHOO! COME ON! [REPEAT CHORUS] SICK AND TIRED OF MY BROTHAS KILLING EACH OTHER, SICK AND TIRED OF DADDIES LEAVIN' BABIES WITH THEIR MOTHERS. TO EVERY MAN WHO WANTS TO LAY AROUND AND PLAY AROUND , LISTEN PARTNER, YOU SHOULD BE MAN ENOUGH TO STAY AROUND. SICK AND TIRED OF THE CHURCH TALKIN' RELIGION AND , YET, THEY TALK ABOUT EACH OTHER, MAKIN' DECISIONS. NO MORE RACISM! TWO-FACISM! NO POLLUTION! THE SOLUTION A REVOLUTION! [CHORUS] [VERSE TWO:] NO CRIME! NO DYING! POLITICIANS LYING, EVERYBODY'S TRYING TO MAKE A DOLLAR IT MAKES ME WANNA HOLLER. THE WAY THEY DO MY LIFE, THEY WAY THEY DO MY LIFE. THERE'S GONNA BE A BRIGHTER DAY ALL YOUR TROUBLES WILL PASS AWAY. A REVOLTUION'S COMIN, YES IT'S COMIN, COMIN'. REVOLUTION'S COMIN. YES IT'S COMIN, REVOLUTION'S COMIN' COMIN. [CHORUS] KIRK FRANKLIN RAP: WHAT YOU FEELIN' WHAT YOU WANT SON WHO YOU CALLIN' TO SON YOU KNOW JESUS IS THE TRUE SON. THE SECOND IN THE TRINITY. I KNOW YOU FEELIN' HIM. FIVE HUNDRED DAYS LEFT UNTIL THE NEW MILLENIUM. YOU HEARIN 'EM. TRUMPETS CRACK THE SKY, CHRIST THE LAST, THE FIRST,THE FIRST,THE LAST AND WON'T PASS. SO DON'T BE CAUGHT SLIPPIN' BROTHA DON'T BE TRIPPIN' BROTHA CAUSE WHEN I SEE YA' YOU BETER NOT BE DIPPIN' BROTHA. DARKCHILD RAP: EVERYWHERE WE GO, WE SAY WE MOVE TO MUCH, WE DO TO MUCH, BUT WHEN YOU STEP AGAINST US ,A YO, YOU LOSE TO MUCH. AIN'T NO STOPPIN' WHAT I'M DOIN' WHEN THE SPIRIT MOVIN'. DON'T BE HATIN' WHAT I'M DOIN, I'M THE VESSEL HE'S USIN'. EVERYWHERE I BE THEY TRY TO JUDGE ME, THEY TRY TO SHAKE ME, THEY TRY TO BUDGE ME, BUT THEY CAN'T BREAK ME, CAUSE I'M DOWN WITH CHRIST. DARKCHILD AND NU NATION MAKE YA FEEL ALRIGHT. WHERE MY EAST COAST SAINTS AT WHOO WHOO! WHERE MY WEST COAST SAINTS AT WHOO WHOO! WHERE MY DETROIT SAINTS AT WHOO WHOO! WHERE MY DALLAS SAINTS AT WHOO WHOO! WHERE MY ATL SAINTS AT WHOO WHOO! WHERE MY MIAMI SAINTS AT WHOO WHOO! WHERE MY NASHVILLE SAINTS AT WHOO WHOO! WHERE MY FORT WORTH SAINTS AT!! ALL MY REAL LOUD SAINTS THROW YOUR HANDS UP! [SIMULTANEOUSLY WITH THE BACKGROUND] [BACKGROUND:] WITH THERE HANDS UP. UP THEY GOT THERE HANDS UP! [REPEAT 4x ] [CHORUS UNTIL FADES ]

Leaf

ASAP ROCKY "Live.Love.A$ap"
[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm so happy, you know um You know I looked at the crowd and you know I I look at my fans, I look at their faces, they expressions And I know that damn well We are some partying mother fuckers [Verse 1: ASAP Rocky] Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers Tired of these dances by these backpackers And I'm sick of all these hipsters I'm sick of phony niggas I'm sticking to these bitches, cause I'm sick of all these sisters I'm sick and tired of tryna survive, I'm sick tired of my environment I'm sick and tired of feeling deprived, I'm one of a kind, when in my climate I'm sick and tired of your facade and all of your lying and all your diamonds Basically I'm tired of feeling sick and tired (ASAP) Born in money makin' Manhattan Every nigga on my block wanna be a main attraction Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre If you disrespect them niggas then I'm polishin' the nadre And I'm coming to your casa for your madre and padre Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye Little bit of Max, little bit of Wiz, little bit of that, little bit of this Get off my dick [ASAP Rocky:] I'm in yo hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, take a hit with me Ain't on stage behind the scene I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my team Why don't ya come and take a sip with me Take a sip with me [Verse 2: Main Attrakionz] Once again Mr. Back selling crack It's the how to keep it real nigga music on the map Street raps, new face, sampled with no craze Doubting myself cause I don't think the world can relate To my surprise everyone does, so have faith Half of the other side don't live it they push play The young illest alive, Harlem world to the Bay It feels good waking up to money in the bank Cause last year it was shoe box and lint I only write raps just to give you niggas hits Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney My album coming November, that's 20 years of memory And that's assuming I'm a live that long If I don't, don't cry cause I ain't live that wrong Just an artist in a purest form, I live that song An artist in a purest form, I live that song, Bambino [ASAP Rocky:] I'm in yo hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, take a hit with me Ain't on stage behind the scene I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my team Why don't ya come and take a sip with me Take a sip with me [Verse 3: Main Attrakionz] Why fuss? I rather fuck, treat her like my enemy I just wanna bus, 7 deuce, waitin' on the bus Before the boys bend the corner, tryna make a bust Tryouts I'm tryna make the Bucks Purple and the green got me on stuck So I 2 step, move my feet and keep it pushin' Always bouncin' back, got it keep the kush in And that's somethin' fat, like eatin' all the puddin' ASAP we got it slap, bruh good lookin' Fuck that, ASAP where I come from 4 5 6, ice city slums Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues Buying swisher sweets, no more honey buns Fresh white tee, bright like the sun Only nigga round here rockin michigan [ASAP Rocky:] I'm in yo hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, take a hit with me Ain't on stage behind the scene I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my team Why don't ya come and take a sip with me Take a sip with me

It's All About The Benjamins

PUFF DADDY "Forever"
(feat. The Lox) [Verse One: Puff Daddy] Now... what y'all wanna do Wanna be ballers Shot-callers Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga [Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)] I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews) Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you [Verse Three: Sheek] I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul

Wife Naggin'

Cledus T. Judd "Just Another Day in Parodies"
She bosses me around dang near all of the time She might be my wife but I won't kiss her big behind No matter how much she whines… “Now I've been working hard for way to long If you think I'm walking the dog taking out the trash mowing the lawn Trimming out the hedges or cleaning the garage you're wro-o-o-ng.â€? “It's your time to clean the lawnâ€? Praise the Lord I'm going fishin It's the only cure for my mental condition One of these days I'm gonna send her a packin' I'm sick and tired of my wife naggin Feels like forever since I've seen any action “I'd rather love than never to (stand son???)â€? “Not the night I'm crampin' That's right I said crampinâ€? I'm gonna die for sure of malnutrition Cause she'll won't step one foot in our kitchen Ain't no wonder why I fell off the wagon I'm sick and tired of my wife naggin I forgot our anniversary and I'm really sorry “You're sure it's today I thought it was tomorr-yâ€? Oh she's gonna kill me Oh honey please don't kill me Divorce court let's make a reservation Maybe then I'll get some peace and relaxation For now the neighbor's couch is where I'll be crashin I'LL stay away from my wife's nagging I may be overweight but at least my breasts ain't a saggin I'm sick and tired of my wife naggin

Latino, Pt. 2

JOELL ORTIZ "Human"
[Verse 1 - Emilio Rojas:] Cry first and laugh last Television was on, we never had dads And the city was flooded with mad crack Cause they experiment on minorities like we lab rats Priorities, it's fuck authority A man that can stand on his own and show maturity I ain't ever ask for a loan, I've been supportin' me Takin' cash from hoes like a sorority Oh yeah they comin' for your life Con Ed, I'm comin' for your light It's bonded, I'm livin' out of spite You ain't bleed then it wasn't worth the fight I'm givin' y'all bread and water, ah bread and water all they get And it ain't shakin' no hands, so fuck your politics This isn't makin' a [?], I burn a lot of bridges down Then I played in the ash like fuck a following All we ever wanted was good pussy and credit scores Their own cars is better than all our rentals are I'm sick of y'all, dudes switchin' and gettin' hot Like Bruce Jenner and menopause Ain't never told us detox the senators I say they sent us to detox the criminals So the minute that we pop his genitals Emilio ain't gon' ever fall, I told y'all [Verse 2 - Bodega Bamz:] Everybody pressin' charges, they ain't change where I'm from It's no game, even Ndamukong Suh Connect try to keep me out the loop It's canine proof, all my birds in the coop Niggas wanna see me in the cage (but why?) My lawyer gets surprised with the money I save (ching ching!) I'm low like Fetty Wap's left eye I coulda sworn I saw Left Eye in Best Buy Nike slippers, read the paper on the milk crates Sippin' Arizona, I got stripes like a Zebra Cake Believe me, fast money like a relay Shopped in SoHo when Prince Street had replays >D-day?<, I love my heritage And fuck the race, if you real you my relative Why so sensitive? The revolution will be tele-vized Excuse the grammar, I'm a ghetto kid My grandma still alive and all 11 kids Only my father made it, let's reminisce another time Bought a watch with these bars to kill time Sick in the head, now that's an ill mind Shine like a d-d-diamond [?] young I said one day I'd have a Lambo, not a Hyundai I kill for these stacks like Jimmy Caan Wait let a G win like the Padres Let a G win like Tony's last name Who played first base for San Diego Had to break it down Fuck the cops, we gotta triumph Fight for Freddie right now, it's about to be more riots They wanna kill the youth when they need more guidance With more violence you can only expect more defiance It's hard to be vocal when they shoot you up and choke you Die unexpected if the wrong one approach you Sharpton ain't doin' enough, where's all the leaders? Breakin' the same laws, we follow how they teach us I never seen a thug win a million with Regis Or a single mother from the ghetto either Fuck y'all [Interlude - Joell Ortiz:] It's a small island in the Caribbean that we be in Goes by the name of Puerto Rico [Verse 3 - Chris Rivers:] Nigga the champ is here, Cassius Clay in his prime The Mike Tyson, Bruce Lee, Stephen Hawking of rhymes Combined with Einstein's mind and then refined like it's wine I write divine lines, I fill my time by feelin' these dimes Fill my satisfaction with valid rappin' and Magnum clappin' Fact I haven't felt emotions that's potent since daddy's passin' I'm the Marilyn Manson of pattern relax in baths of acid I got True Religion jeans, if I kill you it's act of passion I'm a dragon rap admiral managing slapping your laterals Aptitude is ample to pass all the rap masters Who master it, cracking ribs like >clashing mandible????< Put you in the earth, what it's worth you can act natural The pragmatical mathematical rappin' cannibal Who ramp with animals, Bronx nigga that has an attitude You see my avenue is compatible with a battle room I never sold crack, just wrote dope lines to hand to you Package that, I got the Cadillac of flows Cataracs these hoes cause I'm soundin' like platinum gold You never see a ghost, that's what me and my dad was told So now I'm pickin' up the torch while these labels haggle my soul Y'all can suck the undercuts of my nuts while I take a shit Only spend nights, I don't gotta know what patience is All you niggas bitches, to exist you gotta take my rent Blow your fuckin' head off clean bro, save the witness [Verse 4 - Joell Ortiz:] Latino, I'm that and I'm proud If you don't know us, let me tell you about Niggas that slam their dominoes loud, let you see copy [?] cheek choffy Cherry coco, peña drip 'til your teeth sloppy Hustlers become connects when they need papis Nissan, Honda, Chevy on the back block Runnin' routes with the bow bow in the stash box When I speak it's chop yaow, I'm a New Yorican Calderon on the phone, I'm in [?] creepin' Y'all hangin' on resorts to just chill I'm in the casa, rios take a walk down the hill One way in, one way out, where y'all all could get killed Leave them niggas alone, that's how the officers feel Nigga, my people, beach, 98 gettin' our tan on Slippers walkin' on [?], hittin' the sand strong But plan wrong, it will transform Wet you then find a Jet Blue out to San Juan We don't look for parties, the party's wherever we go Turn the corner section to the 4th of Julio Too much to fit in one 16 So let me cook like the festival on 1/16 Mean, my career's been like one sick dream A nightmare, scary how I does this thing You ain't elite, I'm made of deep God thought he was stuntin' when he created me Rap's Bobby Fischer, nigga please take a seat I made you in three moves: ink, paper, beat Y'all keep playin', nigga, we play for keeps Stop claimin' to be what my eyes don't see though Every verse I spit, you get an 'ay dios mio' This time with my amigos, Latinos

The Edge of the Blade

MYSTIKAL "Tarantula"
[Intro:] [Mystikal] Man I got something to tell you I don't know how to explain it But I'm different (crazy) Naaaaa....aight I'm, I'm, I'm not like you I'm not like others It's like I've been here before [Verse 1] 504 is the domain I don't sang My rhyme go bang Nigga, ain't in the place get a flame and ya act like propane No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade) No cards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangs I'm givin you bitches something vicious Now I'm partin the pieces like porcelain dishes I'm dirty I get all the way down in the ground witch WHAT Memorize, take a picture, nigga write a book, I don't give a fuck I'm blended bile, ground rip up Darem here They down to give up Nigga you underneath, me out my entrance Off by inches I can count a hundred thousand pennies Help me center Look at that, look at that, look at that, get back I get that respect like that gatlin bitch whats happen I rip tracks and pop tables I'm so popular they just got the rock I spread Time I got a blunt what I said (Blade) I gets pride cus I'm from round where the crocodiles play (singing) gonna be none that I make em' say Aww give it to me don't be that way I'm tellin ya from cuttin ya tellin what the music I've been doin this shit I'm highly trained on how to use it Start checkin somebody bout the prospective Passes are selective maximum effectiveness Brain celftic Brown completic It just don't get no I'll perfect it Yall niggas couldn't pop a rubber band on my parade Choppin and slicin with the edge of the blade [Chorus:] The blade [x 24] [clip from movie] [Blade:] There are worse things out tonight than vampires [Girl:] Like what [Blade:] Like me [Verse 2] I turn a sucka into supper Got suffer Mighta hada enough Thats why I cus (come on fucker) I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired They can't hide from the pain cus the noise don't stop They don't stand a ghost of a chance but the try One side of my mind tell me to get the other say let em' ride Even when a couple of hundred years gone by They still gonna bite and I'm still gonna fly Yes....five fingers around their necks I'll run through your back and come out your chest You movin to fast you forgot to pace your self Aww shit here it comes nigga brace your self Oh my goodness Don't worry I'ma getcha no matter how I put it Imitates, I'm limit, tall limit, tell it (Blade) Let me finish hedgehog and answer fella You would if you could but you dont get up off And I'm the hand on tha hammer on the nail in the coffin I'm marchin to a different drummer At the head of the parade I'm the edge of the blade [Chorus x32]

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