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Kurious lyrics - A Constipated Monkey

Uptown Shit

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Spell it with a J and not with a G (8X) [Kurious] Time's up WHAT? Trey push me back on the rhyme tip to flip use a nine and a clip Release date fate's in my hands not yours BEATNUT TRACKS shakes ya drawers Holdin back the rhymin time is of the essence Single file line participate the presence of the Puerto Rican humble never over exert Half Cuban type brotha got styles, jerk! Reclining on the scene, do it with ease Don't like tools, cool like the breeze Funky mic holder never was a Casanova Pulled her over told her, baby I'm much older so Come and talk to me I only wanna, check, you girl I don't wanna, know your name Kickin the style Kadi wassup? (Stop, that shit is lame!) YES, YES JORGE! -- What? Fuck it get right Puttin fuel in the torch, with a style that ignite All ducks to the left when I'm pitchin my tent Spanish speakers -- REPRESENT! Chorus: Kurious and Beatnuts [all] YES, YES JORGE! Gotta give em what they want [all] YES, YES JORGE! [Les] A rhyme to what, to make em jump! [all] YES, YES JORGE! [Kur] Yo, you talkin to me? Spell it with a J, and not with a G (repeat 2X) [Kurious] I do the dip dip dive, so so socialize Bang, your buddha highs puts the smoke in my eyes Malt liquor got me trapped, my rap is controversial Might drink the brew, but won't do no commercial Rehearsal is top speed, comin in at a higher rate Took care of my pupils, now it's time for my pockets to dilate -- drink mad fluid with the crooks When I drop tabs like ads in the Billboard books I'm seein right through ya, YEAH Bout time you hit the door -- glad I knew ya In other words, Herb, slide to the side Hey Mary if you're down to J. then I o-Blige NO TRICKIN -- business got my head in the Yo! (Yo Jorge I seen your video) Pssh, whattup bro? Understand the style when it's time to freak the funk All I got is critics in my ear that's poppin junk Just like Levi's, you need to ZIP your lip up rhymes when it's time to flip Hit it up quick - like a ball and a bat Til it's time to slide, LIKE THAT Chorus Spell it with a J... and not with a G (4X) [Kurious] You say, OK, you spell it with a J, Kurious you're kinda cool, tell me what you're tryin to say I had you Walkin Like a Duck, slow and steady now I'm ready to make you Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom, Shake your Rump like Teddy YES, YES JORGE -- WHAAAAH! Hearin the yells The two fly magicians, castin mad spells Kids buggin, bodies in wells Prefer to lay back, twist caps and spark L's ? crew, hardhead style, never quittin You ask the question why the country western shit is hittin Secret lies within the stringes of the uke-lele then I sail these serpent seas to Cuba and parley Chill, max, smoke a cigar You need to Walk Like a.. yeah, you know who you are Pack my bags, now I'm out to St. Croix Cool latin brother could never be a pretty boy Girls still be frontin (why?) don't even ask it I still get head, like a guillotine basket you bastard -- just kiddin, jokes is what I'm written My ? ? -- DON'T DRIVE DRUNK -- I'm skiddin Back on track, chill around the way Kurious signin off, spell it with a J Chorus Spell it with a J, and not with a G (2X) Spell it with a J, and not with a G .. Spell it with a J, and not with a G .. and not with a G Spell it with a J.. and not with a G Spell it with a J.. and not with a G

Get Away

Kry
Before I come crashing down I need to find a place to rest Come aside for awhile Like I did before It's been ages Since I took the time Just to be with you And I need to... Chorus: Get away...get away...get away I need to get away now And gather my thoughts now I need to get away...get away...get away I need to get away now And pour out my heart now Yeah It's time that I slow down So I can catch my second breath By your side for awhile 'Cause that's where I belong I need to spend some time away In Your presence once again I need to... (Chorus) The minute I get away It's gonna be alright yeah! Nothing else can replace When You and me spend time There's no way I'm gonna wait No, I'm gonna leave right now Find a quiet place in the shade Where you and me can talk I, I've got get away I've got to get away now (Chorus) So I can be close to You... So I can be close to You... You've Got Everything O when I think about The universe is Yours My mind starts trippin' out That I mean so much to You And I don't know why 'Cause You've got everything Last night the stars were out Reminded me of You I sat there spacin' out That You made me too And I don't know why 'Cause You've got everything So why would ever need anything? Chorus: (I got) You... You've got everything I mean everything So why would I ever doubt You? When I look at You You've got everything More than words can say Much more than I ever dreamed about Everything... I finally figured out Writing out this tune That money, homes and motor cars Are nothing without You You gave Your life Yes, You gave everything So why would I ever need anything? (I got) You... You've got everything I mean everything So why would I ever doubt You? When I look at You You've got everything More than words can say Much more than I ever dreamed about Everything... You got everything I need You, You've got everything You... You've got everything I mean everything So why would I ever doubt You? When I look at You You've got everything More than words can say Much more than I ever dreamed about (Chorus) When I look at You You've got everything Everything everything Everything I need yeah... Yeah... Isaiah 52:7 Isaiah 52:7 NKJV How beautiful upon the mountains Are the feet of Him who brings good news Who proclaims peace Who brings glad tidings of good things Who proclaims salvation Who says to Zion Your God reigns .

Barcelona

Paperboys
[Kapricon] On ma way out from hitting this honey from last night/ I had to blast right/ coz she was looking nasty in the sunlight/ Cruising down centrum/ in an aftermath tantrum/ I got interrupted by this hun/ And looking pretty good at that/ she had a letter for Kap/ it said ma man Critical was chilling south of Spain/ Sowing his oats/ with a lady, and even her name was underlined in the note,/ so that means he handeled it fine, don't you know/ I had to find him though/ I call up Vinnie on the phone, he like [Vinni] What you doing in the snow, bro?/ [Kapricon] I don't know man, but where you at? [Vinni] Barcelona/, in the zone/ like I finally found a home for this stoner/, trader all my kroner,/ it's all about pesetas and coronas/ this bar, I'm the motherfucking owner./ Made it out the coma/ played like I said, now I'm gone, bro/ a lot of pretty ladies on my boner. Went from halph-ass/ to a class-act/ weedaroma [Kapricon] Pass that!/ [Vinni] Baby got my feet upon her ass-crack/ Yo you gonna love it while it lasts, Kap/ sending you a ticket that's that/ we can kick it, [Kapricon] That's fat! Chorus: [Kapricon & Vinni] I'm leaving, where are you gonna go? Barcelona, anywhere it don't snow Feel the sun glow, ladies looking like they're models from a video, Let them know we're drunk! Let's go! x 2 [Kapricon] So now I'm in Barcelona/, a loner looking for a bar owner/ but I forgot to bring my fucking note, bro/ so I'm sitting in somewhere sipping my corona,/ thinking I'm a goner/ and goddammit I'm so fucked, and all I can remember is the name of the bar you opened up/ Babylon or something, right? [Vinni] yep! close it up [Kapricon] I hire me a moped and goes for it/ I can't wait to hit the ocean and order a cold beer/ [Vinni] Cool, now see the road there?/ [Kapricon] Yeah? [Vinni] Cool! Now, see that road there? [Kapricon] Yeah? [Vinni] Yo follow three blocks, make a left, go straight through the old square/ next turn, church on the left, you should go there/, Beach's just below the stairs/ and it's nice through the whole year/ You should see what the hoes wear/ water's so clear/, so nice it ain't fair/ Yo but listen here/ stay for some food and a J/, I'll come too, just let me give the keys to Josè! Chorus: [Vinni og Kapricon] I'm dreaming, yeah I know it's nice man Barcelona, Holla at the Iceman Check the price man, That's how it's down there, fly all year ,you wanna get a beer? Let's go! x 2 [Kapricon] Vinni guess what? I've got the letter, I had it all along, I forgot I had it in my sack full of draws! [Vinni] Man you're slacking dog! [Kapricon] Tell me something I don't know [Vinni] He's getting married [Kapricon] What, let me se what he wrote [Critical] Dear Kappa I guess it's been about a year now since we met each other/ well, spoken to one another/ damn brother man I miss you./ Still living in snow/ with thirty below?/ Heard that you weren't slurping no more/ you're AA, funny, but how is you?/ Oh guess what, by the way/ I met this other dame/ at the airport in Spain, I'm getting married brother man/ to this tall, dark skinned, half black, half latino, modelling chica/ my baby celina/ wait till you meet her,/ but me? I quit work and started school so mama's happy/ I'm studying anatomy at the academy of New Guinea/ funny, huh? But Vinni, how's he?/ I heard he moved to Barcelona/ sipping Coronas,/ still living by the sea,/ splendid. Nothing but love for him you show him/ tell him to give my TV back but you know him/ at those things/ Oh yeah and one more ting to top it off, I'm having a baby due in June/ And I'm naming him after you, kind of cool, huh?/ And I gonna send you an invitation too/ so Love to my people, man, woman, ain't no difference/ Critical signing off, peace *smask* hugs and kisses/ PS I'm gonna get to my mistress…/ Chorus: [Vinni og Kapricon] I'm dreaming, Critical's getting married He's a goner, It's cool, we're all happy Sure, 'bout to be a daddy, its a white wedding day Yo Kap, get your tux, bottoms up Let's go x 2

Divine Inspiration

John Reuben
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girlies From Upper-class America to minimum-wage employees Wherever you are, wherever you're at From Columbus Ohio to your point on the map It's that kid John Reuben, mic checkin' one, two'n MCs get the boot when they claim to be the shoe in nothing new Everybody wanna be a superstar MC As for me, I find better things in which to place my energy Diverse family, we up and at 'em full fashion Been locked up in the lab mixin up this contraption Smackin the mic with verbs and nouns of life I utilize my time right to hold it down and keep it tight And then decipher that I step through Yeshua equals life so I don't separate the two True peace 'n joy, more love to the connector Illuminate your town as we hit your sector Everywhere we rock, everywhere we go Every type of thought, every type of show We got divine inspiration, we got divine inspiration Well, let me come into the track, yes ya'll Bring it on back, yes ya'll One time for the mental piece release Mos def John Reuben will decrease Christ increased inspired lyrics hit your soul direct blow How we communicate graf DJ and break Take a minute, now listen and dissect the intuition More than ear candy but yo, I dwell in submission to Heavenly powers, hours on end I spend Lookin for creative combinations to blend Now that's a good combination, that's a good combination Chorus In the place to be bringin it out like... Like dots, I connect my rhymes to the spot Warp speed like I'm trekky, to bang heads of block To rock, to petrify, combust with mad rush More cool than that J to bring that cold crush Transcend, runnin through this whole scheme Seen with raps, stay fresh, more ultra to the V I'm clutching microphones and roamin thru them zones And melodies I release serk ambassadors and vocal tones Shooting missiles from the lab, I contract, bust verbal raps Ripping, torn thru, and spilling into laps, douse lyricals with divine divinity To rise above the normal mediocre plain MC Let me introduce cause I feel I'm rev'd and heated In a state of mass destruct MCs like they never existed Seein stars, like I'm spangle in your banner Christian manner, b-boy for Christ, roaring like I'm Judah Chorus

Sincerity

MARY J BLIGE
DMX rap: Now there's two ways we can do this Keep it real or front I know you got what I need and I got what you want And the hunt for soulmates is all over for us We could go away where nobody would know it was us Leave behind all the fuss, the studios, the pictures No autographs, just laughs when I'm wit ya I know what it's like when they know you now But bark at your dog baby, and I'll hold you down Time and time and time again I knew that our love had to end But now it's gone so very far That I can make a brand new start I thought that we were meant to be Be one big family But I was weak and loved you still No matter what you did, I could forgive Chorus: All I need is sincerity All I need is sincerity Thinking 'bout you all the time Never seemed to cross my mind How you could take the time to kill Everything our love had built I never knew how you could hide Everytime you told a lie But now I know why you're so cold But I don't understand Now that you set me free I truly think that we Could find love separately I need sincerity One thing, I'm not as weak I'll always stand alone But my mind is not made of stone So I'll go on Chorus: All I need is sincerity All I need is sincerity Nas rap: Chipped tooth Don Nasty, blue ice timbs on Screw it face, half moon part, my tattoos dark On a scale of tough criminals, nothin' to call me I'm a rare individual, young and I'm bossy Guess it come from a rough life, cuffed at night Lettin' off hot lead that bust from iron pipes I'm the type that have to shed blood Pray to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped I'm still wit my hood, Hollow Point still in the glock But I've been shitted on by these high class hoes Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just gettin' on So I turned cold, givin 'em hard dick and straight to the hole Like Rod Strickland, it was takin' it's toll I needed someone I could hold in my darkest hours A strong couple is a blessing and the heart is the power Give me someone I could trust, not just a hotty to bone Does she love Escobar, or love Nasir Jones? Let me know so I could cop her the stones What's clear to me, it's sincerity Somebody I could call my own, yeah All I need is sincerity

Braggin' Writes

J Live "Apokalipse"
* this song also appears on Haze Presents DJ Premier's Reality Check For underground metaphors You can scrape an inch below the turf for what it's worth My style's been developed in the core of the Earth The exhale's volcanic the inhale is seismic So brothers just panic when he Live one arrives with The natural ability to run through your crew From 2 1 4 to 2 1 3 to 2 1 2 In other words from Dallas to L.A., to the place where J stay Everyday is mayday So you can talk your trash on how you're wettin MC's with mad blood stains but I'll bet you can't stand the rain I look upon your brain with disdain Go back and reflect on my endeavors black I can't complain It's like a raw deal, consistant with the way I make you feel The ends stay revealed while the means I conceal And those who try to steal get decapitated You wanna snatch my H2O type flow, but it evaporated I displays my credentials over instrumentals And my potential, increases at a rate that's exponential It's detremental questionin my thesis The penetration's exact, like amniocentesis I rip your rhyme to pieces after drainin out your fluid My vocab is fluent yours is evident of being truant I know you wanna make moves but son you best to take a second look Before my knight takes your rook Chorus: Cause everybody's rappin, and only few can flow So why the hell they tryin to deal with Live I don't know I handle true MC's on their block or at their show So if you come with bull kid, keep it on the low Cause yo, I got the hairsplittin, self-written unbitten style that leaves the competition running scared and shakin in their pants You best to set it off cause black it aint no second chance once I'm open, all you doin is hopin that the Live one will put the mic down, but son don't try to snatch it after The laughter won't cease from the comparison, how dare you son Step around the booth when I'm on The microphone magician says poof, you're gone with the wind There's no trace of your friends cause you don't know where the beginning ends or where the end begins But you see that's the difference, you get sold, I get paid Black I told you, get paid If you're broke I'll have to rain on your parade You belong in Special Ed if you think you Got It Made J-Live with the mic is like the chef with the blade Cause suckers get sliced and sauteed Yeah, you thought your joint was fly but the flight was delayed because Chorus: repeat 2X Cause yo, I take the grey matter of pretenders through my mental blender, and then return to sender My pen don't pretend to offend I intend to render MC's, hangin loose like a fender bender I recommend regardless of your gender That you strike messin with J-Live from your agenda And remember that whoever lends a helpin hand to defend ya Will get burned to a cinder As I end the, reign of wack MC's with their suicidal tendencies Renderin me sick, with the thoughts of killin enemies But then I return to reality Metaphorically murderin MC's when they battle me You can't rattle me I'm not your average snake slitherin through the grass I surpass the serpent as I head to class You consider me crass as I wax that ass; style's no joke but you best belive I gets the last laugh

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