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Maestro Fresh Wes lyrics - Built To Last

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(there's been just a slight delay folks they just had a little technical problem please be paitent. You know you're gonna see one of the best shows you've seen in a long long time. The Maestro will kick some butt here) Back in this kid Straight up and down Emcees gonna see a differnt type of light right about now son It's the Maes' baby [Chorus] Boo nigga the heat's on nigga Laugh a nigga up for something that he wasn't Yo yo From Galloway to Waterloo I slaughter troops Chicken's give me head while I'm puffin' a blunt Watchin' college hoops Y'all don't wanna scuffle That's like Micheal Johnson racin' Donovan Bailey You're faked to pull a muscle In a tussle, I'd take you Maes' is on some Rocky four rap draco shit (gotta break you) Fuck you and your fake crew I'm the deadliest verbal monster Like Prince, I'll purify your wife, and lay your man a Tonka The black Moses, I blessed you Mr. Maes', back to the rescue Got poetry to hoes and dress too I'm top gunnin' I'm over comin' My shit is so stunning, I can even make Craig G say (mmm, mmm, mmm. Ain't that somethin') Runnin' with the fly around, watch how the messiah shine My interscope goes deep as Jimmy Iovine You'd best beleive Even Lebanese chicks never leave Melodies'll breeze Beleeze to Tel Aviv nigga [Chorus] I'm screamin' on all you emcees Like Isrealites and white people You'd could never make a sequel to my joint Drop The Needle Backbone, even if you're smokin' crack stone Mixed with cheeba You'd never win, G You'd better stay down to earth like them twins be I'm warinin' ya, you've never seen such a champion The only emcee on a national anthem (tell 'em son) From Brampton to the Hamptons Teeny-boopers love me like them young kids to Hanson The brother with the phattest beats From here to Anthens, Greece I go to church and still run up in the pastor's niece It's sicknin', I'm tellin' you friend Even Prime Minister Chretian knows I'm tres bein [Chorus]

Liquid Swords

Genius "Liquid Swords"
Intro One: (not included on 7 ) When I was little... my father was famous. He was the greatest sam-urai in the empire; and he was the Shogun's decapitator. He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords. It was a bad time for the empire. The Shogun just stayed inside his castle -- and he never came out. People said his brain was infected by DEVILS. My father would come home -- he would forget about the killings. He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him. Maybe that was the problem. Then, one night... the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. They were supposed to kill my father... but they didn't. *woman screams* That was the night everything changed *voice fades* Intro Two: RZA See, sometimes... You gotta flash em back See niggaz don't know where this shit started Y'all know where it came from I'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to the source We bounce, yo Chorus: RZA, GZA When the MC's came, to live our their name And to perform (forrrrm) Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne) with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone that the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn) with the building to be born Yo RZA flip the track with the what to gut Check em check chicka icka etta UHH Verse One: Fake niggaz get flipped In mic fights I swing swords and cut clown Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe on some wild out shit, to insert a fiend But it was yo out the shop stolen art Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt That's minimum, and feminine like sandals My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble Energy is felt once the cards are dealt With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon I represent from midnight to high noon I don't waste ink, nigga I think I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted Turn that shit up, my Clan in Da Front want it Chorus Verse Two: I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible But when I swing my swords they all choppable I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper Child educator, plus head amputator Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers Don't even stop in my station and attack while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak What the fuck for? Down by low, I make law I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four round the clock, that state pen time check it With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells (when the MC's..) Now come aboard, it's Medina bound Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin Chorus

We Got It Like That

Casual "Fear Itself"
Once upon John thinking on this MC's just don't know That the best will never contest my flow Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya And watch you stumble as I kicks it I blow ya, away Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my shit to try and get props But no, they got butt flow What bro Can handle the pressure from my gut blow I appear as a foundation, laced in your face That there will be no replacin So trace your tracks or face the mack Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back Word I got it like that, so if you strike back Steal, or don't say shit I play with brains Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged We became the fly macks It's like that, cuz we got it like that (8X) What a little way to express the anger Ya done pressed the stranger, danger Might change a wrong to right Yet a song I write will shed new light as you fight And fuss with us so we must discuss Busting your brain right open And you strain I'm hoping Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion Was not potent enough to fade the master yet Since you have no kryptonite, I get to rip the mic I flip like side B, hit a comp wield and tear apart we'll be-havin babboon They'll be cravin the tunes Sooner than the Sun Times on a new day But who they, I got a bobby pin, so I can rob you men And be driver, of how I come, with my gum slander, and demand a man to think Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate the theories and when they hear these the fear beez tremendous, but I won't amend this, endless time is spent to rhyme, when I'm lit Get a creative urge, then I sit And muster clusters of creation we placed in your face when I bust you It's like that, cuz we got it like that (16X)

Gonna Write A Letter

WAYLON JENNINGS "Black On Black"
I'm gonna write a letter, gonna mail it today Just as soon as I think of the words to say I've been needing to send it for nearly a year There's a woman back home who's waiting to hear I meant to tell you, dear Susannah I'm a long way from Louisiana and you And I know I promised to be returning Just as soon as I've saved the money I'm earning for you But I'm married to twins and I'm living in Peru Well, I'm gonna write a letter Get it off my mind But you know the words Are so hard to find Sitting, thinking with my pen in my hand How can I make her understand? I meant to tell you, dear Julia I'm a long way from the States, mosquitoes and you I'll send some money to help with the kids I'd like to thank you for all that you did It's true Louisiana, and I'm with Susannah, too Got me a letter, it arrived today The words I read just blew me away I don't believe I've ever felt so low How could Susannah treat me so? She said, I meant to tell you, my sweet honey I'm a long way from your love, your money and you Please don't think me under And I do believe you'll understand me too I got a bar and grill with Phil in Kalamazoo

Watcha Come Around Here *

Flipmode Squad
Verse 1: Spliff Star Yeah Heh A Flipmode y'all (x4) Hah Heh Hahahaha Yo Yo, Uh I spits rhymes for thug cats Neighborhood drug rats Hardcore Keep it raw What Niggaz love that Stack the greenbacks And stay steady with the weed sack Spliff Star one of the famous foreigners From East Flat-Bush Fire arms till you no longer breather black Make it hot Standin on the corner wit the G-Pack Look at me Lampin in defiance wit my seats back Got the game to fuck wit ?Jane? where you and her sleep at Verse 2: Rah Digga Lyrically inclined And inclined to get lyrical Checkin for residuals Rhymin be the ritual Ill individual Bad habitat Watch my voice battle cats While i'm spittin battle raps On the high horse And i keep my saddle strapped You'd be headin up the river like 'where the paddle at?' Got a rhyme overload Rah Digga always front ya Leavin niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture Chorus: Got niggaz from the hood Thinkin shit all good I'm askin all y'all WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!! Got niggaz outta town Tryin to come and be down I'm askin all y'all WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!! Got niggaz online Think they fuckin wit mine I'm askin all y'all WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!! I'm askin all y'all WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!! I'm askin all y'all WATCHA COME AROUND HERE FO!!! Verse 3: Baby Sham It makes alot of sense When you see Sham in black Benz With high friends Pull up the club wit dark tints Never jump out Thats why they lookin dead in my mouth They must have doubts Like who the stars wit no lookouts You'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse I shall leave you wit dat BIB from QB Boys In Black And foul attitudes to match Verse 4: Busta Rhymes Yo Now who you be god I be the soul controller I burst gas like the fizz outta your Coca Cola Live shit like the energy of solar With thug niggaz wit names like Bullet Head and Cobra Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock Bear skin furs like Australian polar Hang up on whack bitches who call the Motorolla And smack faggots like you don't make me have ta show ya Chorus Verse 5: Rampage Ramp i'm not talkin son I'm comin out clappin All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y'all niggaz actin Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen I'm rippin down shit while y'all other niggaz slackin Money cats is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin Them grimy niggaz rollin with me Them niggaz packin Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your back and 8 bullets total in all I'm street trackin Verse 6: Rocky Marciano 2 for my block like 10 in the mornin Squish your organs like Swiss scheese whippin the arm And flava blaze I play the corner Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura Mauziano I'm like a silver Tzar holdin golden Metal dough I hold my arm swollen On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they seein Moses Fiendin for flows I pose to split you open Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin boots Chorus Verse 7: Lord Have Mercy The earth is the globe Where I work my magic like Merlin unfold Surface enclosure Life worthless no goals Perfect controls Like Ayatola's turbans and robes From the counties of kings Bails, bounties, pissie lobbies 50 armies Probably bring hell on this earth Legend of dirt Smash ghettos General's turf Menace incredible work Land Lord blaze him and gave him the dirt Hah Chorus

Bionic

Defari "Focused Daily"
Lock shit down - Raekwon Verse 1: Six million is what it cost them To put back together that cat Steve Austin Now Defari gets Bionic Over 6 million tracks with 10 million topics I'm fiber optic crystal clear with my projection Wack MCs get cloths lined when they walk across my intersection They need protection Some guidance some right direction A job center with with an application for a new profession Never settle for nothing' less I blaze contests And set shops for pay days In strange ways life twists and turn Word to Gangstarr in this business skrilla Hard To Earn I format attack new knack technique Speak with a passion on wax and tape and CD Mad niggas front for paper And switch like a bitch in and out like a cross fader All I know is how to rock shit They say the hotter the MC the hotter the spot get Lock shit down Hook: It's the coming Of the bionic Defari here to Lock shit down (x3) Verse 2: See I got books of lyrics on deck like Tash Pocket full of cash ready to bounce rollin' slash Seater and hash Pro Tour in the Masters Grab the mic flex my wrists and hit like Sampres Handle this Make you believe like an evangelist (what?) That real MCs are coming to reclaim Los Angeles And heres are standing chance To finally get my time to shine In the golden state like Sprewell out the hatch Lock lock This heat is hot it make me lock like astronaut Like Heru said that shit for my people when we blow spots Pause Freeze My steez rolls like Es, V12s, trees and seven seas If you didn't know champ Defari Heru is a Lowland brother From the Likwit camp Hook Verse 3: Wack MCs get damaged like civil eyes to savage Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds these niggas need bandages They can't handle this Los Angeles Relentless pressure Full court measure for measure I'm like Piteno a game plan Gambino Where every verse starts with defense first like a casino Every minute every hour I use brain power For Mr. Space Shuttle Challenger I devour A Tower like Eiffel Bust off verses like rifles Bust all bullets through flesh unless you're wearing a vest And even then I still enter The human form of a splinter The summer fall spring winter Lock lock Likwit crew member Champion contender Holy like the month of December The raw prototype member Hook

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