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MC Ren lyrics - Kizz My Black Azz

Final Frontier

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Hey, hey Ren, hey check this out loc hey man I've been hearing a gang of niggas talking a whole lot of unnecessary bullshit man, what if one of 'em trick ass niggas come at you the wrong way loc'? [MC Ren] I'll beat a niggaz ass on the trick just for the hell of it there the motherfuckin piece of pussy there's no tell of it I don't give a damn I'll beat a nigga like he's stole somethin' and then I'll let the motherfucker know where Ren is comin from I'm from Compton everybody's on the wagon I'm looking for niggaz that's thinkin' that they're the shit, that's who I'm taggin' Never asking questions I just go right in and do it And if you're thinkin that you can fuck with Ren you bitch already blew it Like I said before, fools want up in my shoes But after fuckin with me they're givin' up rap, and they're singin' the blues Me and DJ Train dropping bombs like a P2 So you should get the picture or if not, you get a preview That we don't take no shit Cause MC Ren ain't a nigga that you wanna try and fuck with Kick a little ass in my spare time to keep myself occupied when I'm not bustin' up a rhyme Writin that shit that ya love to hear cause MC Ren is the final frontier Chorus (Black guy) Who is it? (White guy) The black nigga that they call Ren (Black guy) Who is it? (White guy) The black nigga that they call Ren (Black guy) Who is it? (White guy) The black nigga that they call Ren (MC Ren) Ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a Mack 10 [MC Ren] Now throw your hands in the air and let me see ya slap a hoe Start the violence goin on through an MC Ren show I don't give a fuck if niggaz is fightin in the crowd I only got one concern, that's my vocals pumpin loud I'm standing on the stage I got my niggaz to my right I bust a couple of verses then jump in the crowd and get with the fight I hit a nigga off in the head with a chair The reason for that, the motherfucker he was standin there Then DJ Train will grab the gauge - just in case a motherfucker talks shit; he'll be the victim on the front page He's on his way to the morgue - to kick it with the rest of them motherfuckers that I gave free room and board So when ya at my show Let me see ya throw your hands up in the air and slap a hoe Cause that's the only noise I wanna hear cause MC Ren is the final frontier Chorus 2X [MC Ren] The final frontier makes an average nigga wonder why they do a couple of records and then they go up under Try to copy Ren but Ren just can't be duplicated Motherfuckers makin pussy shit so I come in and fade it Slap the niggaz like bitches if they have to talk back Put my foot so deep in their ass they have a hole and not a crack The shit just makes a nigga laugh, cause niggaz be comin up to me Askin me why did I leave size 10 Nike in that ass I tell 'em I had to do it was part of the plan to try to stop the fools jacking off by the hand Putting wack records in the make by usin R B fuckin singers in the god damn breaks Try to go commercial but they started out street That's reason why they're still drivin their two feet Thinkin they can diss Ren's flow, but singin and dancin don't go with the format that I be usin in my show It's just hardcore niggaz actin crazy on the stage wearing gangsta clothes yo and spittin on the hoes Doin' that shit that ya love to hear cause MC Ren is the final frontier Chorus 2X

Hustler

AZ "Aziatic"
feat. El Shaber [AZ] Yeah.. this is it right here.. this defines me.. Turn my mic up.. let's do it, let's do it.. Spirit of Marcus Garvey, Farad Muhammad Medgar Evars and Bob Marley, I'm God-Body The scripture says Allah's inside me, show love I was hugged by the arms of Gandhi, gave me my strength You could tell somebody raised me with sense We all need somethin to help us through our daily events Bear with me; the toughest niggaz tear quickly No lie - pops still cry and he near fifty - freedom or death I give niggaz a reason to sweat, there's no test Verbally it's like I'm seen as the best, who wanna try me? (Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah.. I'm back!) [AZ] Sent to express grace Seperate the weaker niggaz is the best way, fuck how y'all feel Y'all cowards now fuckin with real I return like McGrady got caught with a pill, let's get it poppin I move like a nigga coppin I know the stress from the streets when I was diddy-boppin Playin the corners face to face with the faces of mourners It's hard to trace the informers until it's too late, Jake (?) The focus is back, I play a part in this culture of rap Bought some whips so I relate on how these vultures attack Flippin and runnin, double-park, rippin up summons How many niggaz hittin twin sisters and flippin they cousins? Call it finesse, the game give it all I posess Nothin changed, I'ma ball to the death (Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah.. I'm back!) [El Shaber] Yeah, that's right Show these cats how we do this here nigga I'm like a, rose in the desert but how can one grow without rain? How can one experience happiness without pain? And how could I fall to the violence of hell and still remain sane? And how could I still remain on top of my game? When both the black and white devils seek the power to rebel Seek to defy my radiance, I shift gears to another level I'm focused, but it's like I'm playin a cold hand of spades I got a lot of hearts, but these fools tryin to cut me and I'm tired of these jokers Vengeance is mine, I plague the whole planet with locusts I survived the mayhem, my advantage I've been the brokest I wasn't drugged and inhaled by all the smokers Then I became the love absorbed by all the cultures I can't trust women because my heart was scorned It's hard to trust yo' comrades, when yo' heart was torn One-nine-seven-oh the God was born.. (Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah.. I'm back!)

Paradise

AZ "Aziatic"
feat. El Shaber [AZ] Yeah.. this is it right here.. this defines me.. Turn my mic up.. let's do it, let's do it.. Spirit of Marcus Garvey, Farad Muhammad Medgar Evars and Bob Marley, I'm God-Body The scripture says Allah's inside me, show love I was hugged by the arms of Gandhi, gave me my strength You could tell somebody raised me with sense We all need somethin to help us through our daily events Bear with me; the toughest niggaz tear quickly No lie - pops still cry and he near fifty - freedom or death I give niggaz a reason to sweat, there's no test Verbally it's like I'm seen as the best, who wanna try me? (Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah.. I'm back!) [AZ] Sent to express grace Seperate the weaker niggaz is the best way, fuck how y'all feel Y'all cowards now fuckin with real I return like McGrady got caught with a pill, let's get it poppin I move like a nigga coppin I know the stress from the streets when I was diddy-boppin Playin the corners face to face with the faces of mourners It's hard to trace the informers until it's too late, Jake (?) The focus is back, I play a part in this culture of rap Bought some whips so I relate on how these vultures attack Flippin and runnin, double-park, rippin up summons How many niggaz hittin twin sisters and flippin they cousins? Call it finesse, the game give it all I posess Nothin changed, I'ma ball to the death (Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah.. I'm back!) [El Shaber] Yeah, that's right Show these cats how we do this here nigga I'm like a, rose in the desert but how can one grow without rain? How can one experience happiness without pain? And how could I fall to the violence of hell and still remain sane? And how could I still remain on top of my game? When both the black and white devils seek the power to rebel Seek to defy my radiance, I shift gears to another level I'm focused, but it's like I'm playin a cold hand of spades I got a lot of hearts, but these fools tryin to cut me and I'm tired of these jokers Vengeance is mine, I plague the whole planet with locusts I survived the mayhem, my advantage I've been the brokest I wasn't drugged and inhaled by all the smokers Then I became the love absorbed by all the cultures I can't trust women because my heart was scorned It's hard to trust yo' comrades, when yo' heart was torn One-nine-seven-oh the God was born.. (Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah.. I'm back!)

And You Don't Stop

WU-TANG CLAN "Iron Flag"
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin' Def Jam, knowumsayin' Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin' Bacon Lot, knowumsayin' I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head I feel assurin' durin', also glad Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it Yes it is me, a total fresh MC Yo, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your ass feel Other MC's, you are bound to fall Cuz your real world is not a world at all [1] [Street] Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin' Techique too deadly Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in [Masta Killa] Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene These cats over here got glock holdin' him down These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my Agent high told best friend of the wine [Method Man] Still drunk offa cheap wine Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind Can you dig it Only five percent live it While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it Now fuck around [Repeat 1] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Down wit the All In Together Now Crew The GZA, the RZA, me of course too The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop That's what's made, well made is on my workshop You was unable plus earn advance Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics I became a wrecker through my amplifier Break it down base, treble through my dancer That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music It's not classic, arabic, or basic It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly If not don't you pick me and forget me [Repeat 1]

Beneath The Howling Stars

CRADLE OF FILTH "Cruelty And The Beast"
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice Watches the sun set pyres alight As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge From sleighs hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell Her face She will outblind them all That heavenly bodies would fall from grace To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always Cruel... For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence... Damnation under Gods seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The wench Her tower tombed Tending to Her costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle askewed She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss This evisceratrix Descended to the ball With painted blood upon Her lips Passing like a comet so white As to eclipse The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air Even Death paled to compare To the taint of Her splendour So rare and engendered 'Pon the awed throng gathered There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre Men entranced divined from Her gait That this angel stepped from a pedestal Had won remission from fate By alighting to darker spheres Delighting in held sway For She was not unlike the Goddess To whom the wolves bayed Whilst envy glanced daggers From court maidens, arboured Who whispered in sects Of suspicions abroad That Elizabeth bewitched See how even now the whore casts Her spells upon the Black Count Whom Her reddened lips hold fast Tongue unto tongue Swept on tides without care For the harpies who rallied Their maledict glares A halo of ravens tousled Her hair Chandeliers a tiara For passions ensnared Phantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore a way Through the sea of foreplay Lovers at first bite She an Eve tempted to lay Gasping at rafters Flesh pressed in ballet But caprice, honours leashed She absconded the feast To prowl wonderland Beasts in hand from the Keep Of Feudal dilemma Well mantled in furs Through cullis to watch Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night Unholy night Winds lashed their limbs together As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes To excite the bleak advance From castle bowers Wherein small hours The Devil never came by chance A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh Sent lusts nova as hooves trod Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet Were flung to a wayward god Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge Earshot of a hunched beldame Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please Such elderly loins enflamed? To this He feigned a grim disdain Playing to Her slayful eye But the hag replied... This girl that chides Will soon be as plagued with age as I Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath For Elizabeth's grace could raise A flag of truce in burning heaven Or the dead from early graves Yet still She seethed This proud Snow Queen Embittered with the cursed retort And because He sought Her loves onslaught He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed Littered with aphrodisiacs To tease dynastic union And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth Free reigned, now a Countess Outwielded and outwore Her title like a favoured dress Whilst Her errant Lord Whose seasons savoured war Stormed black to fell the infidel Her embers, tempered, roared.

Desperado Outlaws

C Bo "Til' My Casket Drops"
Ballin in a 600SL drop top with the fat V12 Money hella long smoke blunts not a bong Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong I be deadly as The Predator My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya and behead ya Pistol wieghs a tonne bullets come like a guillotine Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene Like morphine and heroin I'm the shit Every dope fiend needs a hit Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks I'm the neighbourhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg and Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro padded, fully automatic decrease the statics Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it Chorus: Desperado outlaws thru the dirt Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat *repeat* Murder, murder, kill, kill California's the state where most caps get peeled back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher Three strike law got us livin under pressure Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9 Got his back smokin, crack that ass open Bullet holes the size of a token Got his ass chokin on piss and blood Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh Life or death, a .4-5 Smith Wess I had that nappy-headed ass stretched If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy and they won't stop til you're pushin up daisies, uhh Chorus Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on .4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman Bates, no trace, no murder case Innocent like OJ House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don't bend Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies Chorus

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