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MICK JENKINS lyrics - FreeNation Presents, The Pursuit of HappyNess. The Story of MickalasCage. fool...

Happy Thoughts

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[Yawns] We're gonna do something a little different here for ya folks Free... [Clears throat, sniffles] It's gonna be really groovy, man Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Chiefin' on leafy greens and thinkin' just like LeBron The 4th quarter's up on us, I'm hopin' we finish strong Prop and Chris do too much I'm just hopin' we finish song Niggas be smokin' with' us and hopin' to finish bongs The quotes is what's really potent, the focus is on what's wrong The message is in yo' mind, I'm hopin' you sing along I know you gone listen close, I just hope that you see the prob Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Still feelin' peachy kings save this peach drink, they be divine Calypso it be the bomb, tell 'em about it Mick HappyNess is for the free, you can tell 'em about the clique How we tell 'em about our hearts, or we tell 'em about a brick Gotta break it down for these niggas then sell it out on the strip Off the strength We isn't whack And they feelin' a couple tracks And I'm movin' like Nicky Bond so I'm flipin' a couple packs, of this brick Music you hearin' I'm chillin' with all my niggas New Amsterdam in my Sprite I'm happy without that life A master plan in my sights Keep it tight When I right, fool And keep that Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Free I told you it was gonna be groovy man

One Life One Love

Hieroglyphics "3rd Eye Vision"
[Del] Del meister bout to heist the hijacking come back Listen to this peep it The transfixer reprimand your bland fixtures Replenishing with my menacing sentencing Up inside this oblige with guidance From the funk expanding verb triton I glance upon the multitudes of weak and seek To organization concentration camps so they can get lobotimized Fuck so bad you feel sodomized Time for words to be colonized To keep regards tall in size Erecting the best things in life My flows composed of foe-sas My enemies cheese in my face and embrace my palm I hella spurn, but my face is calm Keeping the hip-hop scene vibrant I come alive with good tide, it's fine, and MC's silent Milestones in Hiero history Led you wishin' we was never released, at least Even if our demo tapes add to the myth of Hiero's gifts Those that don't agree is just pleading the Fifth Proceeding to enscript the code that makes your brain overload and implode Too much imagination got you facing defeat Quit rhyming cause to wasting the beat It's Del with my diabolical follow-ups And logged to augmentated tales that keep you mind tensing With interest, and that was just an entrance Chorus: Save it, put it in your pocket for later It's all greater, I'ma do you a small favor Deliver want we call beta For ya'll and your neighbors With Del on the mic, and Rob on the fader Wait up, hold up, Hiero got it sewed up You know butt, Del is coming through with the cold cuts Competition shouldn't have even shown up with No Nuts We robust, Del is coming through with the cold cuts [Pep Love] The coldcuts Make the whole planet panic and when it blows up I hit'em again and again Trust no one The Hieroglyphic mics have been descrated by the likes of them And I don't know about that diplomatic shit I rather let it crank when niggas be on the dick like a nympho I murder'em like hurdling obstacles It cause holocaust, all I got is word balls I'm hot pepper, that you don't wanna taste to see So just watch me lace the beat gracefully And ain't a nigga got a thang to say My broken language slay niggas that came this way Aimlessly My automatic's brave, reck havoc and mayhem If you got something to say, come to bay And get it off your chest Then put it to rest Another competitor bested Ready to, just shut the hell up Develop your skill, and get enveloped still With my nigga Del up, to bat turn, yellow belly, and lilly livered We delivered the russian roulette You never know it might get you wet I'll make a issue out of that bitch, you turned to diss (WHO) Thee invincible, Hieroglyphics crew, I'll grab that ass by that braid and shock you like Raiden Wash you mouth out with dick, and keep skating pass The irrelvant punk that pumps fiction But no, he don't want no friction I got a mic addiction that I don't wanna kick Mine's are original rhymes that are three-dimensional Inching up to the pinnacle and cranking my engine up And then I'm out with the middle finger up And a perpetual S on my chest, just to let you know We still the best Chorus

Survivor

JOE BUDDEN "Joe Budden"
[1 - Joe Budden by himself] [2 - Joe Budden and K.G. together] [3 - K.G. singing by himself] [Intro: K.G. & Joe Budden sing together] When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see, yeah.. When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see.. [Verse] [1] - And my heart is like [3] - There's one thing poppa told me [1] - If nothin else in this world, it's how to survive [2] - When I'm against all odds, and when the odds against me [3] - I travel wherever my path may lead [2] - Knowin nobody got my back like me [1] - I'm gonna survive [2] - And if you walk in my shoes [2] - Guarantee you'll be just like me [1] - And my heart is like [3] - And if you leave me alone in the V with the chrome [3] - I won't hurt nothin, but I need to be alone [1] - Nigga.. just me and my Sam Cooke tapes [1] - And my heart is like [3] - And baby if you don't understand [3] - Then I gotta let you go... go... go... [1] - Geah, I'm sorry baby [1] - And my heart is like [2] - I'm talkin all along the way [2] - With all I used to say, I almost couldn't take it [2] - Said I wouldn't make it, to be twenty-one [2] - I'ma stand up on my own two [1] - And my heart is like [3] - I've travelled high and low and [3] - If there's one thing I know I know I know [3] - I know how to survive [Chorus: K.G. & Joe Budden + (Joe Budden)] When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see, yeah.. (And my heart is like) When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see.. (And my heart is like) [Verse] [3] - Nigga I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [1] - Hold me down, nah [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my soul is like [3] - Homey I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [1] - And my mind is like [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my soul is like [2] - Just livin on the edge homey ain't no joke [2] - And nah baby bro I don't smoke, but go ahead [3] - Playa.. playahhh [1] - You can like that, I'm good [1] - And my soul is like [3] - And baby if you don't understand [3] - Then I gotta let you go... go... go... [1] - I'm sorry baby [2] - I remember when they hated on me but I made it homey yea [2] - I remember when they hated on me, YEAH [2] - Don't smile at me now, YEAHHHH [1] - And my soul is like [2] - If you wasn't there for the bad, nigga don't come when it's good [2] - Naw dawg, it ain't all good [2] - Wonder what made him think it was still all good, YEAHHHH [1] - And my soul is like [Chorus - substitute "and my soul is like" for Joe's solo lines] [Verse] [3] - Nigga I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my heart is like [3] - Homey I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my heart is like.. I can't think right now [1] - Can't cope, can't drink, can't smoke, uh-uh [1] - And my soul is like.. I can't eat right now [1] - I'm not healthy, I'm askin you God help me like - please [1] - Show me somethin

Purple

NAS "The Lost Tapes"
Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh [Nas] The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned in my rhymes Fuck it, it's just an intro Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it Writing, across the stomach spell GOD son Life is like a jungle black it's like the habitat of Tarzan Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine Most of my niggaz packed in correctional facilities Half of them passed on, mack strong, couple of shots May the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin the block Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin they place A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible A thug dies, another step inside his shoes And they will hurt you, layin low with a bottle I'm blowin circles, my state of mind purple Light it, light it, uhh Yeah.. light it up, light it up, uhh Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about niggaz who got things, y'all ready to kill his momma Everything you went to is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground but you Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that's real You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away That ain't love it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to kill ya We smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold-blooded murderers, universal Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple Light it up, light it up light it up, uhh Light it up.. light it up, light it up, uhh Uhh.. uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble Reactin before thinkin, they easily irritated And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin when we should be climbin, in a nutshell, it's just jail Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggaz rewindin instead of movin forward, to blow up so what's the science People shoutin, police pushin the crowd And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin out him Am I hallucinatin off the hazin Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots Photograph pictures of, suspect faces It's usually, two or three niggaz who innocent But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy () Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you So, my state of mind's all purple

Tarantula

MYSTIKAL "Tarantula"
(feat. Butch Cassidy) [Mystikal] Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots High debut beating boy band groups Nigga let me know what the fuck y'all want do Either keep up or you can't, can't Met 'em through a bar-b-q, cracker through yo' thang, thang I ain't come here for no dumb shit You think you one of the hardest nigga, lyrics of the drum kick When it's finished over and done with I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off of some bitch I ain't no speedy when you say I beat it too much I ain't gone eat it, you ready go drown me and I pound it enough See me losin' fuck the big butt women Woman walkin' funny pussy up in her stomach Sittin' in the front cause T.V.'s runnin' Peanut-butter leather seat, with Big Truck on it I must've kidnapped the nigga man-huntin' Cause I heard 'em hollain' hold on baby I'm comin' [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to Come give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to [Mystikal] Man I'm the only mother-fuckin' black prince of the south So ba-ba-balubop, bitch watch out I make yo' momma sake a tell feather Don't tell yo' daddy that I'm here, cause you know I make him feel great Gone get yo' sex, you just turn me on While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off, before you knows I give it to him and this bitch can't handle Or ugly jealous mother-fucker this shit jammin' Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent On top of 8th street kicks Indiana No callin' me big bucks no wammies This year I'm screamin' Jive Records Big Truck God Damn it Heads up high enough so you can move Rank CEO slash Rapper, slash fool [Chorus] [Mystikal] I'm fixin' to blow up like the jar of Ever the vesent come get me Grammy nominated, especially The Soul Train award winner, call me black Elvis Presly You probably but you see me on Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock, or Jenny Jones Knock down buildin's, chop down trees I kick so fuckin' hard they say, 'You's Japanese!' I'm up in the minute because of what I invent Look at your over there with your seatbelt, like I'm A.k.a the tarantula, hot rhymes comin' from a cannista' They keepin' my fan for somethin' to brag on These people in here ain't leavin' 'til I finish my fuckin' last song Bitch walk like a balberin, tall dark and cut Now keep your fuckin' hos down [Chorus 2x w/Mystikal saying 'Tarantula'] [Butch Cassidy] South and the West come together However, we plan on doing this shit quite clever My nigga Mystikal, it's ya boy Butch Cass' And we put a foot off in they ass

2nd Hand Smoke

TWIZTID "Mostasteless"
Free your mind I represent the East side, no peace Fuck the police We tell you to increase the deceased at least A grown man tellin you something that he believe Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch Why you talkin shit Better duck bitch. Before your dome get hit. This shit is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid. Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it Everybody else real talkin bout something. What you thought you heard bitch, Can it, cause your frontin. Dead wrong. Dinner table conversations. Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions. Part of the contamination of Mind State. Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone when I awake. Mama think I'm a play on play serial killa Fruitloop biting my mind like Godzilla We survive like catipillas in cocoons and caskets Stretch the industry like elastic So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke. Hit the motherfucka till I choke I brag and I boast about nothin Death, dying, and hoes fuckin So understand that he's saying something. Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme I'm on time like a motherfucka Leavin you hangin in the forest Standin in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris Check the chorus Second hand smoke when you breath. Remember what I told you always believe. You relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild. Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud. Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke You phony bitches wanna shut me down Pullin plugs on the microphones. Hatin on the individual handle Mr.Bones Hope your speaker's ain't ohms or they dead blown If they aren't turn this motherfucka up and mash on As we blast off bitch ass niggas at fast rates Growin at a fast pace made my heart race. Lookin death in the face and I don't even shudder. If my woman starts cheatin motherfuck her, bitch I'm out my cell Seen weed, fame and wealth So take your hopes and dreams, And put that shit back on the shelf Cause we rollin in a ride far from stolen Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and Takin curbs with ease, blowin trees, lookin Chinese Hopin that the cops ain't tailin me. Tryin to violate the glass house Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out Cause now it's on, pushin hubcaps Patrollin the hood, so fuck that. Heard the shit and the shit is all wack Plannin the attack, cause we move when it's dark at night Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right. Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades Barricading your door for the raid And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump Lookin for mothafuckas who wanna jump. Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I'm a mad man My trigger finger turnin suckers to sand Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Distraught from head trauma You can't even see the drama I get the persona from marijuana At night I lay stressed with no place to go All by my lonely screamin out fuck that show Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smell Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell Cause it ain't for everybody I live to sever bodies so melancholy Suicide is just a folly and I'm out Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (what, what) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (what) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, What Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (yeah) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (right) Free your mind Breath it in

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