PEPPER lyrics

Face Plant

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Verse 1: The sun is melting that ego, You better find a new place to hide it. Do you really know who you are? Does anybody really care? Go purchase your friends at the mall, They're going on sale soon. Meet us at the checkout line So we can all life at you. Pre-chorus: I'm feeling depressed and real low No popularity has taken its toll, I know there's no way back from this. So how could life get worse than this? Verse 2: They dont' know me They never even gave me a chance. They threw my ass on the bathroom wall I'm thinkin bout moving to France. Well, the last mile is miles away And I'm on my way out of the game. You don't know what they made me do And I'm not permitted to say. Pre-chorus Chorus: I've got no friends No friends at all People never call me and it's all my fault. I got no friends None at all. People think it's funny but I don't at all. Pre-chorus (x2) Verse 3: They'll chase you On your way back home. Slam the door and jump in bed Don't you come out till it's safe. I guess that by then you'll be dead. Oh why must they come after me Why can't they pick on somebody else. It's like I did something wrong, But I guess it's something I missed.. In the eyes of all of them To nothing I'll ever amount. So when I hear people laughing I know who they're talking about. Chorus End

Mistakes

KING LIL G "90's Kid"
[Intro:] But those mistakes behind me Cast shadows to remind me I truly hope god never gives up on us [Verse 1:] Its kinda hard for me to listen to that drake shit I'm far from being heartbroken, fucking yo main bitch Roll up a blunt with me, smoke a blunt with me Your enemies my enemies, come shoot a gun with me I seen some beautiful women in salt lake city I traveled thru the east, its gangsta & grimy in philly People tell me I change, well maybe you never knew me I have to switch up the page, to a different chapter in my life I wanna progress Maybe see you in heaven and show you what I possess Ambitions like no one else We did it with no ones help Fuck all you people who criticize, saying that I would fail 65 thousand dollar bail I put money in my homie's books the first day in jail It changed my life, when I read your fan mail I made mistakes in my life and I regret em fo'real (but those mistakes behind me) (cast shadows to remind me) [Interlude:] People can't expect you to be perfect all of a sudden you know? We all mistakes no matter what baby I'm just trying to be better [Verse 2:] Baby tell me, do you know what love is? Sometimes I feel I do the most for the people I fuck with Your girl is beautiful as fuck but she can't be trusted They told you rumors bout her fucking, when you got busted Don't even trip though, ain't nobody perfect You lost your family in a jail cell Now was it worth it? is it worth it? You feeling worthless, searching for god Tell me whats the purpose You facing life, now you feeling nervous But it ain't nothin', life keeps going on You stay behind bars, I'm in the streets smoking bomb I guess its karma, for all the people you went & robbed You were just a young boy tagging on the walls You could've backed off, but something got your ass involved Who am I to tell you, what the fuck is right from wrong All we knew was lil homie put your weapon in place No time for my conscious mind, please forgive my mistakes (but those mistakes behind me) (cast shadows to remind me) [Outro:] I try to do my best just like you We can't judge each other for the bullshit we go through Cause as much as you fucking up I be fucking up too But believe me we can overcome this, hell yeah All my homies who feel lost in this world Keep your head up..keep your head up

Semi Automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket

Inspectah Deck
f/ U-God, Street Thug Yo, yo... Chorus: U-God You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic Verse One: U-God I make mean lean when I pump my spunk and hands of chump, of machine gun funk I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas With rigormor', I hit you in the core and pop your legs well in the figure four You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea Deep depths makes rappers salted Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in Lay down them lines with them hard hits And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds Underground railroad RZA track lay it down I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled Five-star general, scars you want to angle Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings Chorus 2X Verse Two: Inspector Deck Yo I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes MC's are shot down long range with sniper aim No question marks, the session starts with sparks My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts Universal soldier, MO's the holder globe in both hands, born to be sole controller Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph Best-seller compose a rough draft Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless Hard targets, underground like black markets Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all Liquid Sword swingin slay all, I'm AWOL Chorus 1.5X Verse Three: Street Thug Wu-Tang be, killin you softly with this song You won't survive the outcome I bring Def Jams to your eardrums P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless Felony offenders catchin murder one charges Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger High pursuit for the CREAM like the bodyguard from Bejing Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene On your facilities, the penalty, DOA Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped As we, travel the glove to put Shaolin on the map I show loyalty, to my fans fully Operational raps, that bust through your skully I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun From the land of the Slums spittin blades from my tongue Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal Murder, underground beef for the burger P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of

Maze Of The Madness

Cross Movement
Verse 1: Danger, danger· has got me stepping like a Power Ranger· calling on the power of the One from the manger· in anger, but not in sin· I begin· to make my way thru all of this mess I'm in· It's hard to see so many born faster· got hate oozing out'em like sulfuric acid· everyday a new thief· today's, might want my teeth· to string them all together and make'em into a wreath· Brother's ill, and won't think twice· to shake his boom pipe· even if I run the jewels, he'll still want my life· Puppy's sick· gotta shoot the gospel quick· and hope the truth will hit him much harder than a mule kick· I let him know that if he lets the hollow points spray· God's got a vengeance that'll make a flambé· But let me shut up before I provoke the cack, cack! · wish I could do a kick and put him on his back· not to make him handicapped· · but so that I could get away· and have another chance to pray· that this brother would get out of the Maddness Chorus: What do you do when life's a must· but you already caught the rush· money, power, lust· In whom will you place your trust· · All sin, no question, no doubt· Stuck and you can't get out· Christ knows how you feel· So get'em up in the air if you know He's real! Verse 2: Caution, caution· has got me turnin'· tossin'· pausin'· six million moves, Steve Austin· Check the picture· here comes that madd, fly, dime sister· guess she's sittin' waiting for her loving money Mr.· I wonder if she's got time to hear the plan· I see her lips say Her comes this corny preacher man · I try to strike one up, I say, That skirt is fly, is it pleated? · She said, Man beat it! · I said Why is that the greeting that I'm given? · She said Step! , I said God Bless your soul and keep livin' · And as I walk away· I wish there was something I could say· to really make her understand that she's more than a Chick-fila'· Piece of meat to be bought or sandwich to be made· cause a little mayonnaise won't change how your played· Cause the next man bites· and the next man bites· and when it's all over it's a terrible sight· Cause when they are done pulling up everything, man it's spooky· You got substance, but float around the bowl· and God's got a flush for all the manure· that's why I'm trying to tell her, to keep her out of the sewer· of the Maddness Chorus Verse 3: Power, power· has got me lasting for another hour· trying to stay alert, awake to the devourer· Though his fate must drag on· The Dragon· Satan· been hawking to destroy me ever since I was a little man· And even though I know I'm sealed for the long ride· he tempts me to feel the pleasure of the dark side· It gets raw hide in obeying God's will· the power is in steady spittin'· It's Written · in his lying grill· And if he wasn't enough to shake roll and rattle· the world is another enemy of constant battle· They invite me in, only to disown me· build me up to brake me down, till I'm lonely· Lastly· I war with myself the most· Today will I play dictator or will I play host· Will I do what I hate· or hate what I do· or don't do what I should· or deny what I know is true· This is the ceaseless, keeping it real, kinda war· not only am I a conqueror but I'm more· So tell my three enemies that God's got the back of his buddy· So I'm going to my grave with my knucks (Knuckles) bloody· Not in the physical, but in a spiritual kinda baddness· cause I gotta fight the Maddness Chorus

Lolo

EMINEM
Obie Trice/Real Name No Gimmicks... [Eminem] 2 trailer park girls go round the outside, round the outside, round the outside (Repeat Refrain 1) [Female Voice] Ooooohhhhh! [Eminem] Guess who's back, back again Shady's back, tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back... I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to see Marshall no more, they want Shady, I'm chopped liver well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya, a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker, then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital, by the Dr. when I'm not cooperating, when I'm rocking the table while he's operating you waited this long now stop debating, cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney, but your husbands heart problem's complicating So the FCC wont let me be or let me be me so let me see they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so empty without me So come on and dip, bum on your lips fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits, and get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits (Fuck YOU DEBBIE!) Chorus (X2) Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me Cuz we need a little controversy, Cuz it feels so empty without me Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis they start feeling the prisoners helpless, 'til someone comes along on a mission and yells bitch A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel so let me just revel an ask, the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass and it's a disaster such a catastrophe, for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me? Well I'm back (batman sound) fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing Attention Please , feel the tension soon as someone mentions me here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? Chorus (2x) A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit. Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting, but its just me I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do Black Music so selfishly and use it to get myself wealthy (Hey) there's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me Chorus (2x) Cho Hum dei dei la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la Hum dei la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la Kids!

Wanted: Dead Or Alive

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Wanted: Dead or Alive"
In the streets of New York Dope fiends are leaning for morphine The TV screen followed the homicide scenes You live here you're taking a chance So look and I take one glance there's a man inside an ambulance Crowds are getting louder I wonder how the People want to go fight for the white powder People hanging in spots They waited until the blocks got hot And got raided by the cops I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain His whole life remains inside a bottle of Night Train Another man got his clothes in a sack Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack And there's the poor little sister She has a little baby daughter Named Sonya and Sonya has pneumonia So why's her mother in a club unzipped though? Yo that's her job, Sonya's mommy is a bar stripper Drug dealers drive around looking hard Knowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard Every day is a main event, some old lady limps The pushers and pimps eat shrimps It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing They must desire for the sound of a siren A bag lady dies in an alleyway She's seen the last of her days inside the subways More and more down the slope, the kid couldn't cope So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one Had fun then was done by a shotgun Upstairs I cover my ears and tears The man downstairs must have drank too many beers Cause every day of his life he beats his wife Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife Blind man plays the sax A tune called “The Arms on My Moms Show Railroad Tracks' Many lives are cut short That's when you're living In the streets of New York Baby needs new shoes But his papa uses all the money for booze A young girl is undressed in the back seat of a Caddy Calling some man Daddy Three men slain inside an apartment All you could see was the sparks when it darkened Daylight broke, cops roll on the scene The drug war, daily routine Gambling spots, just a poor man's jackpot You winning a lot, you get shot The drug dealing fanatics But you don't want no static Cause they got crack addicts with automatics Shoot-outs for a desire for territory A kid got caught in the crossfire A tired mother can't take no more She grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24 Human beings are laying on the pavement Cause they're a part of a mental enslavement The cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapers This type of life is making you hyper People scouting a torched-out building And got killed when the cold air filled in Is hell really suggested? No more persons arrested, a child molested A little kid says, Yo I got a color TV, CD player and car stereo And all I want is a castle I also got a .38, don't give me no hassle One kid heads straight for the top And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop Look behind you when you walk That's how it is in the streets of New York

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