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QUEEN LATIFAH lyrics - All Hail The Queen

Evil That Men Do

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[Queen Latifah] You asked, I came, so behold the Queen Let's add a little sense to the scene I'm living positive, not out here knocked up But the lines are so dangerous, I ought to be locked up This rhyme doesn't require prime time I'm just sharing thoughts of mine Back again cause I knew you wanted it From the Latifah with the Queen in front of it Dropping bombs, you're up in arms, you're puzzled The lines will flow like fluid while you're guzzling The sip I drop you on a BDP-produced track From KRS to be exact It's a Flavor Unit quest that today has me speaking Cause it's knowledge I'm seeking Enough about myself, I think it's time that I tell you About the evil that men do Situations, reality, what a concept! Nothing ever seems to stay in step So today, here is a message to my sisters and brothers Here are some things I want to cover A woman strives for a better life, but who the hell cares? Because she's living on welfare I government can't come up with a decent housing plan So she's in no man's land It's a sucker who tells you you're equal [KRS-One] You don't need him, Johannasburg's crying for freedom! [Queen Latifah] We the people hold these truths to be self-evident [KRS-One] But there's no response from the president [Queen Latifah] Someone's living the good life, tax-free Except for a girl, can't find a way to be crack free And that's just part of the message I thought I had to send you about the evil that men do Tell me, don't you think it's a shame? When someone can put a quarter in a video game But when a homeless person approaches you on the street You can't treat him the same It's time to teach the def, the dumb, the blind That black-on-black crime only shackles and binds You to a doom, a fate worse than death But there's still time left Stop putting your conscience on cease And bring about some type of peace Not only in your heart, but also in your mind It will benefit all mandkind Then there will be one thing that will never stop And it's the evil that men do

Ital (Feat. Q-tip)

THE ROOTS
Verse One: Q-Tip I wanna be able to reach an mc and reach a little child in the same degree And my elders excel I mean what the hell we might as well bridge these gaps in all before we fall in the fire Black Thought: It's a million mc's upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it profess mic techniques illegit inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded in their minds thus their rhymes are discredited (check it out) Q-Tip: I use my music implemented with jewels import tools to inspire all those too cool fools who say screw school 'Cause they don't see the conspiracy that's put here to trap you and me Black Thought: Y'all know the battle leutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic they say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit- ary and very necessary to shine legendarily, heavily refined Q-Tip: Contemporaries like the Roots is so radit's like dage which bag did they come out of, and how can I get in itto win it like raffle ticket pick and if you feelin' something, guess who gets the sticking Black Thought: I got this Ital mad up close and personal the first I find to violate, I shall retal- iate with realisms for their whole local we on point like decimal Abstract now Q-Tip: MCin while I'm breathingmcin is believing that you can host a ceremony and the dough is never phony in fact, it's very therapeutic like B12 hyperdermic needle so shoot it Black Thought: Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit most wicked seven digit mic wizardmy tongue lashes out and strikes with it just slightly might miss it when I blast through your section or district CHORUS Verse Two: Black Thought In my formitive by my peers I was influenced until the instruments of time killed the congruence I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense of MC's which are a nuisance I know just what to do sinceI'm on another lev. brothers is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev. but they got a lot to learn, to make theri thoughts long term 'cause on theri short-cuts they made a wrong turn probably, timelessly I construct the firesome to rip your eardrum for many years to come professional style thinkin' rational to move wise so hard it's a wonder y'all alive... Q-Tip: ...And still breathin', niggaz is dead and not even perpetuatin' real life the shit kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin' they cold actin' like heathens when mics is picked up MC's scenes is kicked up like women with the gripper drinking Moet 'till they hiccup fellas hustlin' picking bricks up fantasizin' about the illest stick up but rip up the jam and we be truly impressed on stage you won't need your tef. vest only a mic with and a mic test and at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess that they can relate with the trials you tribulate or the pains you endure 'cause some cats is pure tell horors that are true but see cats like you y'all fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo the tear jerker you be that miracle worker whose miracle just ran out I think it's time you pan out or just plain fade, 'cause yo you played we 'bout to drop on you like the Everglades

Pretty Face

AMERICAN HEAD CHARGE "Trepanation"
Play your games with my limp joints idolize it's wet paper skin listen to the cast preach your life and infest you with disease dress me up with a three piece tourniquet fuck and get under the scabs never trust what you cannot kill and pretend that she respects you pursuit of liberty drags you all across this country this cunt bleeding delivered me the cord it stretches taught and only so far before it snaps back giving us relief it's just a matter of time it's just a matter of time before you fall down and hurt yourself far from home with no one's help we will be waiting but his eyes can't see the madness so she can keep the rule formulate what will be that thing that makes me laugh your next manipulation of the all too friendless always seen and never noticed dipping my feet in pools of you FUCK YOU make my face only how you like it why can't you smell it hide wreck her pussy with your fist she'll be your minister violate my stiff limp body only to taste my glass bloodline shove it all behind my back cauterize my open wound I never needed to leave to find out what makes me tick I arrived by default my arms three grand long but not elastic enough to care for insects just beyond my reach it's just a matter of time it's just a matter of time before I pick you up and dust you off kiss the eyes that make me rough I will be waiting I walked beside myself but nothing ever changed and now I walk away so you can take the blame clinical distortion affects the bachelor I still can't find

Play IV Keeps

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
(feat. Inspectah Deck, Street Life & Mobb Deep) [Method Man] Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah One time.. yo Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared for when the pain come, this nigga scared, shook to death from a cold stare, stuntin, knowin my brothers fiend to do you somethin over here, we head huntin in the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us The last days, makin sure I get the last say In the food chain, is you predator or prey If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way to get my point across, thoughts accelerate at the same speed, of the muder rate Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth [Street Life] Life's a snippet, one way ticket Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant [Chorus One: all] Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down [Inspectah Deck] I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban Link chain of command Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand My live team turn the club to a crime scene High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM Get your face blown, might face the chrome We take this more serious than just a poem [Havoc] I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent About the foul shit goin on in my life, current event It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still never follow beef hey beef follow me Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute Stash my dough secure the funds of profit [Prodigy] Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin your time Fuckin with my niggaz, extrordinary line swishin your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song Doin this for too long, to not come strong You're only a pawn of Viet Dong Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born Secluded on a distant farm This is the real world, where niggaz get shot and shanked Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck.. [Chorus One] Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready for a war here, fuck peace, what [Chorus One] Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready for a war here, fuck peace, peace

I'm So Fly

LLOYD BANKS "The Hunger For More"
Yee! Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga [laughs] Yee! [Chorus] I'm So Fly... An I've got money so that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy I'm So High... An I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye When I Ride By... An I don't care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year Nigga Im So Fly... An I've got money so that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy.... [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta) To smooth to stutta (stutta) His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta) Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he's a earna My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda Fight, wake up n' fuck like Ike n' Tina Turner It's a privilege to ride with a celeb Cause them girls over three don't got a problem given head Paranoia is on ya that's why your mama is in your bed Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin It's eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow Or cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow The chronic is blown For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Don't confuse me with these suckas Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Lou move at the rucka Thank god for given Banks the gift You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief Nigga there's no one out the click that freeze us Believe that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles Ya boys corrupt kid Banks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did You jokes cant afford these homes Look around I got 40 clones now look down that's 40 stones And that's only in the necklace I'm bony and I'm reckless (vroom) there's Tony in a Lexus Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck Cause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that's blowin shit up I got the patience of a high school teacher And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker Will the goody girls back of us My hearts colder than jack frost is We pack shows and attract bosses Black clothes and my black forces A black rose for a rats coffin Blowin O's in that black coffin Blowin the road and im back flossin No one knows how much that's costin Fuck ass only the green moves me I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy My name ring each state So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight [Chorus]

Failing, Flailing

STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO "Everything Goes Numb"
you say you've got the cure but i don't have a disease and you say you've got the answers but i've made no inquiries and you're failing bailing good god motherfucker now i see you flailing i see you flailing that's right i think i do i see you flailing away i know it's hard but so are you and so am i and we'll pull through together, together and i said that it's been years but i still fear that someone dear will leave me here forever, forever and i said: hey! you've got to keep trying you've got to keep holding onto what you've got because what you've got it sure ain't a lot and hey! everyone's falling down everyone's holding out for what you've got but what you've got, it sure ain't a lot and you act like it is but you know that it's not and even if it was, would you ever give it up? if i told you what you had was really nothing? nothing? nothing! yes, it's nothing nothing at all so you say your life's a bore and i can't quite disagree if you judge your life by the pieces of shit that inhabit your tv because they stand so proud, and they talk too loud and every other word is a lie i've found that everyone who is anyone is a waste of time a waste of time i know it's hard but so are you and so am i and we'll pull through together, together and i said that it's been years but i still fear that someone dear will leave me here forever, forever and i said: hey! you've got to keep trying you've got to keep holding onto what you've got because what you've got it sure ain't a lot and hey! everyone's falling down everyone's holding out for what you've got but what you've got, it sure ain't a lot and you act like it is but you know that it's not and even if it was, would you ever give it up? if i told you what you had was really nothing? nothing? nothing! yes, it's nothing nothing at all nothing you won't say nothing you don't say nothing and that's just fine nothing you won't say nothing you don't say nothing and that's just fine sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me and it's been years but still i fear that someday they'll desert me oh, it's hard, i know when it's time to stand alone and no one understands you sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me and it's been years but still i fear that someday they'll desert me oh, it's hard, i know when it's time to stand alone and no one understands you sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me and it's been years but still i fear that someday they'll desert me oh, it's hard, i know when it's time to stand alone and no one understands you

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