THE JUNIOR VARSITY lyrics - Cinematographic

Try To Define

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Arms that move in every direction And two hands to help you reach Legs that grow in the sun When you're dangling your feet There they run You can run when you're standing on your feet Try to define in your mind The good that's in your life It's not like, theirs or mine So embrace it carefully You dislike all the questioning And I agree Eyes that catch every imperfection And a mouth that cannot speak Soul chewed up in the sun From the everlasting heat Skin that can burn in the burn But we're dancing anyway Try to define in your mind The good that's in your life It's not like, theirs or mine So embrace it carefully You dislike all the questioning And I Your legs can kick around Our pockets full of posture Faster faster, we make ourselves Try to define in your mind So try to define in your mind So embrace it carefully You dislike all the questioning You dislike all the questioning You dislike all the questioning And I agree

Criminology (Freestyle)

JAY-Z
It’s like this yo, and we don’t stop! Jay-Z Check it I get deep and dark like ditches But when I rap I come off like that without the glitches Never crossed the black cat with the riches I’m leaving Stevie sayin’ no Wonder you’re superstitious! Beef, I’m with it, simple, ya’ll can all get it Ya’ll don’t all get it Don’t nobody of mind for this matter Can gather the data until ya mind don’t matter! I bubble like lather, hustle like the lead-off batter? Cause all that matters is the money, ‘till it ain’t funny! You feel me? When the beast screams kill me Don’t jerk me boy, I rip it silly! I’ll let you rise of course, but if you don’t fall off on your own Emcee’s I cut off at the knees like shorts It gets worst! If you don’t care for my sick thoughts like a nurse! With no known remedy, I’m leaving boys and men on bended knee till the end of the road I lie low, forget this record shit, with one sale… Check it out! The nerve of these herbs Ya’ll know which swerve from the curb in the LAX The best observe I’m splashing, splurging, dashing that’s my word ya know Champagne glass is crashing, can’t ration Used to having a whole lot, so dough, I blow a lot Had a buck fifty while you were still taking skibby to school Ran with one of them cats that hides Tiffany’s for them jewels Back when Duke was jumping out of cabs in Krush Groove I was scheming and plotting mostly Dreaming alive, but look what it got me! Four cars and four hundred shots later You know what I mean!

Can I Live

JAY-Z "Reasonable Doubt"
Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we 'come addicted Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin But we feel we have nothin to lose so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right What do you bring to the table While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days a brother gotta admire from four fiends away My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie At the time it never bothered me, at the bar gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me lack of respect for authority, laughin hard Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation for dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live Can I live My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease we buy the whole care, as you should My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it balls to steam, it comes to it we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this True this, history school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me stressed right Can I live Can I live Can I live Can I live Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all

Outlive The War

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Servants In Heaven, Kings In Hell"
[Hook: Block McCloud] You don't really want a close encounter This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks [Verse 1: Sean Price] Hey yo, great rap outta BC, the track The beat beast master, heat clapper, speakin' the facts Keys to the 'Lac, weed in the back, foot on the gas Squeezin' the gat, leave it at that, my foot in yo' ass Listen, bust your rat, you scream, Ruck is back, bitch "You gonna fuck up your career, you hear?" Fuck the rap shit I make the same money when I hustle this crack shit Probably make more 'cause a nigga don't pay no taxes Access the gun's off the earth axis Axis of evil, the evil 'll leave your hat split Ruck flow is like "Fuck you, God" I don't wanna rhyme, I need a construction job Listen, backpack rap, Jansporter crew Big guns and fast cars, Transporter, too I camcord your crew with a clip in they mouth Sean Price, fuck you riffin' about? Shut the fuck up, yeah [Hook: Block McCloud] You don't really want a close encounter This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] I put you in the fuckin' torture wrath, I carry forty gats and pure black That send you and your spiritual to where the Lord is at You read "Behold a Pale Horse"? Well, I authored that And on top of that, Vinnie the owner of a gorgeous gat I don't trust nobody, cousin, I'm a cautious cat I see inside your eyes, it's where demonic forces at Fuck around and get laced with the Luger If you sympathize with the hellinization of Judah My place is the future, everybody say "The boy nice" Philly to Brooklyn, Brooklyn to Philly with Sean Price I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest around I'm just sayin' I'm the nicest with the knife and the pound I'm strikin' you down, Pazienza always on the block You the type to take a L and fuckin' call the cops Cross the other side of street because you saw it's hot Call me Mike Fratello baby, 'cause I call the shots, yeah, pussy [Hook: Block McCloud] You don't really want a close encounter This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks Type you don't wanna fight wit [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] I'm comin' at you with various weapons, hittin' your body in various sections Even the mutha fuckin' devil was there when I blessed him Better selection of clappers then you Jesus Price, Pazienza better rappers then you I've had it with you, every rhyme I write a testament About the war and our apocalyptic president About how I studied the science of raw How I carry Desert Eagle's and defy it's a law My violence is pure, walk the battlefield with stainlesses They say I'm deranged, disconnected and dangerous My rap is sharp enough to slash your fuckin' veins and wrist I'll put a knife into my heart to see if pain exists My forty cal' is fuckin' dyin' to bust It could teach you how to bleed and how to die in the dust Yeah, I'm tryin' to organize with people I identify While Bush and Cheney sit and celebrate a genocide, yeah [Hook: Block McCloud] You don't really want a close encounter This dude's talkin' like he knows the bouncers I move up on ya face for talkin' outta place Get your spine ripped out by Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch! And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write hooks Type you don't wanna fight wit, Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!

Shotgun Fire

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Intro / Chorus] Dip-Set, uh (Jones) Money on mind (Capo Status) Mind on my money (Dip-set nigga) My money on mind (You know the streets is what it is nigga) Mind on my money (Watch ya step and watch ya moves) My money on mind Mind on my money My money on mind [Verse 1] Shit, make 'em believe in this prophecy (movement) You can see I'm tryin to lead my democracy (Dip-Set) To get money and rip sleeve off of my city (New York) And slow down, then try to breeze thru the projects B (Taft) And how I speeds in velocity (160) We came up movin keys of that knotty B (that Yae-Yo) My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the lobby B The boys rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany (Damn!) In my life you can't see me not possibly (Nooo!) How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes when we mobbin' 40 troops if it's problems (What Nowww!) Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver (jus 1 nigga) Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire (blakka!) I ain't gone front nigga I shot some guys up (didn't kill 'em though, fuck 'em though) And they came back to my block like riders (Yop!) But I'm like "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, crouch and fire (Boom, Yea!) A fast retally (Uh Huh!) Now it's cash we tally Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali (L.A.X.!) Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox strip Where they Henny sip Beef we let the semi rip [Chorus] Mind on my money, my money on mind Mind on my money, my money on mind Mind on my money, my money on mind You fuck wit Dip-Set, I will press on this .9 Mind on my money, my money on mind Mind on my money, my money on mind Mind on my money, my money on mind You fuck wit my paper, I'll press on this .9 [Verse 2] And yeah we world renowned (U.S.) And I might twirl thru town (uh huh) And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be found (hollaaa!) How can a pearl be drowned (yea) How can a diamond not shine (uh huh) Man I'm on my G mack I scoop up dimes all the time (bad bitches) They love my pimp juice (yeah) I let my crimps loose They get a glimpse, ooooooo Some went and cinch douche' Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp soup (that's right) Mind fuck her, brain fuck her mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh, (then what?) shit She scream "Do me it hurt" (uh huh) Ill have her movin' that work I mean 2 of them chirps Up in her Dooney and Bourke (gettin' money) So ruthless it hurts I mean I'm truely bezerk When I scoop up my cash man, I swoop up and murk (errrrrrrrr!) Yea, a trick and a bag bitch (uh huh) 2 bricks and a bad bitch Shit, them bitches mackin' (they love me) I'm as sick as maggot (rite) But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth no chips or no cabbage [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm so problematic (yeah) And do to servin' Harlem-matics (damn) My fame and fortune still revolve wit' static (that beef) Still involve wit' savage types that move drugs 365 all around set every nite (perrico) I ain't the passive type (nope) On the benches where I crashed them nites (movin') Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of white (hustlin') Spend days up in court How I shaved weight to snort Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the source (suttin to read about) Yes, since success it has changed Since we, stepped up in this game and stepped up wit' our game (ballin') No more chef cuttin' cain Hoes X'd up in they brain Lemme sex up in the Range So much princess cuts in my chains (Bling!) [Chorus]

Last Straw (Onesoul Remix) (1994)

JEDI MIND TRICKS "The Psycho-Social, Chemical, Biological, And Electro-Magnetic Manipulation ..."
[Verse 1:] Word is bond, rock on, my diatribe will swarm and persevere Emcee's will disappear, they will fear what is here And that is sadistic, with linguistic rhyme penetrating Upsided the mind like the burn, of jack of lantern Attack this, when I smack kids with my tactics Kill it over patriots, if you assemble the wackness Sprayin' off the majestic rays, that knowns the writing A slide gets ride, and crucified, like punch of Titan Narcotic, on point, mentality, battle me Knocking herbs up out the galaxy, fantasies I break neck with my kendo's, can't do fool Understand, how my chant goes, swift dialetic Cybernatics, my aparatus If throw more morphic styles, I break, tragic records Eratic, catchable t's, I breeze through This degree of emcee's, as they seize to Amaze, how these dudes get with that wack rap Fourty ounce fat caps, and raps in my napsack Flaudelant emcee's get burned by the lighter You don't know the half, cause soul crash my cipher [Verse 2:] Superstar I jaw the first, we rush last and touch pie The proof is my man suscribe, to that old school vibe Yo, make shift that the man, is quick to jive I grab I to that branch with force and pride Steady straws are the prime fact', to fly back as I somersault Far sing forever, as superstruct for that mass Pa' ark with forty bullet - Throwin' my fake feed light like blastin' bullets Through the flame, pushin' fog out the mass way Catch a five thick, vinyl ain't the number in my ash tray The charts slumber, if expect I take all that masking kids, and watch them in our record Though I fly were you fish, like bass, trout, the fresh water Now it's floatin' like prada in a metro Every large animal stole ours, but fresh crews? I'm comin' off like a bad weave I pertrude to retreave the last star From the full mouth, with no fingers to the fence I commence to grab the foul cinder block route Then how many times before, so I grout Pushin' much more... [Verse 3:] Ills I be droppin' like an expert, insert the clip And let off the best ease off, I'm givin dirt naps that last more than eternity Weak minded foes get bloated like surgery You never heard of me, you new comer, straight done up Hit you with a verse, because I'm evil with my lethal Vocabulary, spark a spliff, it's very necessery So ease up or get caught up in the cemetary Understand and prepare ya mind, it's realness Unpredictable skills, that's build, so just chill, kid

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