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ANGIE MARTINEZ lyrics - Up Close & Personal

Thug Love

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(feat. Fat Joe & L-Burna) [L-Burna hook: repeat 2X] Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug, love [Angie - over end of hook] Yo, hey yo, uhh Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug Pulled up with a group of trucks, everybody knew who he was I ain't playin the boy was cute, and I'm sayin we only danced one song but the whole night I was swayin Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile Thug love, think I'm buggin brother let me know now [Fat Joe - overlapping Angie] Yo.. yeah, uhh Yo, yo.. What's his name, what's the color of his Range, what's his game Was he kickin it like he love his train, full of octane Stop playin, know you ain't fall for that (Yo he's pagin me) Ang' don't even think of callin back Man I know those cats, him and his click be flowin crack Up in Prominax(), stickin them kids, by the laundromat Pumpin that two-for-five, the rules imply fuckin with them dudes that's trife, you lose your life [Interlude] [F] It's a thug love [A] Searchin for love in the wrong places [F] A thug love [A] Lovin them rough with pretty faces [F] Even though he ain't right for you [A] Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you [F] It's a thug love [A] Searchin for love in the wrong places [F] A thug love [A] Lovin them rough with pretty faces [F] Even though he ain't right for you [A] Yo yo, uhh, uhh, yo [hook - overlaps Interlude but comes in on line three] [Angie] I just can't explain why women are attracted to danger A thug and a player look the same in linen but one's packin a banger I guess it's the anger that be in they eyes mixed together with a pinch of they sensual side that gets me energized Fly and confidant, respected and highly dominant Got me on the rise every time he draw me with compliments Joey I'm fallin for a thug, should I sacrifice or let it go brother you never gave me bad advice [Fat Joe] It's only right that I let you know which route to go No doubt fo' sho', once he hits it, he's out the do' Know I seem like a cock-blocker, but he's not proper Besides you're my little sis, I gotta watch ya Gotta stop you from dealin with snakes You're sealin your fate let alone I feel it's your wake Eliminate all the wrongs in your life Don't you fall for them guys, like Pun says, it's all in the eyes [Interlude + hook] [Fat Joe] I only speak on what I know, he cheats, he gotta go You think he ain't gon' creep (not at all) That's a damn shame, I see you fallin for this man's game The truth is even if he want it man he can't change That's the life of a player livin lies like the mayor Hittin them thighs, be wise and beware But don't be surprised, one day you'll find a decent guy Someone that cares and provides a piece of mind [Angie] I know you right, but I'm torn inside I got a jonz for a boy that was born to ride My only vice(), saw the guy, leave my momma mortified It's no surprise, it happens all the time Got me stressin and I'm comin back for me Got me, checkin my messages expectin him to call I need to, let it go need to stay focused But can't, forget him yo so I remain hopeless [Interlude + hook]

The Mind

KRS-ONE "The Sneak Attack"
[Chorus One 2X: KRS-One] First thing we must do is make up our - MIND Then we must go and really clear our - MIND Erase the doubt and the fear from our - MIND Share our - MIND, speak our - MIND [KRS-One] Stand up brother, stand up sister I told y'all before, love is gonna get'cha Lovin that money, lovin that liquor Lovin that sex without respect you gets no bigger I ain't got time to chill, only got time to build You find that in those with skills This a real MC, of the highest degree With no video, my show they dyin to see Not whether I'm buyin 'em three When you watch television just keep sayin they lyin to me Cause they are - how long you gonna stay at the bar I'm not desperate for money, maybe you are, but listen [Chorus Two 2X: KRS-One] First thing we gon' do is make up our - MIND Then we gon' go, and we gon' clear our - MIND Erase the doubt and the fear from our - MIND Share our - MIND, speak our - MIND [KRS-One] Don't you think it's time we thought about the future Whether our children they gonna be winners or losers Don't you think it's time to advance the rhyme we spit Whether you know it or not, you deep in politics All inside of it, in fact YOU the issue Don't let this government diss you! They really do not want you to vote They really do not want you to hope They really want you sniffin they coke You look around yo we missin the boat I coulda wrote about ANYTHING to get on, but this what I wrote And what I'm writin, is guaranteed to enlighten Like Dr. Cornel West, Michael Eric Dyson This is how we do it today, enough of the crime talk KRS got somethin new to say Rise up, and put aside childish things This is the message we bring; listen [Chorus Two] [KRS-One] Last verse, KRS, blast first Ignorance is bad, but temptation that's worse They hide they purse, cause of the way we spit the verse No one ever told 'em that the style's rehearsed And even if they did, it wouldn't be new to they mind Cause all day rappers confess to doin these crimes So when the cops see you, they're not thinkin about me They thinkin about takin you out of society Keep it right, don't lie to me You think it's too much preachin teachin Huh, well fine, we'll see When you're locked up in J.D.C., or even prison The truth shall set you free, just listen You want health, and really that's about prevention You want love, real love, and not depression You want awareness, which come from discipline and will You want wealth, which come from skills When you really ready to talk, let's build You ain't gotta be a scholar to know the next 4 years gonna be ill I believe you already know the drill, don't lie don't steal, seek peace and don't kill

Heard Too Much About

Places of sickness nurse me cold Attendant whiteness glare in dark Straighten out the winding sheet Twisted round in poorest dreams Shattered proofing of the lost Splinter shackled, little wounds Of cruelty and truth, they tie The one way sickness up inside Regressive smile, a babys laugh A learnt contortion of the mouth Places of laughter leave me cool Hot fire dying down to ash Beauty breezes through so swift Endless roundabout of grief Not much to ask, a rightful place Where nothing matters, but can touch Without a sinking heart, this sigh Could be the wind among the leaves This pain does not belong to me They've taken everything away To nurse the sicknesses of loss Instilled with fear and bleachy guilt Impatient winds up in her cloth The tired shoes are splitting up With weighty promises of love Waiting for the last to fall away Buckle noose around the strap All that separates the flesh From green grass or sinking mud Stagnating, knowing the delusion Clean sheets waiting for a body Slapped into life and slowly gutted A place of sickness is to die in Tired of the cruelty and lying Drip-fed tears of the forsaken They say we'll soon have you up and walking Took the prison for a stronghold Took the lies for a love-song Paid for life on a shoestring Waiting for the last to fall away Buckle noose around the strap All that separates the flesh


JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
[Killasha] The invincible huh? Yeah ya'll be seein it It is what it is indeed Stoupie Ya'll be knowin huh? Let 'em know [Ikon the Hologram aka Vinnie Paz] Hold the device tight, when it's time for a mic fight You're a pagan tryin to battle someone who's Christ-like The precise knight that smash you with a white pipe Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night's light Oh you hype right? Well meet the soul benders Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders You roll benches till playin fear was fair game Ya'll got fucked up like sex on an airplane That's why we can't change, we just ill We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit real The clip's filled with the wraith that Cain saw Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw That's why the brain's raw, that's why your veins pour That's why you copped my shit nine times at the same store That's why you Entered the Dragon and got slashed And that's why the Hologram counting up cash. What!? [Hook x2] [scratches] "Lookin for rappers who wanna battle" "Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad" "The underground rapper who's wreckin" "Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like" [Killasha] Holocaust, rap javelin toss Killasha's the boss I take what's yours, pour poison in your pores I'm down for the cause my nigga, not "because" My soul wasn't made to be lost, stop for the pause I play 48 minutes hard without the calls Slicin elbows through ya jaw, need I say more? Facinating with 44s and foul whores Large gram cookups, and the ill drug scores My captivating verses, that'll open all doors I soar like a condor ready for war, fuck the law! [sample: distorted] "raindrops on the ground" [Hook x1] [Jus Allah] Ominous leave your brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster Game of Death motherfucker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya Keepin L's lit, sendin pellets through helmets Shells hit, you and the fag you share a cell with Takin niggas out thier element rhyme fighters Divine writers, time travellers, Sliders Pale niggas act jail lifers Who tell the active nail biters with the 12s in thier diapers Shoes never walk nor land, explore land I expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran Bullets graze ya wig kid, brushes with death I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya flesh Playin on ya wrist like strings on a violin Dyin in a blood pool wrestlin Leviathan Fuckin wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks Ya'll suckas like niggas born without dicks [scratches till end]

The Rap Game

MC LYTE "Bad As I Wanna B"
Hook: TRG we making that cream People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems You can rock on till the break of dawn But one by one your ass is gone I got trapped in the rap game at sixteen and saw it's no more than a crap game, know what I mean? Like when you feel you shake em right they fake roll snake eyes in this industry that's how quick niggaz die Through my eyes it's like Russian Roulette Never do you know when you about to get wet So you should stay set so you don't fall and go under Have people saying I wonder what happened to him or her it's sad when you begin to think you can't be gone but you can be gone in the blink of an eye, don't ask why cause you try Somebody came along that was twice as fly I remember when I hit the scene it was the second phase Rope chains two finger rings, those were the days Latin Quarters my Puma suit was cool Now let me be caught in that and I'll be damned a fool Ya gotta change with the times like the weather MC's that alsts is the MC's that's clever You can't move too slow cause when it's to time to go You see it's to time to go repeat Hook 2X (1. But one day brother your ass is gone) (2. But one day sister your ass is gone) Come back after come back, nigga came back more wack than the wackest wax on the rack What's up with that, new jacks are coming through taking no slack They hungry and they looking for a spot to cop a squat, you better watch the clock It can be awfully embarassing to not know when to let go of the rhyme, it's about half past the monkey ass You should have been gone but you still trying to hang on What happens when you chilling at the label on the 10th floor Nobody knows your name anymore, aren't you...? Wait and let me think, just as quick as you get large you can quickly shrink And sink into the crates and collect dust Don't be mad cause it happens to the best of us repeat Hook 2X To and fro they come and go You better change your flow and then switch up your show I mean come with the booming ass hits Then they gone buy then they don't leave with shit You better tell an exec you need to be set So when it's over you ain't living our your Land Rover When your rap life dies And you still alive nigga, you better know how to survive It ain't easy and it ain't supposed to be Letting niggaz know what time it is when it comes to me the L-Y-T-E Stronger than the ox the octane that knocks in your brain I sustain My mission is to maintain sane, know what I mean? Keep doing my thang, you can't move too slow Cause when it's your time to go, gotta go Hook

Soundcheck Intro

AUDIO PUSH "The Soundcheck"
[Oktane:] People please... Are you listenin to my vision that I am livin Ever since I was just a kid I knew I was given A talent that nobody else was given So my division was exactly that, but I never knew if I was the difference Between good and great Because all everyone does around my is hate And tell me everything I'm working hard that's a mistake And we're the ones who didn't listen, now look at us today We came from battle rappin, clappin the gats, cats attackin us and mad us because we doin what you couldn't But now you back at us and you clap for us, all I see is people been waggin us because they seein what they should've Well you a couple minutes late You're try to bring your fruits to me, but I already ate I'm not hollywood my vision's just clearer I avoid conflict and it's not because I fear ya I just decided to choose I got too much to loose And besides that my only competition is the mirror So, pardon my? estab?, but you waggin when I'm walkin my by and I don't look your way it's simply because I don't hear ya All I hear is the fans, and ya'll understand their screams are deafening, they all waitin for the boss So you can pay for your ticket, you can't walk in with us because you didn't believe in us, now go and take your loss Cause now everybody is seein past the image That he has just hit it, the limit That he is not a gimmick The people admit it They see him and he is who they scrimmage They shoot at my head, I popeye, and he is out of spinach Take it in I'll give you a minute Sean and Kadis told me to go in, I hope that they meant it Lots of money and time had went in I spent it Now I'm paid in full every show, back to business Of course they're gonna hit the three, even if they foul him I'm here to sell more than a couple thousand I've worked too hard to be looked at as lousy I stand unamused, only music can arouse me Lyrics sparks songs I' m nice with em Mr. Hi I'm Him can really write venom I be happy to sent these rappers, out ice with em Point proven and I'm movin, I bruised em now Price get em [Price Tag:] Ever since the moment that I took a sip of life, I knew my kryptonite was to get on stage and grip the mic I see my dreams in front of me had to grip it tight Grew up with no dad, I guess that makes me a victim right? Wrong, I'm on my throne with my feet up You headed to the same destination, we can meet up My book is in the sky, which means you gotta read up Only the game is in the oven, let's turn the heat up Pull the seat up, sit in the row Get on the map, sick of the thoughts, sick of the flow Pickin the shows, the quitters will stop the rippers will go We hittin them low, Price T and Okt we give and we go Whoa, my life I feel out rested My brody Bread shot in the head, show me the justice And ever since my cousin Pooch got killed I've been spittin fire untill the booth got grilled Who's not real? Audio the next in Punchin every letter in the game, no textin Teachin the class the wrong time to end the lesson Sittin alone on this road, no intersections Just me and destiny They waitin for the new livin legend, the next is me So feel the power of the truth when you're next to me I'm on the desktop, the trash is where the rest'll be So fear as the beat drops They prayin that I fell, and I just put my faith in God Let me say it again, I put my faith in God Chase the dollar Fix my collar Let them know that it's the rise And it's my job to release what I got in Loser from the Inland Empire, I am not him Me, I refuse to get in the game and not win If Okt is missin the three, I be tippin the shot in The only way that I'm going is right, no lefts Doing what I please in this game, no refs We the force that give you reports, no F's Me, I'm tryna make this money stretch, bow flex Oh yes, at show time I'm the town rep Gimme a flannel, some skinny jeans, and a brown vest The grand finale is us, we'll put it on next Just turn my mic up, I think it's time for soundcheck

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