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Daphne Celeste lyrics - We Didn't Say That

Never Been To Memphis

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Never Been to Memphis Keep ya rib - eyes an' ya rodeo Keep those cowboys offa my radio Dancin' in line - What are ya sheep? (BAAA) Do you need to be told how to move to the beat Country and Western - gI'mmie my stetson banjo - Washboard - Red neck overload - Yea I'm right behind Their idea of a good time sure ain't mine! Swap that there - ten gallon hat For a New York Yankies baseball cap Don't want Rhinestones on our microphones Cos we ain't never been to Memphis No - we ain't never been to Memphis Don't sing to me 'bout no wanderin' star Or standin' by ya man an' his slide guitar That chicken weres' supposed to keep ya there But I'm lookin' around an' you's everywhere I see you an' Garth sittin' up a tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G. Ain't gonna happen Listen to me I've an allergy to mullet-heads - see! Swap that there - ten gallon hat For a New York Yankies baseball cap Don't want Rhinestones on our microphones Cos we ain't never been to Memphis Don't brainwash me from Tennesse No - cos we ain't never been to Memphis Don't want Rhinestones on our microphones Cos we ain't never been to Memphis No - we ain't never been to Memphis Mid 8 step to the left Jump to the right Now jump off a cliff That'd be a beautiful sight Clap your hands Rattle those spurs Yeeha baby most sincerely From me and her Rawhide! Yea that's my backside Here on the prairie the gals are real hairy These cowboy boots are no substitute Jeepers creepers gimmie my sneekers

I Am Somebody

JURASSIC 5 "Power In Numbers"
Artist: Jurassic 5 Album: Power in Numbers Song: I Am Somebody [All] Yo, raise the level, bass bottom to treble Forever keep it ghetto Funk and heavy metal F*ck the devil Unify the rebel Whistle like a kettle With a fly acapello Smooth and mellow Locked load and settle Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow Taste and swallow, lead and never follow Break it like a bottle Inspire like a role model Chorus: [Soup] Say, I am (I am) Somebody (Somebody) [Akil] Yo, my soul, bounce rock and roll Tumble with the rhythm Heat the mic when it's cold I was told Be Bold Whether platinum or gold Keep it solid Do the knowledge Til' I reach my goal My hunger-pain thunder Lumberjack the fifth wonder I never slumber cuz I keep it on the under My post beat for people in the street Ghetto M-U-S-I-C (We bring the heat) That African soul Clap black power impact Who said ghetto rap was all about a dope sack? A pimp slap or a big black gatt Fuck around and get jacked For your rhymes where I live at Uh, I'm not a gangsta but I boogie wit beats No gang affiliation in my lyrics or speech But still I keep it straight hood-hop techniques South Central Fundamentals J5 emcees And it's on! Chorus [Chali 2na] Who's to say if I choose to make moves today Whether I win or lose or I end up on the news today Amuse but never confuse Still got dues to pay You abuse elegant rules when you use clichàs [Marc 7] They got you sittin' on the edge of your seat [Chali 2na] Creatin' beef [Marc 7] Mark of the beast Code on the street Cease and decease [Chali 2na] Never the least [Marc 7] Let me repeat The situation gets sticky like the badge on police [Chali 2na] We individually driven in the beginnin' We winnin' Six men and a venomous independent decision and clear vision Pretendin' was never a possibility I got to kill it Because I want to be it The poet to win a Pulitzer Prize Who wouldn't survive? [Marc 7] The fullest of vibes [Chali 2na] Deliberate surprise [Marc 7] When bullets the size [Chali 2na] Of quarters arrive [Marc 7] And slaughter your lives [All] We trying to counteract that [Chali 2na] Unifying these ballers and backpacks With Knowledge- -Fact-Tracks Chorus [Soup] Yo, my soul, infiltrate birth control And control guns Huey P used to hold I breathe life and through the 60's Voted most likely to get busy Inner city flash jiggy burn Phillies and things And we boogie to the bang Sunshine and rain Why you cats be talkin' that pimp crap in jail I corresponded with a nigga who can barely spell I know the situation oh so well (so well) I done seen it in 3D It ain't hard to tell Why you bang for your turf chain girl or your man I be banging for Islam in a spot in Sudan Cuz I can't solve or stop or put foot to this The hottest brother on the block couldn't cook to this J5 drop the verse beat hook to this And if you want a fly jam you should look to this So... [All] Raise the level, bass bottom to treble Forever keep it ghetto Funk and heavy metal Fuck the devil Unify the rebel Whistle like a kettle With a fly acapello Smooth and mellow Locked load and settle Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow Taste and swallow, lead and never follow Break it like a bottle Inspire like a role model Chorus

Trials And Tribulations

D Sisive
featuring Instinct Crib notes fell out of your pocket speedwalking from lost battles Your soul fled the spot but physical caught in shackles Poison in your apple turn your princess to my mistress Verbal fitness landing where my fist is Your only witness was blinded with alert With the verse I make the world orbit in reverse You run fast when your eyes catch me taking off my pen cap Drill a hole in your middle and place your skin on a coat rack Release spit fire, unleash causes decease Cut out your own Adam's Apple and feed it to Eve As MC, Im reaching higher than THC Blood levels in devils and crack fiends on drug scenes Chattering knees slowly collapse as you rest You freezing at 90 degrees, but see me in sweat Your skills are in debt by my presence you start stuttering Use your last breath and say Instingt while muttering * Hook * (X2) I try, but I fail, and times will prevail all my problems through the Trials and Tribulations Situations tell the tail, but I'm tipping the scale, bidding farewell to all the Trials and Tribulations My manifestation be the cause of cancellation, underachievers be facing The penetration, while the impatient begins their pacing On a daily basis, Style , I'm hearing basics, While You keep rehearsing your versatile sound, I'm stomping through the underground At profound speeds, leaving the quaterbacks receiving sacks when the present MC lacks The opportunity to lock shit down like Steve Sax, your third eye gets cataracts when my forth eye attacks Your counteracts Cause you're bound to be wack, and I'm talently stacked Imitations be changing when I challenge three packs The wannabee macks Split chromosones while my ribosomes Attack immune systems with tighter grips to hold their own Radiation's be blazing, damaging ozones And I'm not just saying I'm the illest, I'll carve it in stone To prolong my stay at home, then my dome Leaves my follicles thrown, when my knowledge is grown from parts unknown, the... Spectators be impressed, therfore my celly gets stressed With reputations like Elliot Ness, relieved by bunning the non-delicate cess, travelling throughout my chest Unravelling talent within Distracting my vision Taking control of my system, not double digits, I kicked 187 words of wisdom So check the message I'm listing Styles are persistent, lines keep a crowd vibrating during the intermission While the other acts are switching My coalition will cold crush ya', microphone touchers Kicking straight lyrics while you're bisexual like Usher Then we'll rush ya', eliminating wackness from the T dot And my rhymes are so sick my mic needs a Hepatitis B shot...cause * Hook * (X2)

Korrupt World

TWISTA "Adrenaline Rush"
[hook] Hold all of the murderin' up, if you gotta bust a cap then aim it up If you religious praise it up, if you gotta get high then blaze it up For the ones who never gave it up, Take a champagne glass and raise it up Agony was the feelin' when I saw his blood spilling Poppin' lip and taking over his tip is why he had to kill him Now his bodies in chalk and no longer can talk so then a life is lost Somebody tricked off and the killer was caught So now his lifes his cost You might get caught So to make a move these motherfuckers is petrified All the best that tried won't even slide So just bless the rest that died Is it a test of pride when inside You grip a trigger but you didn't wanna pull it Could it be a motherfucker that you notice On the other side of the bullet Should it matter now you figure fuck it I'ma waste him It's just a murda for the nation But some end up locked up, broke up For felonies and over overly motherly abrasion Now in front of me encased in a coffin is a body With people around sad and froze Teardrops and rain But folks didn't really feel the pain until the casket closed I was drastic chose and the mother threw a frown Even though the gunner was found Cause it seems like yesterday when he was running around Now he under the ground cause they gonna get down in these streets Even though you pack a piece for heat these niggaz urgin' to bust The game ain't the same so stay away from the curb If you out there serving em' up and [hook (repeat)] w/ 'make a toast to yourself for survivng in a world that's so corrupt' Agony was the feelin' when I saw his blood pouring Tragedy mess a man look in the mirror then I see the stud mourning As these streets erases others it encase a brother You had enough heart to waste this brother But could you face his mother I was faced with other Type of problems that had held me back Couldn't tell me jack now I'm gone in my own zone You ain't gotta tell me that so me trail me back to a time When a motherfucker 'd lost his will survive Me and my folks had to hustle and steal for a meal Eat or had to kill to survive I remember when you had my back When the relative passed and my momma cried When the house caught flames You collapsed in my arms when you heard that father d' died I take drama in stride Even though I had to go through a thing to get myself together Still suffer but the worst is gone So it's on till' the roamin' man have his shelter But if I end up back on the streets again and I had to recieve my fate Smoke weed at the wake so the pain and hate escapes To keep the kids straight Cause you did straight if your seed proceed As long as they keep learning and keep growing up Right now we survive in a place that's full of doubt And about to self-destruct [hook x2] Visualize in invisible eyes how I individualize Critical cries of pitiful skies that rain pain upon the ghetto land Where the unforgettable dies Subliminal lies mean a motherfucker never gone make it If he don't peep it and keep it in check soon Womb to the tomb death is in the next room If a nigga ain't realizin' a k's and tech's doom Let's assume another brother wanna laugh at you I think he just took a blast at you You won't have it you killed him There go the trigger try to kick it but his niggas coming after you Telling you a stranger must be crazy To step it to a motherfucker that's dangerous Cause it's a gang of us throwin' knuckles in the scuffle If we have two things of bust It's cocaine to us and my brains to dust I represent you up there so I try Long as I leave my enemy bust vacinity crushed I don't really give a fuck if I die So why lie my people should be glad to survive in the land of the lost It's a plan of the boss leaving motherfuckers dying With their grandmother's hand on the cross So I take a stand when I talk ran instead of walked To chalk another victory How you did the caper hid the paper Breaking other niggas off is a mystery With the chemicals and drugs all of these criminals and thugs Just keep comin' up better watch yourself ain't no love in the streets In a ghetto of a world that's corrupt [hook]

Chuck Person

[Sample: Sin City] And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you. It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill. And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him. [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo Time on my hands Running fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee Hit the Jackie Rob Cop the Hershey Spark the bark for the ride back to the Galaxy Back, back, down, forward, kick That's a fatality For Liu Kang, turn to a dragon then a raven Ain't no professor that can fuck with this verbatim Your style is prenatal I got the hand that rock the cradle Fully auto mac under the table Jewish platters, kreplach soups and sable If you ain't stable, don't hang around cause I enable Drug use, dick sucks from a fiend Rib eye steaks that still on a bone Me and my team shine Like hologram fishscale right off the Greek coast Toast to greats with bubbles Three states, three cases, no traces I'm the ace to shovels So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!) Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong Where you think you're gonna run to when the tears gone And reality set just like the sun do Ain't trying to have my babies raised up in the slum, true! [Sample: Sin City] C'mon, you son of a bitch. Damn, he's slick. [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] No love for snitch niggas trying to serenade the precinct Singing about granulated onions that ain't used for seasoning My mind is off, this life gave me a different type of reasoning I'm so New York that I could rep it from a different region Slay heffers, Ottomanelli's got 'em in telly's We eat good, Turkish cuisine, Ottoman belly's We sit in whips and our whips sit on Pirelli's While we're getting dick sucks, my whole team is Akinyele's Put in their mouth, let 'em give 'em second chances I'm known for finger banging bitches giving table dances Open my flip book, see me posted in the sickest stances Glorious garments, you could get some style by taking glances Red snapper, taken apart, put back together Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!) Same routine, another day, a new endeavor I usually rock a power piece under a Polo leather [Verse 3: Shaz Illyork] I write left, think right, need the box tight Mind blowing dome cause I always eat the box right Make believers out of haters, haters out of homies Bring my fam to the top so I ain't lonely I'm with the team, cuisine like we celebrating Contemplate the takeover when we delegating Get it shaking like a dancer at Perfections Catch us in a European coupe, it's never rented, kid Been getting it, circle full of amateurs See great rappers smoking seeded up cannabis Fucking embarrassment, we cooler than a Vick's rub You the type to trick it all night at a strip club I'm the type to bag a stripper out front Take her back, line a twenty up and get my shit sucked (Yeah!) That's what you do when you flyer than Goldblum Purple label loafers, paying homage to the old school [Verse 4: AG Da Coroner] I'm from Brooklyn, the reason why I walk with a bop Same reason I don't fuck with the cops My borough is thorough, if any nigga try to tell me it's not I'll leave his face bloodied up, all covered in knots We break bread at the table with made niggas and sip wine And graduate from little niggas, now we living big time I'm in a state of mind like Nas in his prime That real New York talk, home of gritty and grime Check it, I got the cleanup, Bronsonelli's batting leadoff Your mother's mouth is the place where I drop my seeds off Hop in the Lamborghini, middle finger speed off D's are getting P'd off, they're present, drop the weed off I'm like a cross between Stoudemire and Carmelo Half these New York whack rappers are soft as Jell-O Since a little nigga, always been a fly fellow Went from dark brown skin into a high yellow

Ready to Rumble

MYSTIKAL "Let's Get Ready"
Let's start something dog Let's make it happen [Chorus - repeat 2X] I rock (I rock) I roll (I roll) I come to tear the world up - Let's Get Ready to Rumble!! I shut'em down shut'em down You ready for war start fightin' start fightin' I come is this cut to get paid to bust flow I come for the gumbo They know me for kickin' they ass from here to El Segundo Lets get ready to rumble!!! Spit sparks, spit flames the coldest thing up under the sun though Spending your money on them suckers your wastin you time cause I'm the one hoe! Smokin' that blunt smoke Stay out of my front doo' Swung with the blast, I've never been matched I hop on the track like a jump rope I come with the guillotine to cut throat Holdin' it down messin ya'll up with the rest of them suckers be umcho Me YEAH, blessed if you don't know Packin' big bone heavy struture and hung low Wreckin ball nuts it touch the flo' If it's on yo' chest then just let me know I hope you don't think I'm runnin' I know you don't think I'm scared You must of forgot who the hell that I am The man with the braids - BEWARE!! That's yo' ass mister post man Sucka stompin' and swingin' with both hands!! [Chorus 1.5X] Watch out (OOHH) Bats and pipes - broken bottles, glass, and knives Jump in the mix and don't handle yo' business somebody turn out yo' lights!! You'll be gettin' yo' stupid self up askin' the people 'Which one of ya'll hit me' I don't know the way you went down look like the ground was slippery Attack'em with sawed-offs, suckas get throwed off The party get called off, when suckas get sawed-offs I go give her my meat to meet and give it to her raw dog You, go get the () nasty, givin that stuff, get bought off I come with the real I be with them brothers with booted up grills We don't do promotions and shows that stuff don't pay my bills Keep it in the ballin' ballin', promoters callin' Videos jumpin' off sucka this the real New Orleans My neck of the woods, my side of the hood my part of town Thugs, drugs, and violence - y'alls is watered down When I perform I that calm And I'm the BOOM on the record I hit the studio and show'em All right yeah you right start fightin' Get it right keep in right we be hype Knockin'em down, throwin'em away, hittin'em hard Takin'em out, bustin' they head breakin'em off [Chorus [to fade]]

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