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HAYSTAK lyrics

Been Stoned Kids

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been stoned kids ten million strong and blowing were been stoned kids ten million strong FUCK purple syrup on my white tee im feeling nicely smoking on that light green im pilled out eating v's and ??? if i fall asleep i may never wake up Stak wake up the weed mans here well ima roll a blunt why dont you go get some beer gonna get inebriated guess its just became a habbit do this on a daily basis safe to say we have to have it blunt boxes roaches pill bottles all through the crib you can see that im no role model bottles in the trash can we dont be recycling its had to remember when your drunk and eating vicodin uhh but anyway thats another 16 god damnit warren b what did i do with that green he say we smoked it all i say we smoked it all well lemme give my folks a call chillen wheres the alcohol cauz (Chorus) I hate coming down touching the fucking ground guess im a junkie because i stay with some kind of buzz X2 One day im in houston and im trying to get blue my homie turned me on to some dj screw and that tussin ex down there they drink it like cris after a few sips i start feeling like this body feeling numb everythings gettin slow sounds like this musics playing in its original tempo tingling sensation talk about a killer feeling boy that syrups like a psychedlic penacillin sips turn to swallows and now im really gone you can see the lights a shining but it aint no body home i dozed off with a blunt in my hand woke up the next morning smoking man cauz (Chorus) I hate coming down touching the fucking ground guess im a junkie because i stay with some kind of buzz X2 demerol, morphine, nepadrine, codeine, gone on them hydrocodone im outa my body outa my mind outa my zone the porch lights on but i said nobody home pupils swollen heart rolling now im sinking in my whole shits tingling ooooo ??? feel like ahhh body feels like blah oh my god i feel like im 62 pounds and an ounce feet swinging from a cloud lookin down at the ground WOW xanex valums coladapins floating and i may never come down again nope higher than a hippy in a helicopter stak wont wake up somebody call a doctor man you better not touch that phone i feel good than a mother fucker leave me alone cauz (Chorus) I hate coming down touching the fucking ground guess im a junkie because i stay with some kind of buzz X2 ive got issues but then again who doesnt doesnt i woulda lost it long ago if i wasnt buzzing buzzin X2

Cry No More

Cross Movement
~~chorus~~ One day I won't cry no more Can't wait for the day when people won't die no more Daddy's won't say, bye no more; lie no more In the streets bullets won't fly no more Won't feel no pain no more Won't have to push, pull, won't have to strain no more Won't have to walk lame no more Won't have to play the game no more. One day we takin off baby and ever since the Lord saved me I've been waitin for the day we can say, it's all gravy It's all crazy tryin seeing to see life when its all hazy How can I persist to do right when I'm all lazy? Feel me? Too much pain it all ails me Vexed, cause I can feel the effects of the Fall daily The pain in my chest it strong, let's get on Come Lord, quick, bring on the eschaton End the search, start the new earth, flex your true worth Honor your Son, let Him come, perfect the new birth And We don't gotta prove that God is cool Just know when God is thru no more godless rule So I'm anxious to praise the Ancient of Days My brain's still amazed at how I can see that pain is a phase Soon to be eclipsed at the Son's return When we get what He gives and not what we've earned ~~Chorus~~ There's coming a day that'll be much better than now No more hurts. no more work by the sweat of your brow No more drunk drivers drivin all out of control No more flats and being stuck on the side of the road Believe me, no more turning on the T.V Seeing kids say, for the price of coffee you can feed me In fact, no more anthrax in the mail No jail, no blizzards, no twisters, no hail It'll be the end of rain and the end of planes Being highjacked and flown into window panes It'll be nice just, imagine a world that'll be righteous No more Middle East crisis No more drugs, and no more thugs and pimps No more beat-downs, and no more getting mugged for timbs No need for ramps cause no need for wheel chairs No need for weaves cause you'll feel your real hair ~~Chorus~~ *Bridge* One day when this life is over we will live forever together with our king Christ is the Rock and believe me the Rock's steady He drops heavy, so stop screaming I'm not ready God said He's coming like a thief kid so peep it He'll creep it's meant to be unknown like a secret This is what many are having beef with Gods rotiseree style can make a brothers teeth grit Cause He's quick but according to our concept of speed Looking at man He thought about the depth of our need So what this means is, He's not slow, the King is Waitin to bring kids into Christ where real Bling is So they can sing His praise because they've seen this God spill His blood to show love at its zenith He proved He cut for them Look what He gave up for them Paid His life since you can't pay bucks for sin Justice then teamed up with longsuffering Big ups to Him who gave you and me time to trust in Him ~~Chorus~~

Don't Tell Em

JEREMIH "Late Nights: The Album"
[Intro - DJ Mustard:] Mustard on the beat, ho! [Hook - Jeremih:] Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fucking like no other Don't you tell 'em what we do [Chorus - Jeremih:] Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even You ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even You ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em [Verse 1 - Jeremih:] Know you say you down with it Won't tell 'em how you hit the ground with it Girl, you know I'm from Chicago, I act a fool Bobby Brown with it In it, nobody take me out though You got gifts bring 'em down to the south pole Marathon doll gon' puttin' miles Don't you worry 'bout it might gon' work it out Only it's you got me feeling like this Oh why, why, why, why Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's right, right, right, right, right [Hook - Jeremih:] Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fucking like no other Don't you tell 'em what we do [Chorus - Jeremih:] Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even You ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even You ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em [Verse 2 - Jeremih:] Dely full, full with it But you know I know what to do with it I get it at, girl, I'm talking laps As if you got to pull with it And since she ain't with your best friend Then let me be your down with You know you feeling how your boy press play Just keep that ass re-winding Only it's you got me feeling like this Ooh why, why, why, why, why Loving while grabbing the rhythm your hips That's right, right, right, right, right [Hook - Jeremih:] Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fucking like no other Don't you tell 'em what we do [Chorus - Jeremih:] Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even You ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even You ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em [Verse 3 - YG:] Throw it up 9-3-4, 8-6-1-6 I gotta missed call from your bitch She been plotting on me for a cool minute She wanna' suck my dick, and I'm cool with it I like her in the shower, when it's wet and fresh It's that twitter pussy I met on the internet On my late-night thirsty, 'cause it was late-night and I was thirsty Girl, I been to that county girl, I ain't telling Handcuff me to the bed, girl, it ain't no bailing I keep a stack of hundreds like I keep a secret If anything you were just exploring, you wasn't cheating She got my number stored under fake names Her nigga think she faithful, but she running game YOLO, so take me out these Polos And we can fuck from Uno to Ocho [Bridge - Jeremih:] Only it's you got me feeling like this Oh why, why, why, why Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's right, right, right, right, right [Hook - Jeremih:] Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl, I guess that must be you Body like the summer, fucking like no other Don't you tell 'em what we do [Chorus - Jeremih:] Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even You ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em You ain't even You ain't even gotta tell 'em Don't tell 'em Don't tell 'em

WTF Collective 2

JON LAJOIE "I Kill People"
MC Confusing back in this bitch With a parking sandwich and a chicken ticket I got a liquid face lift from a fig with big tits And my wrist got twisted by a Brit with fake spit And you don't understand it, 'cause you're not supposed to Like a candy cane snake in a jealous cartoon And I'm gonna leave soon, but first I need to Drink a Chevy chase face and rape Robocop 2 Yo, I'm MC Historical Inaccuracy I drop lyrical bombs like Hiroshima in '73 I write rhymes like Shakespeare when he wrote Ann Frank's Diary Which is about the civil war of 1812 in Germany I'm like the Spanish inquisition when they killed Jesus And Abe Lincoln's suicide was the theme for my thesis Like Moses when I focus I can split the Red sea Like he did in 1950 with the Chinese army I'm MC Don't Know How to Pluralize Word I got so many rhyme and I sleep with all the girl When there's more than one of something you're supposed to pluralize But I never learned that through all the year I've been alive Hello, I'm MC Canadian Stereotype I'm about to get started, so let me get off the ice But I don't want any trouble, and I am always polite Now let's hop on my snowmobile, and I will tell you what I like But first I'll turn of curling and turn down Avril Lavigne Et j'vais dire une phrase en francais, parce qu'ici on est bilingue Oh boy, I fell of my igloo and I hurt my knee Let's go to the hospital, don't worry, here in Canada it's free, eh MC Fatigue, did you miss me I'll be awake for five minutes, 'cause I had a coffee I'll try to get through my verse, but I really don't know I drank that coffee about five minutes ago (snoring) They hired me again to sing this motherfucking chorus I haven't found a fucking job yet so I gotta do this bullshit (I can't take it, I'm done) I don't think I can sing another fucking chorus I think I'm gonna jump off a bridge, or shoot myself like Kurt Cobain did (I think my dad has a gun) I'm MC Knows Too Many Facts About Bees 15 miles per hour is their average speed A queen can lay up to 3000 eggs in a day Just because I know a lot about bees doesn't mean that I'm gay I'm also MC In the Closet Homosexual I hide it 'cause it's easier to be heterosexual We can't even get married in most states here in America It's fucked up Gay marriage is legal here, in Canada I'm MC Homophobic Fucking Asshole Being gay is evil and it is unnatural Jesus said to love thy neighbour, but only if they are straight Penises go in vaginas, anything else is just insane I'm MC Extremely Inappropriate Rhymes I shake things up like J-fox when I get on the mic And I drop my enemies just like Christopher Reeves' horse Then I put them to sleep, like Heath Ledger of course (woah) I'm MC Extremely Politically Correct I disagree with the previous MC's lyrical content It's offensive, insensitive and in very bad taste Just like that guy who wrote that song when Michael Jackson passed away Yo, MC Final Verse here to end this song One was enough, we didn't need a sequel Jon Make a fourth Show Me Your Genitals or another Normal Guy But for now let's end this stupid song with a suicide This is the last time that I will ever sing a chorus My dad's gun was in his closet and I'm gonna end this bullshit (I had a good run) I'm gonna pull the trigger as soon as I finished the chorus Sayonara and farewell, I guess I'll see you all in hell (Four, three, two, one)

Soul Rebels

TALIB KWELI "Reflection Eternal"
(Kweli) We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) It lives for us we don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop), it lives for us (repeat 3x) It's the eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da dro' Soul rebels trap up, we got a long way to go Before this here blow like a volcano we get eternal, this is what you waitin' for, you try to front and play the role When you more like a pimp who pay the ho With my name up in your mouth like fellatio I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio Underground classics is what they used to say before Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose They hate it, cuz they know if they don't get it, then they may be slow We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo We all got babies so we embrace the taste of dough But y'all already know so I ain't gotta say no mo' (Chorus, Maseo) De La is whatcha need, Reflection is whatcha need We got the masters of the ceremonies, blessin' emcees lip professin' emcees From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D Let me hear you scream out loud if you're somebody Party to party, body to body, when we come into the jam we do it wildstyle (Posdnous) Yo! I'm homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain It's the extravaganza we glad you came, made only for them heads, it's infra-red Aim For such a world figure, we got figures to gain (don't sleep on a nigga) I ain't Icabod Crane get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame While these girls throw me plenty like jenny to jane Ain't some old school G poppin' memory lane, been on it future robotic Since the day I came If you don't know Plug Wonder Why is my name Most recognized leo with my size in mane, matter a fact track is simple and Plain, Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain, Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the game (and De La) oh fo' sho' We be shinin' the same (Chorus) (Dave) Y'all think these challengers is here to make a man fold Shoot I've been holdin' these joints since I was yea old Came to confirm the fact that I've been on the payroll Stay cold til one day make it hot and fade old Continue til I'm dyin, rottin' out gray and old I told them fool before they pass they have to pay toll While I've been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of greens Baby yams you know it stay soul, pre-natal, But they want to come spit your way so, so was I supposed to go and say no, Right emcees some walking straight, some take the gay stroll I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples I'm from LI we take it far as out as naples And scrape hoes who'll be willing to take clothes off (off) See once you bet it all against reflects eternal, you lose every rapper on a dept Y'all need to pay ya dues (Chorus)

Makin' Records

Maestro Fresh Wes "Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!"
INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking] Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money? [Mac] Yo what's up? Chill [Maestro] Word. I remember back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what I m saying. That's all I'm saying. You get your porps an dloot the whole nine. Word (word). I think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what I'm saying. [Mac] Brothers gotta wake up man [Maestro] Word, word man CHORUS X4 [Studio People] You gotta wake up, you gotta gotta wake up [Maestro] Check it, it's all about makin' records [Maestro] Everyday I wake up, I thank God 'Cause I never had to kill, never had to rob Always had a job The industry's hard, full of frauds But I never pulled a card on the boulevard I just work hard Ask a vet about disaster, you hafta Be able to get a label to blast your procraster- Nating the laughter, has to wait After you pass the snake, stay awake Hobbes That's the breaks You wanna make a record, check it You need more than your boys around your way giving you credit 'Cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular But take your contract to a lawyer to look after ya 'Cause labels have mastered the Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a spatula Snatch your Acura And all the bitches you wanted Are flaunted your riches are laugh at ya Cut you off like a dagger, support you like a laddere Your pockets ain't fatter, you be sadder So you better have a better strate-gy Can't you see It ain't healthy, nobody could tell me it's hell see Takes more than a dope LP to be wealthy Let me show you the path, you're going too fast You're choking your promotional staff, ain't no knowing the half They look and they laugh, and take time off Cut ya off, no loss you're just a write off Now you're feeling neglected and rejected Check it, it's all about makin' records CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes] You want to see pandemonia rip Well you're melodious shit You shackle and tackle by chicks, packing like Appleonia(?) six Having the hoes on your jock A smooth individual, your videos on Yo! and the Box Collecting your props, you think you're getting your nots Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya pops Ringing the bell, ringing 'em hell I'm telling them facts, black be clever you better rebel You're outta here like flash dance You and your wack stance Regroup from your advance, fat chance! You're say that you're only playing with your soul You're innovative, but they got creative control You're a puppet on a string, ain't got a fucking thing You can sing so they cling, 'cause they know thay going to bring Money with your rhyme but you're def dumb and blind Don't waste time nigger, sign that dotted line CHORUS X4 [Maestro Fresh Wes] Now in the studio, you got the stupid flow It doesn't matter tho, it's who you know You think you got it bad, girls got it the harder way Labels love to see a black woman in lingerie What's a broad to say when a label say we'll make you millions Buy clothes for your children, you know she hit the ceiling They sing for me, we'll bring you G's But injuries in the industry, could come instantly I see the way they make a G a day, but what a fee to pay Throwing and showing your T and A You're taking a blow, your ass you shake it to show Is raking the dough, but they played you and make you a ho You're a piece of meat, between the sheets 'Nuff brothers seek to reach you, to freak or so to speak Your Moms can't believe this, her daughter showing cleavage She's speachless, and says oh help me sweet Jesus Exposing the punanny, just to win a Grammy But when that ass is flabby, you gone, word to daddy Stop the degradation you're facing This information I'm raising to the Queens of my nation The shit can't prolong, goes strong And when you sing a slow song (baby keep your clothes on) Times are hard, many hearts are broken Some start to smoke, Farrakhan ain't joking When he said we're being setup So black men and women keep your head up When you're makin' records CHORUS X4 OUTRO - Farrakhan sample The greatest musicians, the greatest rap stars. The greatest black artists, are sitting here today. But I want you to know, you're being setup. By the smarter that is coming down.

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