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Insolence lyrics - Revolution

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What's Up Essa? Strike like a deadly venom When I hit 'em Im out to get 'em Shredder ya Like the predator Who's the one putin it down With the straight madness INS the baddest And Cypress wit the status Correct All the terrorist militia Gonna have to get ya Dog eat dog world we're all gonna miss ya To bad terrible things could straight happen In the blast with the mad sounds as Im rappin 1-2 1-2 Comin out swingin hard Swing hard swinging hard swing swinging hard 1-2 1-2 Comin out swingin hard Swing hard swinging hard swing swinging hard Like I said before I'm taking you label whores Down for the count with my big 44 Run in your store Make you lay on the floor Ahh shit wait I got some more I'm coming with the ill tactics That suckuz said is brutal Like the Chinese torture And that African voodoo I got fools down for years Put in work until the end If you fuck with Sen-Dog and the Insolence 1-2 1-2 Comin out swingin hard Swing hard swinging hard swing swinging hard 1-2 1-2 Comin out swingin hard Swing hard swinging hard swing swinging hard We cannot be faded We cannot be faded The INS Crew on an insane campaign Commin out swingin only when we maintain A super mad stoner status Showin up at your house with my glass apparatus Just like a samurai Blind to the naked eye Hari-Kari lifestyle now you have to die Crews far inferior Wrecking stop cutting through your interior Far superior 1-2 1-2 Comin out swingin hard Swing hard swinging hard swing swinging hard 1-2 1-2 Comin out swingin hard Swing hard swinging hard swing swinging hard 1-2 1-2 Comin out swingin hard Swing hard swinging hard swing swinging hard 1-2 1-2 Comin out swingin hard Swing hard swinging hard swing swinging hard We cannot be faded We cannot be faded

I'm Coming Swinging

ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) "Medicine Bag"
[Talking] Bring it to the ring Stick and Move Let's see who the last man standin You fucking wit a killa for real Bitch! [Verse 1] This time I'm comin swingin With my hatchet high I'm about to let it loose Cause it's do or die Go ahead and tell somebody Spread the word to the streets ABK done lost his mind Now he's disturbed his peace Hey I don't give a shit And you could let it be know And Imma let it be shown Mother fucker I'm grown Imma swing if I want to And you can't stop me It's too hard to do if ya weak and sloppy Put yo fist up Swing em til somebody cries Supersize a hater up with a order of knuckle fries Let em see just how we doin And what it's like to have somebody comin after you Watch out! [Chorus x4] Go tell everybody ya know That everybody ya know Tell everybody ya know This time I'm comin swingin [Verse 2] So I'm a psycho I could deal wit it Ain't no thang It's ok I agree I love bringin the pain And I'm not the only who loves they hatchet Swinging it with perfection From plenty of practice I'm just a native That's out for kill It's time to battle So understand I'm comin for real I don't think when it happens It just comes to me And if I can't walk away I stand so they can see [Talking] When you step into the ring, ready to do yo thang Come swingin, What!, Come swingin If they love to talk cause a fights what they want Come swingin, What!, Come swingin [Chorus] The hatchet warrior, yet another psychopathic, known to kill anyone in his, [Verse 3] Sharp like an axe blade Swift on my feet Born to come hard With my animal instincts Nightcrawlin to watch yo health I'm the sound that you hear when you by yourself Like a killa on the streets I be that's me Comin hotter than the sun cause I'm bringin the heat So if you Rollin wit me come on It's time to get the show on And bring it to these mother fuckers Actin like they so grown Break em down like a bag of some boot weed And tell them you ain't someone to defeat Put it out there so that it's known That the hatchet better come swingin or go home [Chorus x8]

Swingin'

Cledus T. Judd "Cledus T. Judd (No Relation)"
John Anderson (J. Anderson/L. Delmore) Polygram Imternational Publishing, Inc.(ASCAP) Let's dance!!! UH... (Yes ma'am... Is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance? Uh yea ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight. Where we going? I'll tell you where we're going... Swinging) There's a little girl, living in my neighborhood Her name is Charlotte Johnson mmm mmm lookin good I had to go and see her, so I called her on the phone Walked over to her house, and this was goin' on Her brother was on the sofa, eatin' chocolate pie Her momma was in the kitchen cuttin' chicken up to fry Her daddy was in the back yard rollin up a garden hose And I was on the porch with Charlotte feelin' love down to my toes Chorus: And we were swingin' (swinging) Yeah we were swingin' (swinging) Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing I can't believe it started on the front porch in a swing Just swingin' (swingin) Just swingin' (swingin) Now Charlotte she's a darlin she's the apple of my eye When I'm on the swing with her it makes me oh so high Now Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring I can't believe it started on her front porch in the swing Chorus Repeat Chorus Here we go... Me and Charlotte sittin on the porch swing Eating moon pies sipping on the Real Thing Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam Honey please you're my daughter I guess she forgot all the things I taught her Shot gun blast my ears ringing on the front porch... UH Chorus That's what we were doing Swinging There's your money in the bank...two step to that There's a little girl, living in my neighborhood Her name is Charlotte Johnson mmm mmm lookin good Now Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring I can't believe it started on her front porch in a swing Here we go... Me and Charlotte sittin on the porch swing Eating moon pies sipping on the Real Thing Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam Honey please you're my daughter I guess she forgot all the things I taught her Shot gun blast my ears ringing on the front porch... UH CHORUS That's what we were doing Swinging There's your money in the bank...two step to that Don't touch that knob there might be some JAM ON IT... Too much jam on it Too much jam on it Too much jam on it

Comin' Home

MONTELL JORDAN "This Is How We Do It"
I'm comin' home I said I'm comin' home I'm comin' home I said I'm comin' home I just can't wait to get back home I'm comin' home (Back to L.A.) I said I'm comin' home I'm comin' home (Ba-back to L.A.) I said I'm comin' home I'm comin' home (Back to L.A.) I said I'm comin' home (Ba-back to L.A.) Damn, it's good to be back home In city streets where I used to roam The neighborhood has changed But somethin' always stays the same Liquor stores on every other block I see my homies so I make a stop And though I'm tempted I won't fall back in the game My next stop is filled with love Because it's moms and pops I'm thinkin' of As I get closer, I smell the Bar-B-Q And as I step into the yard My grandma shouts 'I praise the Lord' And so do the honeys, uh This'll be so cool To be back home Where I belong I'm back in L.A. Where I used to stay Where I long to be This is home for me Back in L.A. As the party starts to coolin' out You know me, and here's what I'm thinkin' 'bout Gettin' with a cutie 'Cause I don't have much time (My flight leaves at nine) Should I go with the one that I know well? Or swing a new one back to my hotel? It really doesn't matter 'Cause all of them are so fine Now, um, uh I think I know what kind of woman you are So what would you do for a Klondike bar? Would you swing from a chandelier? Or maybe whisper 'oh Monty' with your tongue in my ear I tell ya girl, if you're the one that I choose I'm knockin' boots and pumps And any other kind of shoes And you could keep my drawers as memoirs Of my last day, when Monty Swing was back in L.A. Where I belong This is home for me I'm back in L.A., yeah Where I long to be Back in L.A. Oh oh, oh oh As a tear comes to my eye It's so hard to say goodbye I would like to stay, but I got other plans So I tip my cap with ease I treasure all those precious memories 'Cause I got to get back out to all of my fans Now it's off to Atlanta GA And I might stop in D.C. on the way Chillin' on the east coast But just a little while But no matter where I go I will always let you know That I'm singing this South Central L.A. style And I'm back home Where I belong I'm back in L.A. Where I used to stay Where I long to be This is home for me Back in L.A. Oh oh, oh oh I'm chillin' on Crenshaw On 54th Street On 4th Avenue This might be new to you But I'm goin' on home This is where I belong I'm back in L.A. Oh oh, oh oh

Heaven

BRYAN ADAMS "Cuts Like A Knife"
Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothin' can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart It isn't too hard to see We're in heaven Oh - once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feelin' down Ya - nothin' could change what you mean to me Oh there's lots that I could say But just hold me now Cause our love will light the way Chorus I've bin waitin' for so long For somethin' to arrive For love to come along Now our dreams are comin' true Through the good times and the bad Ya - I'll be standin' there by you

Da Journee

REDMAN "Dare Iz A Darkside"
Switch... [Dr. Trevis] Hahahahahahaaaa! Come with us Come take the elevator shift six billion feet beneath Where the Def Squad dwells Where your dreams and imaginations is only loose change in a motherfucker's pockets This is Dr. trevis coming to you live from WFDS We're From the DarkSide radio Niggaz, better get your flashlights cause it's pitchblack! [Redman] I travel the Milky Ways, and the stars of the Gods Then return six billion feet beneath to get cigars My lyrical format sounds off like gun claps Underground, where you need flashlights and hard hats My mind is ten levels deeper than Jacob's Ladder Batter the paragraph, after your gall bladder will shatter Nyphomaniac on track when I Flex like Funkmaster Flex you can bet I'm not playing with a full deck! I go far beyond acting hard and pullin triggers I just wanna die and come back as the Nile on the river Zone until I figured, how to wake up in the morning And the corners of my mouth be like foamin when I'm open Y'all neighborhood roughnecks, I cause a threat My silhouette, who pack smacks niggaz just like Treach Comin through comin through, put your hands on your handfun Cause I'm crazy off that chronic from my man grandson I shoot to kill, puff blunts in Hooterville I be murderin MC's from up here to Urbantown I sweat dark, when I get off my shit ock Yoyoyo that's that's E and them! Yo word up Yo what's going on Yo chill chill chill chill *car squeels, bullets fire and ricochet* *tires squeel and car crashes*

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