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REDMAN lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside

Da Journee

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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*

Black Boy

Cappadonna "The Pillage"
[Featuring U God] Yeah ninety six Park Hill style Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn Politic Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino Here we come right through your eardrum Dunn Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks You catch one trying to pretend you could win Headlock show the block kid counterattack Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil My technique is speak have you knocked out weak Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggaz can't stop Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up Cap the imperial, bring out new material You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head Wu is in town, catch the hand-off Prepare for my dancehall standoff Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him Here they come again through customs Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him Chorus: If it's alright with you it's alright with me We can take this rap game to a higher degree We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms These ninety-nine powerful circling swords Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean My path releases, volcanic acids Engage in the page activity is autographics Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and words plays over power practice might bust em The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams American hustler up and coming with a vengeance Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension one lesson motivation for my pistol profestation Slang person nailed now we move on a motation Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo Chorus


JOE BUDDEN "Halfway House"
[Heartbreak] Be advised, this kid is on his grind If greatness is what you seek I'm the nigga you will find (me!) I'm lyrically inclined - rap's like tacklin fish with no hook, you can't get 'em on the line Given a little time, Jersey City will prevail The writtens I'm spittin sound like I'm fishin for a whale (uh-huh) Of course I'm sicker, my flow off the Richter I'm forcin niggaz to get a bigger scale I gotta excel, so I sell X You're like Nextel, who you gon' tell next? (who?) Can't grind off packs cause y'all watchin 'em I ain't see a dime off rap cause y'all droppin 'em I go hard on tracks, ain't get a buck from it And as far as rats I hope the fucks plummet (fall) I like to mix karate with gunplay So all you dumb chumps get nunchucked to gun-butted The opposite of what y'all embrace The game wants lames that'll march in place Uh, one of the last from the Garden State that spit like he in a jungle goin hard with apes (nigga) [Joe Budden] L-look, look Comin up, used to grab the pound for a dollar Overseas, now prefer the pound over the dollar Fuckin with that water you get drowned somethin proper He act like an inmate but sound like a scholar I mean - hoppin out, chain danglin, poker grill Sober still, except for an occasional dose of pills Show the steel, all of it 'til it's overkill For Oprah bills I'll turn this bitch into Cloverfield! (nigga) I understand why niggaz ain't tryin to bond with me (why?) Fresh as a fuck, e'ry day is like the prom for me Rappers ain't fond of me, FRRUCK them, my mom should be The game's fixed anyway - and you could ask Tim Donaghy I'm on some all kinda weed, sleep where the piranhas be And honestly (f'real) I'm e'rything dudes be tryin to be I get money and haul off (now) While they at rock bottom, the poor guys can't even fall off (Joey!) I'm all Spartan, avoid the four sparkin Cause e'rything is funny 'til a nigga's George Carlin Not greedy, I just want a portion of the fortune If all rappers do is record, why would I call 'em? Look, I ain't heard of that (nah) And these haters (Killin' Me Softly) but I don't mind takin on Roberta's Flack I'm known to 1-8-7, murder tracks Go and tell whoever wan' know the king of Jers' is back!

Hard To Kill

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Method Man:] Yeah, play times over mutha phuckaz, Spice 1's defiantly in mutha phuckin' effect. You know what I'm saying bringing it to all you bitch ass niggaz, so raise up and recognize, and understand that this brother is hard to kill. [Spice 1:] I'm running this niggaz off their block taking their shit kicking it to the bitches. People cant lift off your spot I'm leaving your shit all up in stitches. nigga, Bullets go through the door, I'll shoot you and that ho, got a cap for each nigga fucking with my cash flow. Pid cap, be love cap pid, because in the neighborhood cause still kill at will. Gotta keep on my pistol on tight, slanging sugar delite, that china white got these niggaz killing each other tonight, sometimes a turf is like a war zone, or even Vietnam, not at the movies but you still see the died come. And a nigga catch a slug, caps' be pulled for fun foo, you got to watch your shit before we pull a ak on your own blood, se niggaz will stick you for your cash, that's when they enter the t-shirt contest to super soak their ass. So Method Man show these niggaz the deal. Let these mutha phuckaz know that your hard to kill. [Method Man:] Who dat nigga You on with me with the super fly Methtical nigga. Who want to die For year nigga. Wow, even try to test sides. Challenger your the bird with my 45 cabolar. Can it be that this is the S.P.I.C.E. 1 and the method mutha phucka with the guns blazing You trail, my god, its amazing. Where your punk at Nightmares like Wes Craven. The bigger the critter, the harder to pull the trigga. I'll send your ass back to the dark side nigga. Your a snake, I've seen you sliver, so I deliver with death. We'll throw your punk ass in the river. On the battle ship I'm the captain. Beat that ass bloody as I send it to the camp. Tical! [Chorus] S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah. S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah. S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah. [Spice 1:] Blah! These mutha phuckaz nutz if you want to murder me, harder to kill than your average mutha phuckin' G. Rollz with the uzi with that shit that will make your body drop. Cause if your shot, tic toc and you don't stop. Nigga, down for my strap niggaz on their back, no rat-tat-tat so its on the map. Died come again, coming straight out of my jaws, got these niggaz screaming out paws, pistol grip and breaking out their jaws. yeah, so you don't want to fuck with me, many niggaz out there to go nuts with me. And even on your block smoke them like a fucked up bell, cant be caught by no Po-Po's cant be put in no slammer. I don't be fucking with no snitches, aint no body going to tell, leave your dick in the dirt, and yo momma as well. New York to Cali niggaz are hard to kill, Shit is too real, your a ignorant mutha fucka if your not riding with your steal. [Chorus] S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah. S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah. S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea. S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea. 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 [Outro: Spice 1] Capping your ass for the 94, what you know Grab your glock. Blah! Me burst out first 'Mon. We are in 7000 G.


AZ "A.W.O.L"
[Animal] It's another interlude motherfucker You know it's Animal the Mixtape Bully nigga, MTB You know how I do it the way I do it when I do it the way I do it Motherfucker stab you in your throat with a icepick Shoot you in the face with a beebee gun Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete I'ma do it, you heard? My motherfuckin nigga A, it's the closin of the album nigga I salute you nigga, for never bein a bitch For never bein a bitch-ass nigga [music starts] Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the game Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back Niggaz doin mixtapes and comin back Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and comin back Keep comin back baby, you in the top five man Y'all niggaz pay The Source for mics man Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga from the streets I respect you man, close it out like this, 2-double-oh-5 Fuck the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. take it [AZ] I am one of the flyest, crew is like the Al'Qaeda's We war like in the mess halls of Elmyra Bodies get caught, predicate spells is higher Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's fire All-nighters, upscale attire In car get new cars you and your mans admire Young messiah, back bottom guns for hire I am that what the rap contracts require Ghostwriter, coast to coast cyphers I do this for them grown men in diapers that don't like us Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to Riker's is priceless Reminiscin on past life fights with Cypress Hung lifeless, sprung from financial crisis Never ran, I stand amongst the righteous AZ-Q, dark denimy V suits His, arson is lethal, only pardon his people so Just ask it open the closed casket Coke or the dope acid I'm back on that old Shaft shit Got my ratchets, army fatigue jacket Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush Bravehearted, fuck if they say squash it We remain the largest, we invade regardless Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford It's hard to explain my artwork One for the haters, two for the true and the raiders I know dudes who eat your food with a razor It's major, barbaric, brutal behavior Called addict, I talk about the jewelry later My respect is for the DL cartel connects And the crews that came through and left arise well effect Finesse, big boys only play with the best It's no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the 'jects I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin collect Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and depressed Claimin he stressed did a 3 still facin the stress I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin your death So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh You know the deal, I pray they process your appeal Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel And I'ma drive 'til the gas run out Either crash or a wrap 'til a smash come out We them real niggaz

Farewell Summer

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! Lot been goin on these past three months If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you Let's see, summer of oh-ten Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+ Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum" We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin Either way it's over, you failed to understand You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the 4th Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!" I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes "Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy I'ma keep whippin until I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind 'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up Cause I done been an all-star on all bars My dad left, and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

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