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REDMAN lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside

Noorotic

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Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin seatbelts If you need to get high, there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment I can't tell y'all what the weather's like cuz my radio's fucked up And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty Don't panic, take one more hit off the oxygen mask Calmly put your hands between your legs And kiss your black ass goodbye!! I'm swift like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the clappin I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches Woo! I just don't give a FUCK I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia Travel around my curse universe I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus Noorotic, my style format rocks the project I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually They got factories with little dolls named after me But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin Newark New Jersey's what I represent Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home and to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden Fuck that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers Hold hold hold, wait wait wait Let me school this bitch Yo bitch my shit is tight, can any MC do this *sounds of sex* And come back on the mic I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back and let your moms give me cornrows on my crack Cause I'm nasty like that

Cuando Limpia El Humo

ATMOSPHERE "Overcast!"
[Slug (Beyond)] Patterned around the thought and the will We shattered the sound of perpendicular noise Now gather 'round, blueprints to rebuild On top of that, I found I'm gettin' sick of your voice Retentive, the Earth makes me tend to introvert And I've presented the worth of these kicks and this wrinkled shirt Ingested verse for seconds and a big dessert presented Thirst with sprinkles of dope indisbursed When you burst, it won't be an accident It'll be a worldwide web of heads takin' this shit back again (6-1-2) Now find the emergency exits 'Cause I'ma snap a spine to make an example of the skeptics (Atmosphere) I don't care if you know me or you hate me Just come check out the show and travel back home safely Lately, a weird thought occured to me What if I was to grab the mic, which one of y'all would service me? (Watch the rhythm) Inventions to rock the restless and kill your ego Your whole karma's vibin' off the vex It's best if you take a hard look at what you're givin' me ('Cause your name and your rank don't mean shit to me) [Slug and Beyond] Stars and Stripes are like cars and bikes They're just vehicles you steer to ride other peoples fears Stars and Stripes are like nails and spikes They're just tools that you use against the physical rules [Beyond] Put down your weapon son [Slug talking] Put down your weapon son Put down your weapon son Would you put down your weapon? [Slug (Beyond)] I heard a grip of little voices in a thousand heads Calling me out of my rest to come and plow your steps An elder once told me to always use precision (Discretion and vision when you start the ignition) 'Cause any engine is highly delicate and what you got to say Is irrelevant if you're talking for the hell of it I smell some shit, check your sole, brotha did you step in it, now who suffers from my control deficite? I can't go out like you ('cause you lack dopeness) I'll break your whole crew down to (a bunch of wack poets) Shrapnel gets lodged under your clavicle When your man exploded, Atmosphere concoctin' antidote shit Fuck 'em and the record deal that they rode in on When Shawn is in his vocal groove I come to choke your truth Broke your screws now its open and loose and its ? (Beyond came along and stabbed a DJ in the foot) The spokes bend and buckle (and the wheel collapses) There ain't no need to even ask whether or not you feel the Atmos I'm peelin' back heads performing brain surgery' And sewing 'em back up (There, now you've heard of me) [Slug and Beyond] When the smoke clears, you won't be able to choke tears When the smoke clears, when the smoke clears [2x] [Beyond] Put down your weapon sir [Slug talking] Put down your weapon sir Put down your weapon sir Put down your weapon [Slug (Beyond)] As I sit here with my head between my hands Attention span focused on trying to read the plans I can't shake the thoughts that it might be in vain So I play the radio while I drive me insane (I travel like the wind) I travel like Avis I feel as if I've been to hell and back and I ain't even been to Vegas Pages and pages of notebooks dedicated To separatin' snake skin and amputatin' fake lips (Underestimated) But when you heard me, your masculinity went girly And your whole crew broke out early (Self-preservated) Avoidance is the first choice Calculated: Step the fuck away when you hear this voice Moist, thats how we leave 'em rendered Either the brain or the pubic region, depending on your gender And if you're a female head (no disrespect intended) Unless you step to me on the mic, you must be sheddin' your placenta I wear the honor of an emcee's past Where I wonder "Is this wasteland encased in cheap glass?" Reflected to find the status where you stand (You're just another victim with a mic in your hand) [Slug and Beyond] When the smoke clears, you won't be able to choke tears When the smoke clears, when the smoke clears [4x] [Slug] When the smoke clears, you won't be able to choke tears [7x] When the smoke, Smoke

Something Else

JADAKISS "The Last Kiss"
[Intro: Jadakiss (Fiend)] (Uhh) Definitely what they been waitin for (you already KNOW, yeah) At least a certain percentage of the world (uh-huh) Anyway (hahahaha) Can I talk my shit? (talk that shit) Sure I can (talk that shit, talk that shit) Cause ain't nobody gon' do nothin about it anyway... a-ha-HAHHHH! (Talk that shit, talk that shit, Jada talk that SHIT, ohh!) You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin else!) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin else!) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin else!) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin else!) [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Yo, you know I love to style on ya, blue 40-caliber Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger And I'm still in and out, got it so I'm spendin out Dope boy, so I never have a problem in a drought Don't take, too much work if you can't manage that Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags Play with the hand you was dealt That's why I ride the track 'til it melt I could care less how you feel, how you felt I done spent niggaz rent money on belts Threesomes in the trunk, I'm fuckin for the wealth And the hood ask about me, I'm somethin else [Chorus: Jadakiss (Fiend)] You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin else!) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin else!) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin else!) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin else!) Still representin the block (I'm somethin else!) And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin else!) I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin else!) Hahh (I'm somethin else!) AH-HAHHH! (I'm somethin else!) [Young Jeezy - over Chorus] C.T.E. nigga... yeah! Yeah! Let's go [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I ain't even did nothin, feelin like I'm traffickin See these blood diamonds, sir, my chain African Speakin of my chain, yeah it need to get a job Get the fuck up off my neck, Senator Barack Whatever that you do, look, don't get caught That stash get low, ya ass might get bought Okay I'm over it, let's talk about somethin else I said I'm over it, I think I bought somethin else That's why I live e'ry day (day) like a thug holiday +Suffocate+ a nigga about mines - J. Holiday Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Holiday It's why I'm strapped 365, even holidays, yeah! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo, it hurts cause they know that I'm better, and they hate it They came in with my whole style, and they made it The dope boys love me in the hood, I'm they favorite In the jails, niggaz is makin bets I'ma say shit Hands-on with certified G's Have your whole family missin for 35 G's, please I perfected my craft from a different aspect So the bars is lethal and the voice is a asset And as far as the people, they ain't finish the class yet I'm beyond these feeble-mind rappers that half step I don't carve the way, for these niggaz like Aztecs I touch souls, somethin's felt; yeah, I'm somethin else [Chorus]

The Funeral

Clipse "Lord Willin'"
[Malice] Whether they gag me bound me hollow point round me (I feel ya) Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me (uh huh) Spare my family the details on how they found me (yes) Vigil by candle light and gather round me (farewell) And talk about how I would lounge with fly women How I was flossing in clubs in fine linen (preach on) Hopping in them ill whips with chrome spinning Malice was true to the game for 9 innings (ha ha ha) We love sinning but now I answer for that Apologize to my fam I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins (yea) Wife in her black veil hands flooded with diamonds (ha ha ha) Remaining calm under each arms my children Daddys in a better place entering golden doors (talk to me) With ivory all white pillars and marble floors (yow) Brand new physical frame with no flaws On my throne thats guarded by angels with 4-4's (yea) Terror retaliate show em how real it be A split second 'fore you blazed they probably thought you was me (preach on) Returning on some Crow shit let em know shit They mess with the wrong click quick to blow shit (yea) Yall know who owned this so they end my career But still I put my tag on this earth Malice was here (I feel ya) [Chorus 2x's] Take a walk on my side No more tears no more fears no more telling me lies I only want cheers and heartfelt goodbyes My death march is here tell me whos gonna ride (ride with me ride with me ride) {overlapped by last line} [Terror] Hold me high Gucci suit and tie (yea) Let my casket reach the sky tell my girl dont cry (I fell ya) Just sing me a lullabye and let the white doves fly (uh huh) Cuz I heard from a bird its only sleep when you die (thats wrong) Break me in unison outside right thru the lens My mother cried cuz she knew that I was only true to sin (yow) Celebrate my passing with gun shots and systems blasting (uh huh) Blown up posters of Terror held by children laughing (preach on) No matter how foul my burial open casket Now simply so they can see my clusters and my diamonds smiling (hello) Im sorry I failed only cuz the ones I left were so real (uh huh) For me my doggs will lie, die, shoot, cry, or kill (feel me) First to Malice sorry that I left you half in a hole But now you'll write for both of us ill channel thoughts thru your soul (uh huh) Emmanuelle remember this when you see my nemesis Drop my picture on his chest and make his family reminisce (yow) Revenge so sweet and I crush you with the heat (uh huh) Your the first one I call when its time to put em to sleep (I love you) Now fo real grand dragon horns stabbing the skys (uh huh) Turn Mag' em laser tag em couldnt sever all ties (yea) My final request on the day im layed to rest Take my body to the ocean and have a water front ves' (feel me) This will be my burial this eulogy will be in stereo Blue Angels will draw my face during an aerial (ahh) [Chorus 4x's]

Double Breasted

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips"
Hey yo, our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle Never fumble, got the work right by the grundle Twin dick sucks for me and my son That's before he was 3 smoking weed in a blunt Straight from flushin where the birds are hanging dead in the window Scent of garbage make me sick getting head in the rental Got the lamb rack pan, roasted, laced with [?] Little yogurt dapped and drizzled might be a winner Come and see me, known the hand that makes the fettucini Holler make the baklava getting paper bashkala La Majun sour smoking savage out of sarasota Macho man, the taco stand is where the hook is kept 30 dollars get you pussycat, right in the kitchen where they cooking at [?], architecture art deco, twist the pussy like a soft pretzel I'm such a special guy, I'd rather die then never testify You soon to see me at the party with a vest and tie. Shorts, that's my steez when I'm stepping Strollin down the streets like the westerns Double weapons, at my size and preparing for the showdown Spinning like a wild maneuver, Whilin' at them hold down Hold ground, stand firm, you little sissies got a chance Now it's time to give them man burn Yo, he try to fuck with Bronsollini it's a crucial calling Guaranteed you gonna loose just like the Brooklyn brawler Mister wonderful in shorts, cortex, gortex The bottom of the feet in case the floor wet Flow was sended here crafted on the mother earth Kinda strange things been funny since my brother's birth Shaking hands, the system money connect Blow a ransom on a yacht, have a seed in Quebec Respect my, exquisite mistique, pretty petite Little hookers running wild, giving head in the street But still, slicing nuts, clean off that's with the razor I'm laughing in the tavern where fresh bruno's and blazers chilling Salt and pepper, queen shit, salt and pepper, ps.

Better Me

JOE BUDDEN "Halfway House"
[Intro: Joe Budden] I hear what nigga's sayin'. Nigga's gonna' talk to me like... Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on. When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit. Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when it's Coach. You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Look here, Look, look... I get a ghetto gospel Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile. Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my high stool; That's what bein' high do. If I couldn't do shit, was always able ta' toke They tol' me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote. 'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents An' all the shit we did The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is. Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason? At times I had ta' take doe Nigga did whatever for a peso Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat. A "can it be", 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy Maybe I was prone ta' fallin' in love wit' vanity. Tell me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow Tell God I'm better than the shit I show I gotta grow, c'mon. [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Whoa... Now look... Now niggas say I floss too much So... has he changed? 'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T cost too much. All they should say is that he strong Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on Lu Vuitton carry on. ?? wit' my blessing's at a delay Now ta' lace my chick in ?? is sorta' cliché. Plane ain't gonn' never land, less it's in the Netherlands Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band. Ask for a better hand I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran That'll make me less a man. I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate. Some niggas get complaints an' why... Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly. If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride. Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high! [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3] Look, look, look... Part of me was gruesome I ain't changed, I grew some An' if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come. Dudes that smoked trees wit' me Dudes that used ta' be wit' me They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty. 'Cause I don't burn it down But to me it's commonsense - You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'. Show 'em your game face - I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same race (nigga). Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' change pace Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate. So don't say I won't from broke ta' booshie I'm far from far-end I jus' know what suits me, muh'fucka. [Hook]

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