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Tombstone Da Deadman – Man Up Lyrics

You should be ashamed of yourself. You should feel that you are contributing to the downfall of black people in general. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. So, I’m going to go in to some stuff that kind of personal. I hope it helps somebody
[Verse 1]
My father was elusive mostly cause he was abusive
Pulling knives out on my mother rageaholic undisputed
Did a tour in Vietnam… had these issues with his mom
And feeling like he wasn’t wanted did his way of thinking harm
I guess the things he must have saw really stuck up in to his craw
From my perspective didn’t like him thought his heart was black as tar
My mother had to leave him for fear that one day he’d kill us all
Without the money he brought in financially we start to fall
This is a common occurrence the type of disturbance
Of many of my peers back then and did the family such disservice
No form of support… financially or otherwise
Just lots of drama shaping how the world is seen through children’s eyes
No correspondence with him heard he moved up to New Jersey
Started preaching for some church… yeah that right you heard me
The next time I saw him it was in the city morgue
Drunk himself to death I guess that’s just was the path that he was on
[Intermission]
I don’t know why you produced ’em if you didn’t know how you were going to provide for them. You You should be ashamed, not proud. [Intro]
Man, if you know me you know this is not some shit I like to talk about, but I figure, if it can help someone else out maybe it might be a good thing to do. Standing there trying to feel loud. I don’t know if I can restrain myself because this is the number one problem in the black community
[Verse 2]
Guess my resentment denied me any type of contentment
So I grew rowdy and sullen with no sign of repentance
Running the street a lot with lots of other broken kids
Acting like I had no conscious or a single f**k to give
Momma was just trying to live and keep a roof over our heads
So lots of times she can’t keep track of all the things her sons ever did
So we had brushes with the law for having guns and stealing cars
But never hustled drugs because somehow I thought that went too far
After she had left my dad my mother met another man and
And even though he was a good one I just really couldn’t stand em
I felt like who the hell are you to tell me what the f**k to do
You’re not my father as if my father was someone cool
I’m looking back on all that foolishness regretting now
Because my step father loved us that’s why he stuck around
And his example’s the reason I am the man I am
Him and grandad: the only men that ever gave a damn
[Intermission]
The reason I say that; seventy percent of those children who are without a father, boys in particular, end up in the criminal justice system. Seventy percent of them. You should be ashamed. If any of them do not succeed in life and are not able to work themselves out of poverty who are having behavioral problems… don’t puff your chest out and lift your head up! And in a weird sort of sense his life inspired me hence
‘Cause that example kept me far enough from out the abyss
Left that old grudge behind dead and kept it mostly buried
Because that burden got too heavy for my mind to carry
I just know that if my family’s straight I’m gonna win
They’ll never say those things about me that I said about him
[Outro]
You’re also a big part of your children. You are providing that stereotype that people like to put on black men. And you’re contributing to that. They say they be having these babies…
[Verse 3]
I had a baby at the same age that my father was
The mother of my little girl must have ran out of love
‘Cause not long after that she felt like that she had to split
And left me standing with betrayal and feelings of abandonment
Yo I was so f**king pissed and angry thoughts would cloud my mind
And all that hate was corrosive brain felt on fire all the time
Through all of that though I would never walk out on my child
And leave her fatherless to roam this f**ked up planet in the wild
So despite the rage I had to keep the monster caged
Refused to go out like my father did… there is no f**king way!

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Giorgio Gaber – Chiedo Scusa Se Parlo Di Maria Lyrics

Chiedo scusa se parlo di Maria
Non del senso di un discorso, quello che mi viene
Non vorrei si trattasse di una cosa mia
E nemmeno di un amore, non conviene
Quando dico “parlare di Maria”
Voglio dire di una cosa che conosco bene
Certamente non è un tema appassionante
In un mondo così pieno di tensione
Certamente siam vicini alla pazzia
Ma è più giusto che io parli di
Maria la libertà
Maria la rivoluzione
Maria il Vietnam, la Cambogia
Maria la realtà
Non è facile parlare di Maria
Ci son troppe cose che sembrano più importanti
Mi interesso di politica e sociologia
Per trovare gli strumenti e andare avanti
Mi interesso di qualsiasi ideologia
Ma mi è difficile parlare di
Maria la libertà
Maria la rivoluzione
Maria il Vietnam, la Cambogia
Maria la realtà
Se sapessi parlare di Maria
Se sapessi davvero capire la sua esistenza
Avrei capito esattamente la realtà
La paura, la tensione, la violenza
Avrei capito il capitale, la borghesia
Ma la mia rabbia è che non so parlare di
Maria la libertà
Maria la rivoluzione
Maria il Vietnam, la Cambogia
Maria la realtà
Maria la libertà
Maria la rivoluzione
Maria il Vietnam, la Cambogia
Maria la realtà
Maria la realtà
Maria la realtà

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Giorgio Gaber – Nixon Lyrics

Già perché quelli lì ci vanno o non ci vanno? E poi dopo mangiato anche tu andrai, anche tu andrai con licenza andrai a… o no? No voglio dire ho meno problemi, che poi anche tu sei uno normale come tutti gli altri non è che… voglio dire, nella tua intimità… non so per esempio anche tu prima d’andare a letto ti lavi i denti, ti metti il pigiama, ti infili sotto le coperte e poi sei lì, prima di addormentarti, pensi a qualcosa, così. Sono anche più giovane io. Una bella carriera eh? 200.000.000 di americani, tu il primo! E poi, non so, ti vedo anche in un’atmosfera un po’ famigliare, sei lì a tavola magari con la Patty, sei lì e mangi, mangi non so, mangi una torta. Poi dal niente eh? Ti mangi una torta, ti tagli una fetta, sei lì… l’Italia… la Germania… il Giappone… facciamo così va… ‘GRACK!’
Che mangiata eh? Eh? E non è che uno vada lì proprio per pensare, ma già che è lì, temporeggia, nell’attesa… e sei lì e pensi a qualcosa, così, pensi… pensi alla guerra… gli aeroplani… donne, bambini, 40.000 giovani americani, il Vietnam… che cagata! Sei goloso eh? A te sì eh? Pensi, senza sforzo… pensi… pensi alla pace…
Che dormita eh? Capita anche a me, uguale. No a me i dolci non mi piacciono. Uhe? No, no, io niente. Nixon?

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Stevie Wonder – Front Line Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
I am a veteran of the war
I up and joined the army back in 1964
At sixteen I just had to be a man at any cost
I volunteered for Vietnam where I got my leg shot off
[Pre-Chorus]
I recall a quote from a movie that said “Who’s more a man
Than a man with a reason that’s worth dying for”
[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead
[Verse 2]
They gave me a uniform and a tiny salty pill
To stop the big urge I might have for the wrong kind of thrill
They put a gun in my hand and said, “Shoot until he’s dead
But it’s hard to kill when ‘please, I’m your friend’ echoes through your head
[Pre-Chorus]
Brought up in church taught no man should take another’s life
But then put in a jungle where life has no price
[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead
[Bridge]
Back in the world the paper reads today
Another war is in the brewing
But what about the lives of yesterday
And the many happy families that have been ruined
[Verse 3]
My niece is a hooker and my nephew’s a junkie too
But they say I have no right to tell them how they should do
They laugh and say “Quit bragging” ’bout the war you should never have been in
But my mind is so brain-washed I’d probably go back and do it again
[Pre-Chorus]
I walk the neighborhood parading my purple heart
With a fear of agent orange that no one will stop, no
[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead, yeah
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
Now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead
Could you believe I do? They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

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A$AP Ferg – Not The Boy Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames
Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames)

[Chorus]
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist

[Verse 1]
She the bomb, told me she from Vietnam
Feed her charms try to tell her keep it calm
Tiffany’s LV-utton
I’ma eat, where the grey poupon
I’m in the streets tryna get some croutons
I’m in the beam settin’ with the roof gone
My enemies hate me cause I’m too on
She gon’ get to choose on

[Interlude]
Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames
Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames

[Verse 2]
You wanna fuck me, where your friends at
Mommy, I ain’t gon’ lie girl them thighs got me tempted
We can do it in the kitchen
Whip cream on the side, you could get it need the chitlins
Baby I can see the vision
We could do it on the road, Jay-Z Big Pimpin’
Come on momma why you riffin’?
Go and bust that ass while I laugh, Eddie Griffin

[Chorus]
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist

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Susto – Hard Drugs lyrics

[Verse 1]
I had a dream that we were doing hard drugs in a street alley
You were lying dead next to me
You said you had a vision of Vietnam
You saw me jump on a grenade and watched my limbs fall off
But I was in Heaven then
Well i don’t care whose asking, you can tell them the truth
I’ve had a long time struggle with substance abuse
But I feel fine
And if you you really think he loves you and you wanna go away
Well i want the best and i’m not here to make you stay

[Chorus]
I’m just glad that I found you
And I’m sorry that i couldn’t keep you around

[Verse 2]
We took you to the Urgent Care, they turned us away
You had an outstanding balance that we couldn’t pay
You started crying
Then in the pouring rain we found you a hospital bed
And when they picked you up to move you all the sheets were red
You were a woman then
Well I don’t know who’s asking but I’ll tell them the truth
I’ve had a real hard time losing you
And you can tell me that he loves you but I know its a lie
Cause i’ve seen how he treats you and honey I don’t wanna fight

[Chorus]
I’m just glad that I found you
And I’m sorry that i couldn’t keep you around

[Bridge]
Well I don’t care who’s asking you can tell them the truth
I’ve had a hard time living and I know you’ve had a hard time too
And if you wanna know who loves you, you can start right here
But don’t come home just to leave

[Chorus]
Cause i’m glad that I found you, but I don’t want you to leave me hanging around

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Johnny Sea – Day For Decision lyrics

Narrative:
The other day I heard someone say, “You know, America is in real trouble.”
It’s true. Old Glory has never fallen so close to the earth . Our
embassies are being stoned. Our diplomats are often in fear for their
lives. And we’re involved in a half-dozen nameless, winless conflicts
spilling American blood on foreign soil. Our young men are dying for
ideals that don’t seem to mean too much to Americans anymore.

The truth is America’s real trouble doesn’t lie in the rice paddies of
Vietnam, in the masses of Red China, or in the diabolical intrigues to the
south of us. The real trouble lies in the playgrounds of St. Louis, the
hillside mansions of San Francisco, and in the slums of Chicago. A disease
which is slowly eating away at the heart of America lives in the small
southern towns, the fishing villages of New England, and in the hot dusty
streets of the midwest.

This is the age of the American cynic. The year of the unbeliever. The day
of doubt. We’ve killed all the sacred cows and destroyed all the images.
And there’s nothing left to respect. Old fashioned love of God, country,
and family is passe. We stare at our shoelaces when they play the national
anthem. We wouldn’t want to be seen at a political rally or a town hall
meeting. And we don’t want to be caught with our eyes closed during public
prayers. We’ve decided the only way to get into public office is to buy
it. Our heroes are the fast guys who get away with things. Patriotism, the
old hand-over-the-heart, flag-waving singing patriotism has been
condemned. Think about this. Patriotism. When you tear away the fancy
phrases and crepe paper, it’s plain and simple pride. It’s a new
car-prettier girl-bigger house sort of pride in country. Somewhere along
the way we’ve lost it. Our form of government is the same. We still say
America stands for the same things. But next time you’re at a party, ask
someone to sing “American the Beautiful”, and see what happens.

The basic ideals and structure of America haven’t changed. We have. You
and me. Our enemies know it. They’ve seen the newsreels of the
discontented marching around the capitol. They’ve distorted and blown up
our mistakes. They’ve been putting steel wedges in the cracks in our wall
of solidarity. The new idea is: Don’t attack America; wear it down
gradually; it’ll eventually fall under the weight of its own corruption.
And did you know, it’s working?

This sneering complacency, once stamped out by the bloody feet of a
tattered Continental Army in 1776, once drowned beneath the keel of the
U.S.S. Arizona in Pearl Harbor Bay, has risen again. This deadly “Let
George do it” attitude lights the way for the Viet Cong in the swampy
jungles of Vietnam. This “Better red than dead” cancer is more feared by
the American soldier than all the communist mortar shells. It kills the
vitality and spirit of America. Democracy is a frail and fragile
instrument. Made of hope, prayer, and Yankee ingenuity. It is held
together by a fourth-of-July flag-waving patriotism. And we’ve almost
exhausted our supply of it. Try this test. Lift your eyes to a flag, then
sing out as loud as you can that old out-worn antiquated freedom hymn you
learned so many years ago:

For purple mountain majesties (for purple mountain majesties)
Above the fruited plain (above the fruited plain)
America (America)
America (America)
God shed His grace on thee (God shed His grace on thee)

Now if you feel a little pride welling up inside of you, if you feel a
little mist in your eye, then, thank God for you, mister, you’re still an
American!

(America, America,
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea)

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Rod Stewart – Legless Lyrics

ROD STEWART
Legless Lyrics

(Verse)
I’ve been working all of my life
Tryin to make a dollar last
Well in this morning my telephone rang
As I was putting out the trash

Excuse me sir are you Mr. Jones?
I said yes Ma’am I surely am
Congratulations sir you’re a lottery winner
You’re a rich man the rest of your life

(Chorus)
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get legless tonight
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get loaded tonight

(Verse)
We get all dressed up and we goin down town
In one of them long black limousines
We celebrating with all of our friends
At the paradise ball and grill

I serve my country in Vietnam
And made my life on the line
But tonight I’m letting down I’m selecting my air
With some good champagne and wine

(Chorus)
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get legless tonight
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get loaded tonight

(Verse)
All my taxes paid to good old Uncle Sam
I’m a no nonsense kind of guy
I’m a hardworking man I’m an honest man
But tonight I’m gonna let me go

(Chorus)
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get legless tonight
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get loaded tonight

(Chorus)
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get legless tonight
I’m in the mood I’m in the mood to get shit faced tonight

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Arlo Guthrie – When A Soldier Makes It Home Lyrics

ARLO GUTHRIE
When A Soldier Makes It Home Lyrics

words and music by Arlo Guthrie

Halfway around the world tonight
In a strange and foreign land
A soldier packs his memories
As he leaves Afghanistan
And back home they don’t know too much
There’s just no way to tell
I guess you had to be there
For to know that war was hell

Chorus:
And there won’t be any victory parades
For those that’s coming back
They’ll fly them in at midnight
And unload the body sacks
And the living will be walking down
A long and lonely road
Because nobody seems to care these days
When a soldier makes it home

They’ll say it wasn’t easy
Just another job well done
As the government in Kabul falls
To the sounds of rebel guns
And the faces of the comrades
Being blown out of the sky
Leaves you bitter with the feeling
That they didn’t have to die

Chorus

Halfway around the world tonight
In a strange and foreign land
A soldier unpacks memories
That he saved from Vietnam
Back home they didn’t know too much
There was just no way to tell
I guess you had to be there
For to know that war was hell

And there wasn’t any big parades
For those that made it back
They flew them in at midnight
And unloaded all the sacks
And the living were left walking down
A long and lonely road
Because nobody seemed to care back then
When a soldier made it home

The night is coming quickly
And the stars are on their way
As I stare into the evening
Looking for the words to say
That I saw the lonely soldier
Just a boy that’s far from home
And I saw that I was just like him
While upon this earth I roam

And there may not be any big parades
If I ever make it back
As I come home under cover
Through a world that can’t keep track
Of the heroes who have fallen
Let alone the ones who won’t
Which is why nobody seems to care
When a soldier makes it home

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Eminem – On Fire

[Intro]
You know, critics, man
Critics never got nothing nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics, man
Is critics never ask me how my day went
Well I’mma tell ’em

[Verse 1]
Yesterday my dog died
I hog tied a ho
Tied her in a bow
Said "Next time you blog, try to spit a flow"
You wanna criticize, dog? Try a little mo’
I’m so tired of this I could blow
Fire in the hole
I’m fired up
So fire up the lighter and the dro
Better hold on a little tighter, here I go
Flows tighter
Hot headed as Ghost Rider
Cold hearted as Spiderman throwing a spider in the snow
So you better get lower
Than Florida
Inside of a lowrider
With no tires, in a hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter cold
Why is it when I talk I’m so biased to the hoes
Listen dog
Christmas is off
This is as soft as it gets
This isn’t golf
This is a blistering assault
Those are your wounds, this is the salt
So get lost
Shit, dissing me is just like pissing off
The Wizard of Oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze
Beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and saws
And cut out your livers, gizzards, and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean
In a blizzard with Jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall
To make Chris piss in his drawers
Tickle him, go to his grave
Skip him, and visit his dog

[Hook]
(You’re on fire)
Thats how you know you’re on a roll
Cause when you’re hot its like you’re burning up
Everyone else’s cold
(You’re on fire)
Man, I’m so fucking sick
I got ambulances pulling me over and shit
(You’re on fire)
You need to stop, drop, and roll
Cause when you say the shit to get
The whole Hip Hop shop to blow
(You’re on fire, you’re on fire)

[Verse 2]
I just put a bullshit hook
In between two long-ass verses
If you mistook this for a song, look
This ain’t a song, it’s a warning to Brooke
Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took over, so book
Run as fast as you can
Stop writing and kill it
I’m lightning in a skillet
You’re a fucking flash in the pan
I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing a fan
Mr. Mathers is the man
Yeah, I’m pissed
But I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can
Come back and whip your ass with it again
Saliva’s like sulfuric acid in your hand
It’ll eat through anything, metal, the ass of Iron Man
Turn him into plastic
So for you to think that you could stand a fucking chance
Is asinine
Yeah, ask Denaun, man
Hit a blind man
With a coloring book
And told him color inside the lines
Or get hit with a flying crayon
Fuck it, I ain’t playing
Pull up in a van
And hop out at a homeless man
Holding a sign saying
"Vietnam vet", I’m out my fucking mind man
Kick over the can
Beat his ass, and leave him 9 grand
So if I seem a little mean to you
This ain’t savage
You ain’t never seen a brute
You want to get graphic
We can go the scenic route
You couldn’t make a bulimic puke
On a piece of fucking corn and peanut poop
Saying you sick
Quit playing, you prick
Don’t nobody care
And why the fuck am I yelling at air
I ain’t even talking to no one
‘Cause ain’t nobody there
Nobody will fucking test me
‘Cause these hoes won’t even dare
I’m wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that might go here
Naw, don’t waste it
Save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you got to rewrite those lines
That you said about Michael’s hair
(Woops)

[Hook]
(You’re on fire)
Thats how ya know you’re on a roll
Cause when you’re hot its like you’re burnin up
Everyone else’s cold
(You’re on fire)
Man, I’m so hot
My motherfucking firetruck’s on fire, homie
(You’re on fire)
Ya need to stop drop and roll
‘Cause when you say the shit to get
The whole hip hop shop to blow
You’re on fire
You’re on fire
You’re on fire

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Green Day – Bang Bang lyrics

[Intro]
“This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. “
“…of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. “
“Described as severely mentally disturbed.”
“It appears to show another hostage executed by the terrorist group.”
“Deserve to be annihilated.”

[Verse 1]
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager,
I wanna dance like I’m on the video.
I got a fever for the violent behavior,
I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo.

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame!
Shoot me up to entertain,
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy.
You’re dead, I’m well fed!
Give me death or give me head,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

[Verse 2]
I testify like a lullaby of memories,
Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio.
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam,
I love a lie just like anybody else.

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame!
Shoot me up to entertain,
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy.
You’re dead, I’m well fed!
Give me death or give me head,
Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys.
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

[Bridge]
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen,
It’s my private movie (holy war).
Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta,
Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero.

[Chorus]
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

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Green Day – Bang Bang (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. …of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. Described as severely mentally disturbed. Videos show another hostage executed by the terrorist group. Deserve to be annihilated.

[Verse 1]
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager
I wanna dance like I’m on the video
I got a fever for the violent behavior
I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo
[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Verse 2]
I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam
I love a lie just like anybody else

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Bridge]
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen
It’s my private movie (Holy War)
Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta
Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero

[Chorus]
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

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Run The Jewels – Talk To Me (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these #AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me

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Little Simz – LMPD (feat. Chronixx) (Stillness In Wonderland Album)

[Refrain: Little Simz]
Mentally enslaved
Mentally deranged
Mental doesn’t change
Rental isn’t paid
Why do you pretend to live everyday?
We are not the same
Is that all I tell myself to make me feel better?
What have I become?

[Hook: Little Simz and Chronixx]
Have I let my people down?
Let my people down
Have I let my people down yeah?
Have I let my people down yeah?
Have I let my people down?
My people down
Never, never let my people down
Never let my people down
Never let my people down
Never let my people

[Verse 1: Chronixx]
I’m not half the man Marley was
Still nuh heard the voice of Garvey calling us
And Luther King’s soul is still patiently waiting for his dreams to come true because it feels like the same ting again
Still I fight fire with fire, streets still hot like fire
What’s the matter with matter?
Still marching, screaming black lives matter
And so many people trying to be an activist in society
These days what we really need is active spirituality
Cuh Bob done fight already, X done fight already
And-a Rosa Parks make we flying first class nice and steady
So if you want to fight that fight again then alright, my baby
But after the revolution must come the evolutionaries
Ali deny Vietnam and stand firm, real and strong
Today our fight is to activate all the pineal glands
Of the youts in the streets weh nuh eat from morning
Provide them with a meal and songs
Wah mek them feel what me feel
When mi see Jah Jah open the seal and me know me never
Let my people down

[Refrain: Little Simz]
Mentally deranged
Mental doesn’t change
Rental isn’t paid
Why do you pretend to live every day?
We are not the same
Is that all I tell myself to make me feel better?
What have I become?

[Verse 2: Little Simz]
I’m not half the woman Maya was
Still I hear the voice of Nina here guiding us
We’re running out of legends
I know they look from the heavens down on me
I can’t let them down
The people that are meant to be protecting us are killing us
The people that are meant to be protecting us are killing us
Anxiety and adrenaline, I know you feel the rush
Do you hear me now?

[Hook: Little Simz and Chronixx]
Never let my people down
Never, never let my people down
No, no
You say
Never let my people down
Never let my people down
Never let my people

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Aaron Rose – The Art Of Sole (Elixir Album)

[Intro]
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I’m the J57
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Verse 1]
It has been a long time coming, ever since my farther [?]
I knew that I would be something, the abundance of talents
I managed to perceive before I breath
Bit clear to me, I understand it, I’m granted
The life of art, the life I dream up in the dark
So then the light I spark arise of every two in which I thought
I would grow up to be, but hopefully the road I see
Would lead to greatness, so first I got to find the golden key
To rev the engine, the sector brain with no syringes
Open up the mind so first I got to disable the hinges
They block me out, I’m independ-
I’m trying to picture something up your gold
No I’m never talking for the glitter
They reminisce on the essence I see myself spit
The same thing I found myself with
The same thing connecting us through vibrations, I know you felt this
Feel like someone hit the rail switch
We just some freight trains, afraid to run off track
I took my own route, now I’m never coming back
And that’s a fact, in a universe full with opinions
So despicable, I’m ducking you internet minions
Your criticism ain’t nothing more than a comet
You should calm it down, ’cause I’m still viewed as a comet
And Steelo was a shooting star
So if you seen him, you know you were going far
Now here we are

[Hook]
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Verse 2]
This is the moment I’m breaking my inhibition
Rejoicing the villain to know I fit with the description
I’ve done reflection when I’m looking up
You stand in front your mirror, do you see the same one?
We just begun this dynasty so they won’t be subside to me
I swear to God, I’m breaking through the tyrannies
To freelance a free man
So as I vividly paint you niggas my motion picture
I’m conjuring longevity with this potion Elixir
But momma told me to finish my food first, "You right"
So my dinner plate filling up after every bite
This appetite will make these wack rap niggas half as nice
Now double the work, you can get the bragging rights
To overshadow where I shine
But we both know, The Pros never be the cons, we a different kind
Even if you missed a line you won’t miss my prime
This is bombs of Baghdad mixed with Vietnam
Saddam Hussein, two tanks of propane won’t blow you niggas up
I am Cobain, fuck what you see in front
‘Cause a wise man will never speak
You just showing too much December
Dry your seed up before you could even grow it
A natural poet, on a road to entourages of the chosen
I’m started to grow my conscience, unlocking up every solar
Side, I used to conquer my life
But this a write to angel to momma, "Your son will still arrive"

[Hook]
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Outro]
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke, nigga

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Queen – Bicycle Race lyrics

Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

You say black, I say white
You say bark, I say bite
You say shark I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don’t like star wars
You say rolls, I say royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord, I say christ
I don’t believe in peter pan
Frankenstein or superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my,
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties, oh yeah!
Fat bottomed girls they’ll be riding today
So look out for those beauties, oh yeah!
On your marks get set go

Bi-cycle race, bi-cycle race, bi-cycle race
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle,
I want to ride my bicycle
Bicycle, bicycle bicycle (I want a)
Bicycle race.

You say coke, I say cain
You say john, I say wayne
Hot dog, I say cool it man! Don’t wanna be the President of America
You say smile, I say cheese
Cartier, I say please,
Income tax, I say Jesus.
I don’t wanna be a candidate for Vietnam or Watergate,
Cause all I wanna do is
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike,
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like.

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Green Day – Bang Bang (At The American Music Awards 2016) (Live)

[Intro]
This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. …of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. Described as severely mentally disturbed. Videos show another hostage executed by the terrorist group. Deserve to be annihilated.

[Verse 1]
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager
I wanna dance like I’m on the video
I got a fever for the violent behavior
I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo
[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Verse 2]
I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam
I love a lie just like anybody else

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Bridge]
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen
It’s my private movie (Holy War)
Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta
Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero

[Chorus]
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

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A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

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A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

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A Tribe Called Quest – Ego Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

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A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody

[Intro]
Yea, Phife
For your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be gone
That’s the place left for dead, and cities end up war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that ass just for running through their lawn
Watch that shallow shallow man walk
Trinidadian love sprout into the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, the silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would enploy
And before he even squeaks it’s decided it’s Malik
Now, give him hope, give him care, raise him while his grandma there
Watch out mama, if you stare, live wide eyes will keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fist
Sometimes overbearing, though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spastic shit and cinematic we documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times, fight it out
Made race face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out
Damn

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you
(Bow wow, woof woof)
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would ever be writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know [?]
Soul so beautiful, [?] indisputable
Heart of the largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took the grip to Granny’s house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans leak, I’s never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue upstairs
Mailbox, bears, all our rhymes was never there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward, well took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black, Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying

[Break]

[Guitar solo: Jack White]

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Run The Jewels – Talk to Me

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me

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Lloyd Banks – Salute (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I’m ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
Take it to the streets nigga mothafuck a punch line
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singin’ like Keith Sweat
You ain’t met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I’m co-signin 50 cause them niggas all pussy
Bustin’ shots at ya convoy, you don’t want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover, we comin’ pullin’ pins out of grenades
You won’t make it to the General without gettin’ sprayed
Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
You can send your troops and get ’em all blown back
Walk up on ’em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that
BUCK!

[Hook: x2]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Look nigga, I suggest you go home
Cause I won’t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I’m never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby momma stop comin’ around here or I’m gon’ fuck her
We’ll try to take up for them lames around you
He’ll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
I’m on the road blowin’ grade A haze and brown
Got niggas runnin’ like the KKK’s around
My album’s comin’, a new year’s approaching
My buzz gettin’ bigger, a few ears is open
Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach ’em
There’s a very fine line between a pool and an ocean
Sometimes I’m in Atlanta where they Bankhead bounce
And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
These niggas really want war, cause if so put on your vest
Cause all you gotta do is just say yes

[Hook]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Outro: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
G-Unit’s like the Firm
Cause you can get in, you can’t get out
(This is G-Unit life right here, know what I’m sayin’
We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
Now we’re laid back, now we doin’ us, we live it up
50 got us right, got us kicked up right now)