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This article was first published on Your EDM. Italy, once one of the countries originally hit hardest by COVID-19, is now on its way to easing restrictions and social distancing guidelines as its number of new cases continues to decrease. Source: Italy Will Allow Live Events To Return Next Month, Except For Nightclubs
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Paul Gordon – Things I Didn’t Know Lyrics
I really must abstain
Well, maybe one more letter…
What am I thinking? [Jerusha Abbott]
Dear Daddy
Did you ever hear of Michelangelo? Even more embarrassing
Somebody mentioned Florence Nightingale
And I asked if she was a freshman
That joke has gone all over college
You wouldn’t believe, Daddy
What an abyss of ignorance my mind is
The things that most girls with a properly assorted family and friends and a library know by absorption
I’ve never even heard of
I didn’t know that Henry VIII was married more than once
Or Shelley was a poet
I didn’t know Alexander the Great had conquered most of Greece
Or people came from monkeys
I didn’t know that the Garden of Eden was all just a beautiful myth…
I never read Great Expectations
Summer On The Lake
Euripides’ Electra
I never met The Two Noble Kinsmen
Or ever came across The Merry Wives Of Windsor
I always feel like I’m Alice in Wonderland
Stranded in Vanity Fair…
Once upon a time
O Captain! I really must get back to work
I wonder what she’ll write me next…
[Jerusha Abbott]
I never heard of Meg, Jo, Beth or Amy
I’d never been to Dover Beach
Or heard the phrase
A man’s reach should exceed his grasp
I feel like The Idiot
Or the Toilers Of The Sea
O Captain! I’m missing appointments
To read what she studied in French
I’m baffled and perplexed
O Captain! I never dreamed of such imagination
I never read thoughts so expressive! All the world is verse to me
A lady with a lamp I see…
Now, Daddy, I must sleep
But I will think of you
For, Daddy, I know there is so much catching up to do My Captain! My Captain! He was a famous artist who lived in Italy in the Middle Ages
The whole class laughed because I thought he was an archangel
Doesn’t he sound like one? I’m so many years behind
I’m still so many years behind
[Jervis Pendleton]
I didn’t know that she’d be so clever! My Captain!
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704chop – Street Poetry Lyrics
Came from nothing, not what you used to, so I know you don’t understand me
A nigga switch up on the usual, I don’t believe in the text
These niggas stepped up what you do, f**k the hype and probably [?] us
We ain’t friends, I can’t shake your hand ’cause I don’t want your hand
f**k the fake love, get on FaceTime with my daughter and get it genuine
You would think I’m layin’ in a casket, how they feelin’ me? Anything you ever wanted, ask me, you ain’t gotta steal from me
‘Cause I ain’t got no time for no nigga with her Tennessee
We glow and now they know my name from Italy to Tennessee
[Outro]
Yeah
Uh-huh [Intro]
Uh-huh
You know we came from nothin’, straight out the dirt with this shit
Yeah
[Verse]
Ain’t shit changed since I got on the road and I stopped f**kin’ with you
Wouldn’t speak the same language since you got that other nigga
Ain’t prayin’ for no angels, need a bankroll, let the money heal me
Carrying all this pain, f**k it, I ain’t gettin’ no demonic spirits
Can’t even post up in the hood, there’s always gon’ be shots fired
Don’t love the opposition, they just hate niggas from my side
My CEO told me, “Stay out the hood,” probably hurt mine
Wish granny was still livin’, she never seen how I turned out
Easy to see the world war when you watching from the birdhouse
Mama ain’t know she raised a star ’til the day they let your son out
If I went there when I started, bet I’m somethin’ now
Came from nothin’, but gave the whole world somethin’ to talk about
Ayy, f**k a room and let that nigga tell him from the horse’s mouth
[?] died April 1st, but it wasn’t nothin’ to laugh about
I heard your cousin killed you, I can’t wait until they let him out
The same ones you grew up with the same ones that take you out
Can’t love these bitches, keep it pimpin’, focus on the paper route
f**ked up, I’m left with all these memories of my dawgs up underground
Some days I feel just like I’m popped, just wanna ball above the rim
Won’t see me down my faith in God, I put all the weight on him
A couple niggas I know died tryna rob to feed their families
John died right in my eyes at 17, I won’t forget it
Who would’ve thought when I got shot it would’ve came from my daddy?
Never, they get left when I write
[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up Bar haffi step up, level haffi step up
Can’t stop never, whatever the weather
I’m a real go-getter, I’m due to endeavour
You know me already, first name’s Jam
No, it ain’t cheddar, but I get cheddar
Shows in Italy, I’m getting mozzarella
If I’ve gotta fly Greece, you can call that feta
When I first come in the game, I said spesh
But I’ve got better since then, so I say spesher
I’ve been a monster on bars and beats
If it ain’t me, holler at Filthy or Gesher
[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like
[Verse 2: Capo Lee]
Tune get lead up when Capo step up
I stand in a place where a man can’t step up
Box man down and I stare in his eyes
Stand over his body so a man can’t get up
Chasing cheddar in a Nike sweater
Bare rain on my car, that’s a grinding weather
On sight, man, you can get it from far
Talking hard? [Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up
[Verse 1: Jammz]
What’d you mean, step up? Alright? Sent man to the stars
Get hit with a strap that costs more than your car
I still grind everyday, that was more than a bar
Then I’m bouncing food in a council housing estate
Superman, fly to the trap in a cape
Man dance on the riddim like Step Up 2
Peng tings, you can get bent up too
Ghost MCs, you wanna tweet and chat? There’s no Wi-Fi when you get sent up too
[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like
[Verse 3: Jammz]
Jammz is a humble guy
But I don’t mind slewing MCs at my leisure
More than my pleasure, funny when MCs
Who ain’t on the roads say the opps soon dead up
Chatting about Ps but you’re getting stressed out
‘Cause you went to the shop and had to break that tenner
Drop man forever, same pussyholes got audacity
To talk about gloves and leather
Really ain’t clever, so what’d you mean, pepper? Bars ain’t pepper, flows ain’t pepper
Tunes ain’t pepper, bars ain’t pepper
Clothes ain’t pepper, tell a man shut up
About man’s pepper
Already said last year, dem man are wet
And they still got wetter
You know dem bruddas that act hard for show
And roll with soft Tygas like their name’s Jenners? [Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like
[Verse 4: C Cane]
Step up, no leg up
But dem ones dere need a step up
See, I’m so far up the ladder with my bars
They cannot reach up to me with a step up
‘Cause when I step up, can’t nobody try step up
If you think not, beg you step up
I come like the Lombardo when it comes to drama
I dun the dance, no step up
Trust me, that’s easy, can’t shake a leg with I
Make a man raise their glass for I
You’d be high if I’m out here
Doing the work on job more time, no one don’t lie
Don’t ramp and vibe
Tuggset, big man, get petrified, on Christ
Me, I’m far from alright, are you alright, brudda?
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Luca Prodan – Mount Etna Erupts Lyrics
Think of Italy and look at the sky
A bee far me and a bird for you, babe
Look at mount Etna, burning the sky
Earthquakes, whirlwinds, lightning, thunder T was all so different before
No barricades in front of the door
Every single day’s the same
Watch “not the 9 o’cock news” or just shame, shame, shame
But that night, well it felt so right
That day, when I heard you say…
You can get to know me if you want to
Don’t be a bore, don’t be so shy
Everything’s fine, don’t you wish to?
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Young Thug – Mellow (Remix) Lyrics
Play this song
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you
You put a beacon baby, you know your love is the truth
I bought a coupe and baby, I’ll hand it over to you
Punana come to daddy
Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello (Aye)
Said hello (Yeah)
I’m restin’ gettin’ mellow (Aye)
Eat your flesh and stay mellow (Yeah)
[Bridge: Young Thug]
Had nothin’ but a cigarillo (Had nothin’ but a cigarillo)
She came through with Backwoods (She came through with Backwoods)
That’s part of the reason I love her (That’s part of the reason I love her)
I’m her dresser, no bluffin’ (I’m her dresser, no bluffin’)
[Verse 1: Gunna & 6LACK]
The white marble dresser with a picture of you (Picture of you)
Put a hold on my schedule, put a reservation for two (Reservation for two)
Shopping is a pleasure, and I feed your attitude (Feed your attitude)
Put you on a pedestal, take a trip to Cancun (Trip to Cancun)
Trip to Cancun, how about trip a to south of Bali (South of Bali)
Keep a lil’ leg room, she can turn a bedroom into Follies (Bedroom into Follies )
She’ll probably take a bullet for a nigga, something these bitches won’t do (Something these bitches won’t do)
I can uno dos you (I can uno dos you)
Or I could split up the loot (Or I could split up the loot)
Show me your commitment, I’ma do the same for you (Do the same for you)
Told me you gonna ride or die, so I bought a coupe for us two (Bought a coupe for us two)
Italy her whole life, bought her everything brand new (Brand new)
Diamonds keep me frostbite, I’m just tryna keep my cool (Yryna keep my cool)
Tryna keep my cool, that ain’t easy to do
Get high like a skyline, need to give me time to regroup (Time to regroup)
On the pavement so I keep that, now she feel like she in school (Like she in school)
Teach you game like a tutor, you won’t fall in love with a fool (Fall in love with a fool)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you
You put a beacon baby, you know your love is the truth
I bought a coupe and baby, I’ll hand it over to you
Punana come to daddy
Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello (Aye)
Said hello (Yeah)
I’m restin’ gettin’ mellow (Aye)
Eat your flesh and stay mellow (Yeah)
[Bridge: Young Thug]
Had nothin’ but a cigarillo (Had nothin’ but a cigarillo)
She came through with Backwoods (She came through with Backwoods)
That’s part of the reason I love her (That’s part of the reason I love her)
I’m her dresser, no bluffin’ (I’m her dresser, no bluffin’)
[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Young Thug]
Ain’t no want no cappin’ (No cappin’)
I’ve been onto better things, these niggas so last year (So last year)
I’m in the back seat of the Maybach with a soul snatcher (Soul catcher)
I just switched lanes and go slow, they probably still won’t catch us (Still won’t catch us )
Bae I love your accent, and what’s your practice? (What’s your practice?)
Baby I love your practice, like I love my practice
Talkin’ ’bout stripper practice, and why wall [?]
It’s just all madness, chopper’s a desert cactus
Range Rover autobiography, ain’t doin’ no slakin’
Ain’t no more trappin’, car too fast need traction
Bad lil’ ten, she nasty
Diamonds on fleek, they dancin’
Woah, Oh
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you
You put a beacon baby, you know your love is the truth
I bought a coupe and baby, I’ll hand it over to you
Punana come to daddy
Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello (Aye)
Said hello (Yeah)
I’m restin’ gettin’ mellow (Aye)
Eat your flesh and stay mellow (Yeah)
[Bridge: Young Thug]
Had nothin’ but a cigarillo (Had nothin’ but a cigarillo)
She came through with Backwoods (She came through with Backwoods)
That’s part of the reason I love her (That’s part of the reason I love her)
I’m her dresser, no bluffin’ (I’m her dresser, no bluffin’)
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INNA – No Help lyrics
No no, I don’t make a difference
Say what you want about me, así, así
I don’t need no permission
I run the night from Belize to Italy
I got a Coca-Cola but I don’t want no chaser
Drinks on me, you know how that works
Everybody wanna see what I’m about to do first
Watch me and do not disturb
Ooh, I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Ooh, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help
When I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Yeah, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help
While you’re all on my body
Sé que quieres de mí, de mí, de mí
Baby, Imma be honest
Estoy pensando en tí, en tí, en tí
I got a Coca-Cola but I don’t want no chaser
Drinks on me, you know how that works
Everybody wanna see what I’m about to do first
Watch me and do not disturb
Ooh, I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Ooh, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help
When I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Yeah, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help
Eyes on my body, you want it, you want it
But this is the night that I’m gonna be on my own
Hands off my body, my body, don’t hurry up
Cause this is the night that I’m gonna be on my own
Ooh, I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Ooh, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help
When I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Yeah, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help
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Future – RACKS BLUE Lyrics
[Intro]
Zaytoven!
[Chorus]
I got the right ice
I can’t do wrong
I got the black A.P
The Patek a two-tone
I done went colorblind
I’ma get my shine on, yeah
Know how I’m feelin’
The racks blue
[Hook]
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
I shoulda gave ’em dog food and went to get neutered
I shoulda never got caught up with a cougar
[Verse 1]
Way too clever, ain’t too jealous
Ain’t gon’ let ’em, I never settle
Life as a rebel, I’m gettin’ better
Bringin’ pressure, I get pleasure
Call Berettas, no vendetta
I know my heart belongs to the ghetto
Responsibilities without humility
Longevity, car from Italy
Fuck my enemies, get my salary
Fuck envy, end in tragedy
I’m your majesty, that’s how I gotta be
Get more liberty, should be proud of me
[Hook]
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
[Chorus]
I got the right ice
I can’t do wrong
I got the black A.P
The Patek a two-tone
I done went colorblind
I’ma get my shine on, yeah
Know how I’m feelin’
The racks blue
[Verse 2]
Comin’ from poverty, hittin’ the lottery
Hottest commodity, the way that it had to be
Ain’t no comparin’ me, you thinkin’ charity
I’m thinkin’ integrity, and worryin’ ’bout the legacy
That I went through, thinkin’ vicariously
I’m in a spacecoupe, that’s momentarily
I’ve been dead broke, treated unfairly
Never break me, love or hate me
She did forsake me, she wanna taste me
And she showed it, gave her the blue face
[Hook]
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
[Chorus]
I got the right ice
I can’t do wrong
I got the black A.P
The Patek a two-tone
I done went colorblind
I’ma get my shine on, yeah
[Outro]
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
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Big Flip Papi – Money On The Way lyrics
Verse 1
It’s Okayi got money on the way
Chef it bag it up, yeah we hungry round the way
We do it real right, round the clock all night
That hustles in my blood, can’t get it out my life
G5 whips the color of rose gold
He fly switch, the phantom to the rose
Bezel on the Rollie uh, looking so bold
Back hammer out on homie, guaranteed your son will fold
Oh forgive you me you don’t know?
Whoaaa even Black Rob would say you got to go
No! Big Flip Papi that nigga
Call me Michael Jackson, with a million dollar zipper
Tipper, I fell in love with a stripper
Got money on the way, and she knows that I’m a hit her
Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way
Verse 2
It’s Okay I left the trap to the youngings
They don’t play, steam the Mac if you fronting
Flee dropping checks, and a nigga came from nothing
Key round my neck, go getter, I ain’t stunting
They see my respect, so they know I ain’t bluffing
All them years locked up top, now I’m worth something
Villas, yachts, double shots at the bar
My hitters pop, licking shots at you frauds
And we always got back up, when we fall
Got money on the way, yeah, it’s knocking at my door
Flew to Italy shopped at designer stores
Bought her so many bags she ain’t even want more
I’m living good now, no doubts, so sure
Body bags at money banks, looking like a morgue
She bounce to the beat, ass dropping to the floor
Her money on the way
You make it rain, we make it pour
Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way
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DDG – Arguments Lyrics
[Intro]
TreOnTheBeat, yeah
[Verse 1]
Look baby listen them hoes was lying
Here take a tissue don’t like you crying
I wouldn’t cheat bae, your just to perfect
I cannot lose you its just not worth it
I know they tweeting, them hoes is capping
I thought I told you ain’t nothing happen
I never want you to sit there clueless
Baby I love you I thought you knew this
Stop getting angry, stop all the madness
We meant to be, look how long we lasted
Sadness, I ain’t eat in days like i’m fasting
Blasted, I wannna be with you ‘till my casket
I’m just disappointed in your actions
Then you get upset in my reactions
To be honest babe i’m just passing
We were doing straight and now we’re slanted
[Chorus]
I want you in my life girl fuck a solo
All the arguments and fights I can’t do it no more
You asked am I right and I really don’t know
You said I can be replaced baby that’s a low blow
I want you in my life girl fuck a solo
All the arguments and fights I can’t do it no more
You asked am I right and I really don’t know
You said I can be replaced baby that’s a low blow
[Verse 2]
Baby I understand your mental I need you to know
I got work to get done I got the shows on the road
Secure the bag so we can take a trip to Italy
I know i’m a pain so i’m confused to why you into me
I guess this is love and i’m certain that it is
I see you got baby fever one day we should have some kids
We in love why we fighting we just need to face it
It’s a marathon you last longer when you pace it
I just want you to kno-o-ow, I just want us to gro-o-ow
When we be fighting I feel so low tho
Are we gon’ last I don’t know no more, I don’t know no more
Put your foot on the gas fuck a stop sign go (yeah)
I think we thinking too much lets just go with the flow
[Chorus 2]
I want you in my life girl fuck a solo
The arguments and fights I can’t do it no more
You asked am I right and I really don’t know
You said I can be replaced baby that’s a low blow (yeah)
[Verse 3]
Last verse was before the breakup
Still wondering if we gon make up
Can’t sleep girl nah I gotta stay up
I miss the nights when we used to cake up
Used to text “good morning” now I get a GM
Washed up rappers in your fucking dm
Still wondering if you went to see him
Stayed out ‘till the morning after fucking pm
You got back in the morning, i’m talking six in the morning
Our connection got boring
You gon’ make me glow up and go and cop me a foreign
You been sleeping on me lately girl it sound like snoring (yeah)
Used to be my baby now I call you my ex
Them basketball players only want you for sex
Them internet niggas look at you as a check
Girl I loved your ass to death treated you with respect
Took you to the islands girl that came from the heart
I ain’t really feel the love I was doing my part
It’s a whole list of shit I don’t know where to start
Go and find another man girl you cute and you smart
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Migos – Too Playa lyrics
[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah (DJ Durel)
The way we put this sh*t together, you know what I mean?
Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean?
I got this man on the saxophone
You know what I mean, he blowing them keys
You know we keep keys the right way, you dig?
The way we put this Culture sh*t together
It’s like a new wave, generation way
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho, woo
[Verse 1: Quavo]
She f*ck with the gang (gang), she f*ck with the team
She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean (yeah)
She got little perky breasts (perky), I put a little ice on the flex
She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck, yeah
Don’t look at that skeleton too long, might drown (swim, swim)
My nigga got felonies, let him out right now (woo, ay)
I’m in Miami like a Zoe Pound (yeah yeah)
Call a Zoey dollar jet ski, water clowns
Wrist spending tabs, finna spaz, finna spaz
Niggas spending fast (spinning), 150 cash, 50 cash
Yeah, large (yeah), y’all nigga talk too hard (talk, talk)
We pull your card, pull up and chop down yards (chop)
Fish bowl same size, fish tank, yeah (yeah)
Big bank same size as his bank, yeah (yeah)
My bitch way better than his bitch, yeah (fo sho)
We too playa (yeah), we too, we too playa (playa)
Yeah, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa (clean)
Yeah, we too playa (woo), yeah, we too playa (playa)
Woo, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa
Ay, we too playa, yeah, we too playa
[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
All this watered down, might could sell it to a whale, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz
Play a circle down my first squad, but you already knew that
Nigga claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that
Donatella on the bootstrap, whole crew got a Tru tat
Whole crew got a Tru chain, lay it back, now I move same
100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a nigga like a spiritual
Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal
Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark
Black Patek Philippe, motherf*ckers like Armor-All
Ok, now all in all, got it from wall to wall
Took it from mall to mall, dropped it from stall to stall
Shitting on niggas subliminally, all of my shoes are from Italy
Hard top crews, no Kennedy, she’ll pay cash, no penalty
[Verse 3: Quavo]
Marble all my floors, blue strip on my rolls
If the money fold, that mean the dope ain’t sold
I like it straight, the men ain’t gotta debate
Ice on stakes, pull up with a serious face
The way these hoes like to film a nigga, Lorenz Tate
I won’t even let you film a nigga without seeing tape
Yeah, that’s my brother, work, but I gotta play harder
Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters
[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big bank same size as his bank, yeah
My bitch way better than his bitch, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa
[Verse 4: Takeoff]
I am a player, and no, I ain’t playing fair
Swear they shaking like some dreads
Oh, that mean we got ’em scared
Look up at your man’s head, tell me what color that dot is
Dot on his head is red, get popped for some sh*t that your brother did
I love my mama, never change, your honor
So I gotta let his mama live
I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner, make him vanish, David Copperfield
Came in the game and was independent
They was screaming out that we ain’t got a deal
Said I ain’t playing, this the face I make
When I call my plug and he ain’t got a sell
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I’m outta here
Open the door when they got in there
Quiet, I pick up the silencer
Shoot it up to the analogist
Ballin’, but they keep callin’ us
And ain’t no stoppin’ us, try to see the apocalypse
[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa
[Verse 5: Offset]
New Moncler, throwin’ salt on a playa
Save the salt for the snails
Or the rocks in my ear
Put you in the Bentley, brand new Selena
She a bad bitch, I seen her
I’m flooded, call FEMA
I do it the best, I am too playa to stress
Drip like the mayor, more or less
I like your bitch, I caress
Dry down the stick nigga, hush
Codeine syrup a must
Wraith with the peppermint guts
He sweet, he keep holding nuts
Your bitch is a throwaway mutt
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Migos – Notice Me lyrics
[Intro]
Good job First
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I put it slow on me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me (ayy)
Birds in the traps singin’ like Jodeci
I tip a bitch just ’cause of my courtesy (tippin’)
Been through her show, pick up my currency (back it)
Versace slippers colored burgundy (‘Sace!)
Rappers be talkin’, think they hurtin’ me (uh uh)
I took his ho, make her come work for me (bitch!)
Keep the Draco case in emergency (grr, grat)
Ridin’ ’round the city
Sippin’ a tea, packin’ the heat, niggas that lookin’ for me (lookin’ for)
Comin’ up watchin’ them niggas on TV like they were what I wanted to be (wanted to)
Now they wanna get paid for it, they got us a blessing to see (naw, for real)
Don’t charge ’em on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I put it slow in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah
[Verse 2: Offset]
I told that bitch to drop a four for me (drop a four)
Drop my top, now I’m exposing me (skrt, skrt)
A lot of these rappers getting old to me (they kinda old)
Extortion publishing, you owe it to me (you know you owe)
I’m droppin’ the top and showin’ the titties (drop top)
Bunch of the money, we tryna get fitted (went to the mind)
I clear my mind and I had a vision (I had a vision)
And then I arrive with twenty-five bitches (then they arrive)
We sell out the whole facility
Not likin’ your vibe, your energy (vibe)
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
She sniffin’ the lines, assembly (lines)
We had a good time in Italy (time)
Yo, these niggas be lyin’ about loyalty (lyin’)
Get on my knees, prayin’ to God to cover me
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I put it slow in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah
[Outro: Quavo]
Nawfside, yeah
Can we ride, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Intro)
Good job First
(Chorus: Post Malone)
Got your hole in me
I put it slow in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I put it slow on me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
(Bridge: Quavo)
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah
(Verse 1: Takeoff)
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me (ayy)
Birds in the traps singin’ like Jodeci
I tip a b**ch just ’cause of my courtesy (tippin’)
Been through her show, pick up my currency (back it)
Versace slippers colored burgundy (‘Sace!)
Rappers be talkin’, think they hurtin’ me (uh uh)
I took us home, make her come work for me (b**ch!)
Keep the Draco case in emergency (grr, grat)
Ridin’ ’round the city
Sippin’ a tea, packin’ the heat, ni**as that lookin’ for me (lookin’ for)
Comin’ up watchin’ them ni**as on TV like they were what I wanted to be (wanted to)
Now they wanna get paid for it, they got us a blessing to see (naw, for real)
Don’t charge ’em on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet
(Repeat Chorus: Post Malone)
(Repeat Bridge: Quavo)
(Verse 2: Offset)
I told that b**ch to drop a four for me (drop a four)
Drop my top, now I’m exposing me (skrt, skrt)
A lot of these rappers getting old to me (they kinda old)
Extortion publishing, you owe it to me (you know you owe)
I’m droppin’ the top and showin’ the titties (drop top)
Bunch of the money, we tryna get fitted (went to the mind)
I clear my mind and I had a vision (I had a vision)
And then I arrive with twenty-five b**ches (then they arrive)
We sell out the whole facility
Not likin’ your vibe, your energy (vibe)
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
She sniffin’ the lines, assembly (lines)
We had a good time in Italy (time)
Yo, these ni**as be lyin’ about loyalty (lyin’)
Get on my knees, prayin’ to God to cover me
(Repeat Chorus: Post Malone)
(Repeat Bridge: Quavo)
(Outro: Quavo)
Nawfside, yeah
Can we ride, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Kodak Black – Talk About It Lyrics
[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, she know I be runnin’ it, too
Lil’ shawty know I’m full of love
She know I’m bullshittin’
Aye, King, stop playin’, boy, turn the light on in here
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
She know I’m bullshittin’, she know I’m running the game
Lil’ shawty know I’m selling dreams, she buyin’ it anyway
Start some beef with me, boy, it’ll be over any day
And my plug come from Italy, yeah he keep me paid
Everyday I’m sippin’ on remedy, yeah I keep that drink
They need to free my dogs literally ’cause they in a cage
I fuck with youngins sometimes
You straight, but you got crooked ways
Life’s a gamble, crushin’ [?] my ace of spades
Know I used to fuck with [?] ’til I heard he gay
I heard a nigga stuck a broom right up his dirty ass
And, I be on a molly sippin’ [?]
And, I don’t like nobody, so get out my face
And, I be out here wilin’, bitch, I’m young and violent
Aye, I get out my [?], I get out my lane
I be wearing Venus, I get out my space
The Devil, he be creepin’, get him out my space
I’m slidin’ wit’ my toast, but it’ll get you baked
And, I don’t need a holster when it’s on my waist
Yeah, I’m a hell raiser, but I’m heaven made
I’m a Gemeni, so I got 7 ways
And I poured the lean up in my [lemonade?]
I use this shit to my advantage, call it 7 days
And I stack it like a sandwich wit’ no mayonnaise
I spent some time wearin’ [?], but I don’t ever see
[Verse 2: Humble Haitian]
[?] casino while my niggas play spades
Niggas be like bitches, they be throwin’ shade
Bitch, get out my face, don’t like them anyway
Bitch, I’m gettin’ money, no [?], and I got laid
I’m like a horse on hay, I’m talking Mary Jane
Let my [?] keep that heat, but I’m in [?]
Nigga come ’round playin’, snipers make you hit the floor
Stay strong, nigga
Bitch, I’m on my 10 toes
[Verse 3: CBE]
From a nigga, call it [?]
Through FedEx, sell it on Ebay
My goons goin’ crazy, they goin’ insane
Mention my name, I’m aimin’ at yo’ brain
Far from [dual lanes?] we are not the same
Took a nigga bitch, he ain’t seen the hoe since
That fed don’t make dollars, they don’t make cents
[?] in the head with the llama, call it common sense
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Ski Mask The Slump God – WTF!? Lyrics
[Intro]
Yuh, we just started from the top, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Hey, do you like curse words?
There is a lot in the verse
Ayy Tony
Ayy! Uh
[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
[Verse 1]
Huh? Huh? Huh? What did you say?
Umm, repeat, yuh
Yachty pulled up in a new ‘Cedes truck (that’s nice)
Lights, they on the front
Pause, Then I’ma stunt
Ayy, you not savage so keep that shirt tucked
No you not, no you not
I am a bad boy, don’t wear no seat buckle
Beat down that pussy then dust off my knuckles
What else? What else? What else? Dust off my knuckles
Walk the damn plank, on yo’ bitch I plank
Unless she stank, smell like a Chef Boyardee
X came with Tank, basquiat came to paint
Achoo, I’m blessed
Don’t ask me why ’cause I don’t look like you
[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
[Verse 2]
Terio, ohh, kill ’em!
It’s how I walked up in the building
This the man I’m with the millions
I’m as high as hands up in the sky
When it’s yo’ auntie’s hands saying hallelujah!
I’m the shit, what’s it to ya?
(Umm, here’s your tissue)
Yup, I needed it
Just for my jewelry, ’cause it be tripping B
And she from Italy, she got the sausage
Like I’m the Kennedy, got lotta green on me
Talkin’ ’bout Kennedy, she said I’m awesome!
[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
[Intro: French Montana]
You know who it is when you hear that
[Verse 1: Zion & Edwin]
Señorita I ain’t tryna play (nah nah nah)
I been thinking you should get a taste
You gon’ wanna put me on the case (yeah)
Right away, right away, aye, aye-aye-aye
They all tryna keep you on the block (on the block)
Imma take you Italy, no stops
You gon’ wanna kick it at the spot (uh)
Right away, right away, aye, aye-aye-aye
[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Aye-aye-aye, meet me on the roof
Aye-aye-aye, I’m feeling the views
Aye-aye-aye, no, don’t be confused
Girl you ain’t gon’ be wasting time
[Chorus: All]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
[Verse 2: Edwin & Brandon]
Señorita, where you wanna go (where you wanna go?)
I can show you things you never know
Podemos escapar nosotros dos
Right away, right away, aye, aye-aye-aye
And I just wanna kiss you on the beach
I can make you elevate your dream
All he do is catch it and release
What you say? What you say? Aye-aye-aye
[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Aye-aye-aye, meet me on the roof
Aye-aye-aye, I’m feeling the views
Aye-aye-aye, no, don’t be confused
Girl you ain’t gon’ be wasting time
[Chorus: All & Zion]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more (I can’t wait)
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
[Interlude: Zion & All, & French Montana]
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait, no more
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait (wait)
You know what it is when you hear that
[Verse 3: French Montana & Nick]
I told her baby come and snatch me from the block (right away)
When you think about tomorrow, want it now (right away)
Hello, hello mamacita, the weekdays and the weekend
Same girls want the Weeknd, they call me Montana
Fell in love right away, French know the repertoire
Bonjour, oh my god, pulled up in, au revoir
She’s, feeling the view
Feet, up in the coupé
Like a film though
We kicked it at Melrose
I can’t wait no more, baby
[Chorus: All]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
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PRETTYMUCH – No More lyrics
[Intro: French Montana]
You know who it is when you hear that
[Verse 1: Zion, Edwin]
Señorita I ain’t tryna play (nah nah nah)
I been thinking you should get a taste
You gon’ wanna put me on the case (yeah)
Right away, right away, aye
They all tryna keep you on the block (on the block)
Imma take you Italy, no stops
You gon’ wanna kick it at the spot (uh)
Right away, right away, aye
[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Aye-aye-aye, meet me on the roof
Aye-aye-aye, I’m feeling the views
Aye-aye-aye, no, don’t be confused
Girl you ain’t gon’ be wasting time
[Chorus: All]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
[Verse 2: Edwin, Brandon]
Señorita, where you wanna go (where you wanna go?)
I can show you things you never know
Podemos escapar nosotros dos
Right away, right away, aye, aye-aye-aye
And I just wanna kiss you on the beach
I can make you elevate your dream
All he do is catch it and release
What you say? What you say?
[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Aye-aye-aye, meet me on the roof
Aye-aye-aye, I’m feeling the views
Aye-aye-aye, no, don’t be confused
Girl you ain’t gon’ be wasting time
[Chorus: All, Zion]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more (I can’t wait)
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
[Interlude: Zion, All, French Montana]
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait, no more
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait (wait)
You know what it is when you hear that
[Verse 3: French Montana, Nick]
I told her baby come and snatch me from the block (right away)
When you think about tomorrow, want it now (right away)
Hello, hello mamacita, the weekdays and the weekend
Same girls want the Weeknd, they call me Montana
Fell in love right away, French know the repertoire
Bonjour, oh my god, pulled up in, au revoir
She’s, feeling the view
Feet, up in the coupé
Like a film though
We kicked it at Melrose
I can’t wait no more, baby
[Chorus: All]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his biblehood never questioned
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only liars are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always the proof
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see or understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Nefertiti would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties went in the bowl
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
Business deals and the Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones would’ve thought I was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see or understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresenting, misquoting then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments in Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see or understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
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Gucci Mane – Members Only
[Intro]
Honorable C-Note
Wizop
[Verse 1]
Fresher than a bitch
Hit the mall for the fit
And we fucking standing up
I’m standing tall in you bitch
I send them bullets at you nigga
I jump wall at you clique
When them shooters get them (pew pew)
Niggas calling the quits
Niggas running ducking falling and shit
Dont get involved with this shit
Because we all with this shit
Well I’m ballin’ I’m super lit
My net worth, I quadrupled it
This groupie chick so super thick
I might buy her new Louboutins
Ludacris, never sold dope I did it was lucrative
All these P’s, I’m cooking in
I never be broke again
I’ts a lot of yankees tryna live the life that Gucci live
They ain’t beat a murder charge or killed them folks that Gucci killed
[Hook]
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only yeah rich niggas only
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only yeah this for the homies
[Verse 2]
Pulled up on Peter street the box, that’s where my heater be
My car was shipped from Germany
My clothes was shipped from Italy
Niggas envious they ridicule and belittle me
I was too generous, now I have no sympathy
I just built a mansion, solid gold on my amenities
Holmes he not no street nigga get him out the vicinity
I just bought a Phantom and put wood on the extremities
Man that bitch ain’t bad enough get her out this facility
Wake up every morning grinding like I’m hungry
Homeless and lonely coz I really want it
Hold up Gucci Mane run them bands up
But fuck that, this a stick up put your hands up
[Hook]
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only, yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only, yeah this for the homies
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only, yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only, yeah this for the homies
[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments of Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments of Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open
[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
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Russ – Prosper
[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
[Verse 1]
Eating in Italy
Golfing in Glasgow
Swimming in Switzerland
Mr international
All off these rap flows
All off these chord progressions
All of these kicks, snares, melodies and tour investments
I put my own money up so no one tells me shit
I know what you about to say before you tell me it
You so predictable
I’m so in tune with it
I gotta folder with a lotta women’s nudes in it
I gotta Rolex
I gotta lotta chains
But none of that is worth as much as memories that I’ve gained
I’m flying PJ’s
50,000 each way
Live from the peach-state
I hit the sweepstakes
These days they all scream Russ
Some are screaming hate
Some are screaming love
Fuck it everytime you judge I get paid
That’s what my mom told me
I’ma cop the wheels of fortune cause you owe me
Pat sayjak shit, pat sayjak shit
Might get a maybach for maybach just to say that shit
I gave a million to the government
I pay taxes
Did I say government I meant the mob
I hate that shit
Legal extortion of half my fortune
Soon as the tour ends a portion of my racks like Nordstrom gets taxed
If that’s the cost of doing business dog I need loopholes
Luckily the money getting longer than manute bol
Sumo it’s time to put my foot down
Picked up the gin around the time I put the kush down
I still smoke a little but not without a shot in me
Connected to my higher self yeah that’s the god in me
I’m just tryna stay on top like an apostrophe
Bitch I’m tryna win fuck only being a nominee
I’m a one of one, Russ is an anomaly
Coming to your city and boosting its economy
[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
[Bridge]
Just live your truth and do you
They hate honesty boo hoo
Just count up all your blessings
Big or small they’re still all blessings
[Verse 2]
Three accounts each over a milli
Rap game so crazy if I’m sober I’m silly
Yeah I drink, yeah I smoke
But that’s natural elixirs
You live like your future ain’t in the picture
I’m high up out in Malibu
The road to real wealth is always paved with different avenues
The difference in dividends
Is multiple businesses
I got end of year goals too big for Christmas lists
I’m dropping these jewels
I’m breaking the rules
I take your negativity and I use it as fuel
These rappers are food
Yeah I’m still hungry
I own apartment complexes that’s real money
[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
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Lil Durk – Goofy (feat. Jeezy & Future)
[Intro: Future]
Southside
Yeah, Super
Yeah, what we doin’?
[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy
Switch up for some pussy you coochie (lean)
How you bad and boujee? (bitch)
No car, no house, lil’ bitch you goofy (goofy)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ in the coupe (in the coupe)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’, no groupies (no groupies)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ with goofies (lame)
Send his ass off he a goofy (pussy)
Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (goofy)
Fucked the bitch left her in the huncho (groupie)
Lamborghini price go skrt skrt
Young nigga caught a body got right out
In my neighborhood I’m like Tookie (6-0)
Set it off, uzi
Your jewelry gang, foofy (fake!)
You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot
[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Coupe from Italy though
I got two of them Rollies
That mean I’m goin’ to Boosie
All that dick ridin’, no lyin’
Don’t know if they’re gangstas or groupies
I can’t give a fuck ’bout these niggas
Def ain’t textin’ these hoes
Sleep with a million in cash
Them my relationship goals
I’m on the phone with a sheik
I’m tryna cop me some gems
I’m in the coupe with a mink
I’m ridin’ facto the rims
D.A. know who I am
Galore is I don’t give a damn
Open my top like a clam
Bentley as white as them grams
[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
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Lil Durk – Goofy (feat. Future & Jeezy)
[Intro: Future]
Southside
Yeah, Super
Yeah, what we doin’?
[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy
Switch up for some pussy you coochie (lean)
How you bad and boujee? (bitch)
No car, no house, lil’ bitch you goofy (goofy)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ in the coupe (in the coupe)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’, no groupies (no groupies)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ with goofies (lame)
Send his ass off he a goofy (pussy)
Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (goofy)
Fucked the bitch left her in the huncho (groupie)
Lamborghini price go skrt skrt
Young nigga caught a body got right out
In my neighborhood I’m like Tookie (6-0)
Set it off, uzi
Your jewelry gang, fufi (fake!)
You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot
[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Coupe from Italy though
I got two of them Rollies
That mean I’m goin’ to Boosie
All that dick ridin’, no lyin’
Don’t know if they’re gangstas or groupies
I can’t give a fuck ’bout these niggas
Def ain’t textin’ these hoes
Sleep with a million in cash
Them my relationship goals
I’m on the phone with a sheik
I’m tryna cop me some gems
I’m in the coupe with a mink
I’m ridin’ facto the rims
D.A. know who I am
Galore is I don’t give a damn
Open my top like a clam
Bentley as white as them grams
[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
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Action Bronson – Randy The Musical Lyrics
ACTION BRONSON
Randy The Musical Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
You can find us in the garden like Spike on any night
Encrusted in some ice that look bluish in the light
Spanish on the mistress, Jewish on the wife
Shootin’ like a piston, aim for proper distance
Live from London, number crunchin’
Drivin’ gloves with some Asian bitches rubbin’ me with
sponges
Expensive lunches, wages off of hunches
I bet the dogs and if I win it then the paper yours
Pack your bag, wash your pussy, then leave
Meet me at the airport, the plane is leaving at 3
She said alright, blew smoke through my nose
It’s the talented younger stallion, no Pinocchio nose
[Verse 2:]
Please stop your shit’s all hype dude
Meanwhile the wrist all spiteful
Just be real, that shit’s not like you
Man you know these things go through a cycle
Straight from Queens rock fatigue all weather
Fila three-quarter cream feet all leather
Never sing the blues, man my team mo’ better
We blow cheddar, on [?]
City lights shine bright on my complexion
Self-reflection, red hands flashing at the intersection
Life is green-lit, one star no script
Supporting actors, fresh peaches no pit
I love my people, considered as my brothers
Came from different mothers, came up in the same
struggle
Some estranged, some deep up in the game still
Money separate, believe you know the fame will
[Verse 3:]
Ayo macerate the fruit, tap it over angel’s food
Yeah we gettin’ loot, Timberland the boot
Kush is by prescription, prolific in the kitchen
People on my dick because I’m vicious with the diction
House shoes and some khakis on the west
Hit the beach up, twist the Cheech up, let the beat
thump
Never f**kin’ with the crab that’s pre-lumped
Makin’ bitches sign a pre-nup
Chocolate with the mean rump
Serve some cream stuff, shit to make the fiends jump
Crispy greenery, tropical the scenery
Believe you me, this shit ain’t always what it seem to
be
I’m feastin’ dolo down in Italy
I’m in the street like a hooker’s feet
I’m known to sit on leather
I’m smokin’ hash and marijuana cause it go together
Old school PAL at the colder center
Three AM we on the corner rockin’ Polo sweater
[Outro:]
Thank you
It might be the illest track I ever wrote
Who left it? You?
Word yo
I’m sippin’ something, I gotta sip before I rap
I gotta ooo ooo ooo
Bing bing bing bing bing
Exactly
Bing bing bing bing bing bing bing bing bing
It’s rap
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We Are Assassins Lyrics – Dan Bull
Let me tell the story of Ezio Auditore
Adolescent, rowdy, brawny
Exceptionally hella horny
He’s the sort of lout
That’s surely doubtless purely out for glory
But something out of the ordinary
Happened to make his tale more gory
When a man’s family is taken away
Anguish and hatred can make him change his aims
In the space of a day
He went from causing heartbreak
To causing heartbreak
Literally
Requiescat in pace
(We are Assassins)
We work in the dark
To serve the light
(We are Assassins)
Facilitate the fate
Of those who deserve to die
(We are Assassins)
Commited to the Creed
To which we have submitted
(We are Assassins)
Nothing is true
Everything is permitted
See your death throes
When I broke your brains like an egg yolk
And throw them on the wall
Like I’m painting a fresco
Techno retro
So let’s go get those codex notes
Is the next bloke better than me?
Yep
Nope
He’s lacking intelligence
While I’m actively elegant
Rapidly getting ever more Machiavellian
Even though my armour’s a thin sheet like pyjamas
It’d simply need an army to lynch me
With half an inch each of yarn
I would nimbly fight my way out of the bondage
It’s kinky
And since he’s the father of ingenuity
Leonardo DaVinci’s partly responsible
For the hard to believe half of your eulogy
So let me take this opportunity
To fluently and lucidly
Produce a piece of music
For the Creed to keep in unity
Now do please excuse me
I need some promiscuity
It’s been too long for me
Like two mins since I’ve seen some nudity
(We are Assassins)
We work in the dark
To serve the light
(We are Assassins)
Facilitate the fate
Of those who deserve to die
(We are Assassins)
Commited to the Creed
To which we have submitted
(We are Assassins)
Nothing is true
Everything is permitted
(We are Assassins)
We work in the dark
To serve the light
(We are Assassins)
Facilitate the fate
Of those who deserve to die
(We are Assassins)
Commited to the Creed
To which we have submitted
(We are Assassins)
Pimping out the villa
Until it’s as big as a Basilica
Villagers bringing in bigger income
In unlimited integers
Injurious extrajudicial inquisitor
Instant criminal conviction distributor
There isn’t a bit of room in this system for prisoners
I whip out the scimitar
And administer a sinister signature finisher
So you’re dead in the middle of the original Italy
From city to city
I’m an invisible visitor
My mission is to sit and listen
As the conspiracy thickens
I’m within your perimeter
But without parameters
My rapping is advanced a bit
Past iambic pentameter
Fricking amateurs
There’s an Assassin in the Vatican
Attacking from the battlements
A man with an axe in his back?
It has to be an accident
A bloody baptism
Standing in for the sacrament
That randomly recurs
Until it’s happened to the last of them
(We are Assassins)
We work in the dark
To serve the light
(We are Assassins)
Facilitate the fate
Of those who deserve to die
(We are Assassins)
Commited to the Creed
To which we have submitted
(We are Assassins)
Nothing is true
Everything is permitted
(We are Assassins)
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Binary Star – KoBe (Waterworld 3 Album)
Wait til I exhale my flows ability
The Dragon the fire the gold and shimmery
I burn with desire in cold assemblies
My voice thru da wire control the energy
MC OG Chicago and Sicily
Rap everywhere see me Rome like Italy
Microphones gets blown in close proximity
I don’t stop kickin’ these goals, without penalties
Show you how to make it when I zone out mentally
Make moves physically
billin me you feelin me?
liars, they wanna steal my whole identity
I rain on they’ parades like the hole in Kennedy
Drop top,
diamond in the back,
solar energy
Global warming,
penguins meet the centipedes
Wisdom,
maybe you consider me
Ministry of dentistry
Menace to Society
Nobody denying me
Don’t
O /owe
N
E / any
Man
I hit’em with A/Aye
R (are)
We gonna show
M (them)
Y (why)?
We kill’em away
With lyrical spray
Political world
we live in today
Lights, Camera, Cinema play
And police say we shouldn’t complain
Cuz [email protected]/* */ wit [email protected]/* */ would did us the same
Blow us away it’s a typical day
So One Be Lo,
the temperature stay
The summer is cold,
The winter is late
I Spring before they fall in my way
The Lord work in mysterious ways
That man working for minimum wage
The poor get poor
The richer get prey
The minister paid
The middle decay
Father figures addicted astray
We miss him but hey, we’re still in the game
Don’t always believe what they literally say
You knocking boots?
I’m Italy way
Similar to paint
I fill in the blanks
I’m landing mines at enemy tanks
The image portray
Some lizard and snakes
But really it’s him in that mirror display
All in my face
Invisible hate
Physically stuck in a miserable state
The biggest disgrace
Trump bigot debates
Bernie, Carson, Hilary race
Sippin champagne
Cinnamon baked
The media say, the privileges same
This ain’t about race so don’t get in my lane
You’re digging more graves
Lock us away
Clickety clank
The system fill and we’re feeling betrayed
Send me a lemon
I’ll send lemonade
Lemon rice chicken
Lemon meringue
Lemon I squeeze
And riddle ya brain
Lime
Light
I did it the same
Juice bars
Ba Binary Stars
Ma Molotovs
Ba Ba Ba Bars
Ba Ba Ba Bang
Triggers I aim
Both of us living, not living the same
Ask me how long I been in this game?
You cave man
come live in my age
Since the begininng like Genesis page
Alpha-Omega unlimited ways
Even/Eve and Adams/atoms gimme a break
Nuclear bang
Killing a page
Pen and grenade
Ba Ba Ba Bang
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Musicals – Chess – Chess Game #1 lyrics
Walter: [Spoken]
There has been a sensational development in the
Very first fame of the World Chess Championship
Here is the snow-covered Tyrolean town of Merano,
Italy.
The board and pieces have been thrown to the ground
In disgust by one or the other or both of the players.
The world champion Freddie Trumper has stormed out
In a rage. It looks personal.
Trumper has demanded that Sergievsky apologize for
Making him walk out. Unless someone bangs their heads
Together, the championship could be abandoned after just
One game.
Walter de Courcy for Global Television.
The Arbiter:
Each game of chess
Means there’s one less
Variation left to be played.
Each day got through
Means one or two
Less mistakes remain to be made.
Soloists 1 & 2:
Not much is known
Of early days of chess
Beyond a fairly vague report–
Soloist 3:
That fifteen hundred years ago
Two princes fought,
Tough brothers,
For a Hindu throne.
Soloist 4:
The mother cried,
For no one really likes
Their offspring fighting
To the death.
She begged to stop
The slaughter
With her every breath.
Soloist 5:
But sure enough
One brother died.
Soloists 4 & 6:
Sad beyond belief,
She told her winning son,
Soloist 6:
“You have caused such grief
I can’t forgive
This evil thing you’ve done.”
Soloist 3 & 7:
He tried to explain
How things had really been.
Soloist 7:
But he tried in vain,
No words of his
Could mollify the queen.
Soloist 8:
And so he asked
The wisest men he knew
The way to lessen her distress.
The Arbiter:
They told him he’d be
Pretty certain to impress
By using model soldiers
On a checkered board
To show it was his brother’s fault–
All:
They thus invented chess
Male Soloists:
Chess displayed no inertia,
Soon spread to Persia,
Then west.
Female Soloists:
Next the Arabs refined it,
Thus redesigned, it
Progressed.
Soloist 9:
Still further yet,
And when Constantinople
Fell in 1453,
One would have noticed
Every other refugee
Included in his bags a set.
Soloist 10:
Once in the hands,
And in the minds
Of leading figures
Of the Renaissance–
Soloist 2:
The spirit and the speed
Of chess made swift advance
Through all of Europe’s vital lands.
Female Soloists: Male Soloists:
Where we must record Each game of chess,
The game was further changed– Means there’s one less
Right across the board Variation left to be played.
The western touch
Upon the pieces ranged.
Soloists:
King, and queen, and rook,
And bishop, knight, and pawn
All took on the look
We know today–
The modern game was born.
The Arbiter:
And in the end,
We see a game
That started by mistake
In Hindustan–
And boosted in the main
By what is now Iran–
Become the simplest,
And most complicated
Pleasure yet devised
For just the kind of mind
Who would appriciate this
Well-researched, and fascinating
Yarn.
[Spoken]
The World Chess Federation, of which I have the honor
Of being president, announces that the next world championship
Will take place here in Merano, Italy.
The current world champion Frederick Trumper of the United
States of America will defend his title again Anatoly Sergievsky
Of the Soviet Union.
The first player to achieve six victories will be declared
Champion. The first game will begin on March 27, 1979.
Welcome, world, to Merano!