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Milli Major – Rally Lyrics (feat. Meridian Dan, Chronik, Prez T & Flirta D)

Breast and a chips
Say they got nines, funny how I can’t see clips
When I got mines, they were like flies
But I weren’t doing up zips
[Verse 4: Flirta D]
F double L, I I with a T
Been doing a g
Tearing up stage, tearing up dough
One man army, tearing up flows
F double L I R with a T
Been doing this since early g
Tearing up stages, tearing up beats
One man army, tearing up fleets
Tearing up shows like [?]
[?]
Know that my style was not for the [?]
Still on my g-r-i-n-d
[Verse 5: Milli Major]
So we will fire ‘pon them boy dere
So we will fire ‘pon them boy dere
So we will fire ‘pon them boy dere
Diss my crew, we’ll fire ‘pon dem
So we will fire ‘pon them boy dere
So we will fire ‘pon them boy dere
So we will fire ‘pon them boy dere
Diss my crew, we’ll fire ‘pon dem
Roll like this, how many MCs got flows and lyrics
They ain’t soundboys, just jokes and gimmicks
When I write rhymes, no limits
Big in space, big in [?]
Should have slapped the judge when he sentenced Merrick
MCs call me out, I can’t hear them
It’s like they ain’t got no credit It’s all f**ked up when you see man in the Brava
Black tinted ‘clava, let off the ting, they’re dead like a natural disaster
I am the master
You wanna run your mouth and then beg for an after
When I draw for the ting then we all know it’s not about jokes and laughter
[Verse 2: Chronik]
Spin a man’s head backwards, half your team are just actors
Man wanna follow me into the flame? Wing and a fries
Somebody tell these guys, I mean what did I order? You roll with a blaster? [Verse 1: Meridian Dan]
Yo
I’ve done a lot of shit in my life and it ain’t come around yet, I must move quicker than karma
I’ve cut more necks than a barber
Not a small little scratch you can fix with a plaster
You know me, I’m a grafter
I make money, work hard, play after
Think you’re big? I’ll make a man jump backwards
I’m like a thousand raptors, I tear flesh with my hands
I was in jail cos I stayed in beef, blud them man started the beef and ran
I thank God for my hand, couple 80’s, had a black Jack and a slag
Laid down the king of hearts, reverse the whole game like a cab
If I say there’s mud in your head, I ain’t talking an expensive hat
Trust when I say there’s flow in my head, that have gone so sick I’m receiving jabs
[Verse 3: President T]
Nobody runs these streets, if anyone did then I never knew
Back in Meridian I had a crew
Everyone six foot tall and rolled with a dezzy
They were like, “Somebody slow down Prezzy”
I was like, “Nobody can, sorry nobody could”
Draw for the garden spade and a plank of wood
Then I went KFC, what did I order? Catch up and you’re gonna need more than armour
What do you know about drama?

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Andy Milonakis – The Superbowl Is Gay Lyrics

The Super Bowl is gay
The super Bowl is gay
The super Bowl is gay
The Super Bowl, Super Bowl
Super Bowl is gay

The Raiders are gay
The Raiders are so fucking gay
Raiders are so fucking gay
The Raiders are gay

The Bucs are gay
The Bucs are also fucking gay
The Bucs are also fucking gay
The Bucs are also fucking gay
The Bucs are gay

Raiders, gay
The Bucs, gay
Super Bowl, gay
Everything else, gay
Water, gay
Cologne is gay
DVD Players are gay
DVDs are gay
Stray cats are gay
The sky is gay
It’s also sometimes grey
But it’s mostly gay
Cottage cheese is gay
Yogurt, gay
Shirts, gay
Vacuum cleaners, gay
Electronic devices, name all of them, are gay
Why are they so gay
Why is everything gay
KFC is gay
McDonalds is gay
McDonalds is gay
You must not misunderstand me when I say McDonalds is gay because it is so gay

Orange juice is gay
Orange juice gay
Orange Juice raped my father
So that makes him gay
So that you know Orange Juice is a male

Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay
I don’t want to play with you cause you’re gay
I don’t want to play with you cause you’re gay
Why don’t you go eat hay, you stupid gay
Why don’t you go eat KFC which I already told you is gay
That’ll make a nice gay couple
Because you’re eating KFC and you are so gay
Just like the chicken that you’re eating
Put on some calgone you faggot cause your gay
So is the calgone cause everything I know is gay that I know
Dollar Bills, gay
Coins, gay
Monitors are gay
Monitors are gay
Scanners are gay
Zip drives, gay
CD Burners, gay
CD burners are gay
They burn music from [?] cause they’re gay

Ay ay ay ay ay
I am not gay
I am not gay
I am not gay
I like girlies
I like girlies
But I like penis so I guess I’m gay
I guess I’m gay
I guess I’m gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, ga
We’re all gay

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Macklemore – Fake ID lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and gentleman, my name is Macklemore. This is my music, and it feels so damn good right about now. Check it, I got a story, yo, it goes a little something like

[Verse 1]
When I was seventeen I was staying in NYC
And my homie told me where I could get a fake ID
“Ayo, son, you better get that shit when you in NY” (okay)
So I hopped on the subway and I gave it a try
To my pleasant surprise the ID looked fine
5’9″, blues eyes, born in ninteen-seventy-nine
Nervous as hell, I went to the store with my homie
Came out and yelled “Dawg, they sold me a 40”
Yeah, you know that I was the man
Buying the contraband with a fake ass hologram
No more looking for bums, standing in the rain
Stranded on Broadway and giving ’em all my change
For the rest of the summer man I was on fades
Seventeen, had it made, getting drunk everyday
Ayy, I got treated a whole new way
Because of a piece of plastic that proved I was of age

[Interlude]
You know what I’m saying, all of a sudden you get this little piece of plastic and you’re in the club. Seventeen like bah! Check it out, it’s like this, yo

[Verse 2]
Now for the next three years I had so much fun
Getting drunk in hip-hop clubs where you had to be twenty-one
Then one day I was walking and I saw a sign
That said KRS-One twenty-one up and live
That’s hella tight
Ayo I heard he always ripped it
So I hopped up in my Civic and went out to buy a ticket
When I got up the the door the bouncer checking ID’s
Looks at mine and he’s like “Nah, we don’t take these”
I tried to reach and grab my shit back
But the mother fucker was tougher than Shaq, on crack
I should of punched him, but I would have reached his knee cap
And that probably wouldn’t have hurt him very much
He kept laughing and smilin’, he called me a dumb shit
And if I would of let myself I would have cried in public
Oh no, I’m like “Give it back, bro!”
But no, my ID was jacked by the Caucasian Deebo

[Bridge]
Ha I’m laughing right now but at the time it really was not funny and it’s still not very funny. Fucker

[Verse 3]
Bitch why you got to take my ID?
Why do I have to be 21 to drink a Long Island Iced Tea?
I hate bouncers with their bald heads and ten foot tall legs
And shirts that they outgrew when they were like ten
*Get ’em*
Your mother is dumb for having you
You’re a bouncer because you have a small dick and as a kid everyone laughed at you
*Get ’em*
You’re too big and you never seemed to listen
You look injected with the shit they give to KFC chickens
*Get ’em*
I don’t like ya, at all I despise you
If I was tall I would fight you
If I was a dog I would bite you
Every single day you make people cry
And your job is to go and ruin teenager’s lives
Ok I’m going too far bouncers aren’t all bad
I’m sure they make great husbands and really strong dads
But hopefully you learned a lesson from me
Never take an MC’s fake ID
Yup, I said never take an MC’s fake ID
You could be buff and tough, it don’t matter to me
Cause you’re going to get burned if you step to MCs

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Lupe Fiasco – Made In The Usa

[Intro]
The American motherfucking dream nigga
Yeah!
On my shit nigga
Drogas, Drogas, Drogas
Where you from nigga?
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
My Glock came from Smyrna, Georgia
My AR-15 from California
My cocaine come from Arizona
My Detroit whip run quick like Forrest

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Bad little bitch from Miami
Came from Cuba but here with family
When I speak that English she don’t understand me
‘Cause I speak I speak I speak that Spanish
On my shit

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Ku Klux man from Indiana (Fuck them niggas)
Brought that shit from Alabama
Making it rain, give ’em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (Yeah!)
That gang shit came from Illinois
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
‘Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco & Bianca Sings]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
That lean cup came from Houston, Texas
"Fuck the Police" was Ruthless Records
Black Panthers was moving breakfast
This united state of mind got me shooting reckless
And I was like raised in that fuckin’ ghetto
Made in that fuckin’ ghetto
You ain’t where I’m from bitch
You ain’t on my fucking level
And the whole world want my swag
Bloods and Crips and shit all up in my flag
‘Cause it’s

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco & Bianca Sings]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 5: Lupe Fiasco]
All my heroes from Hollywood (Fuckin’ Hollywood)
Put Tony Montanas all in my hood (Chico)
This rap shit came from New York City (New York City, City)
My momma came from Mississippi (Momma, we made it)
?? my racks in D.C
Cheese steaks when I’m out in Philly
KFC is trying to kill me
Ridding around without a (feeling/filling?)
And I got slang from every region
And I be speaking stars and stripes
And I be dreaming pledge allegiance, (Bitch!)

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Outro]
All my Jordans come from Portland
You shop at a mall, I shop at (Oregon?)
Rest of that shit it ain’t important, (Yeah

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Wiley – Back With A Banger (Godfather Album)

[Hook]
Fire in my belly ’cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doin’ right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger (Preditah)

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, liquid flow
I fire like a MAC, it’s not a biscuit flow
E3 but I kill ’em with the Chrisp Street flow
DJs, spin the riddim, better mix me, though
Too clued-up, how you gonna trick me, bro?
Buy a lump, I don’t wanna tick three Os
Got the KFC, man have got the Dixy flow
They never break, you’ve never gotta fix these flows
I’m a K-I-N-G, the liquid flows
With the cracks in the concrete, I’m in them, bro
Yellow like a Simpson though, Bart Simpson flow
You know I’ve got that instant flow
Hello, hello, hi, liquid pro
See me in the club, killin’ off a liquid show
First measure, I tell my don pick these shows
‘Cause I wanna be in the club drinkin’, bro

[Hook]
Fire in my belly ’cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doin’ right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Verse 2]
Thinkin’ cap on
My flow’s what it’s like when you turn the tap on
You ever see me often you’re gonna see me back on
See me with white, might see me with black on
Ayy, man got the army Nike track on
I ain’t gonna bother nobody, I just crack on
Stack up, stack up, stack up, stack on
It’s my riddim the DJ wanna slap on
Step up, step in, watch everybody step out
I’m back on the Dizzee like when a man first set out
If you ain’t goin’ for the jugular then brudda, get out
Land and I do what I gotta do, then I jet out
Jet out, man, get out, the jets ain’t private
I’ll be in the aisle seats sittin’ in silence
Spit bars and the crowd go wild
When I look into the dance floor, it looks like violence

[Hook]
Fire in my belly ’cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doin’ right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Verse 3]
Backstage chillin’ in the dance with my dargs dem
None of them are fake, you can ask them
People who are lookin’ a hype, I walk past ’em
Dons could be richer or poor, I won’t class ’em
Dons could be ready for war, my bars spark ’em
My sound travels the seas, that’s why I part ’em
I can be foul, poisonous dart them
But the gyal dem wanna hype if I (uh)
It’s been a good year, couple wars, couple sick tunes
But now I’ve got a deal with a couple quick few
I will clash MCs, I will clash crews
You will know if you wanna try, the choice you choose
I will roll up on my ones and bring twos
In the war, I don’t get confused
You just get defused, nobody can’t snooze
I ain’t really got any points I wanna prove
But I gotta make a move

[Hook]
Fire in my belly ’cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doin’ right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger
Fire in my belly ’cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doin’ right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Outro]
Boy Better Know
I’ve got the badboy flow
Yo
(Preditah)

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Wiley – Back with a Banger Lyrics

[Hook]
Fire in my belly cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doing right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger (Preditah)

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, liquid flow
I fire like a MAC, it’s not a biscuit flow
E3 but I kill ’em with the Chrisp Street flow
DJs, spin the riddim better mix me, though
Too clued-up, how you gonna trick me, bro?
Buy a lump, I don’t wanna tick three Os
Got the KFC, man have got the Dixy flow
They never break, you’ve never gotta fix these flows
I’m a K-I-N-G, the liquid flows
With the cracks in the concrete, I’m in them, bro
Yellow like a Simpson though, Bart Simpson flow
You know I’ve got that instant flow
Hello, hello, hi, liquid pro
See me in the club, killing off a liquid show
First measure, I tell my don pick these shows
Cause I wanna be in the club drinking, bro

[Hook]
Fire in my belly cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doing right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Verse 2]
Thinking cap on
My flow’s what it’s like when you turn the tap on
You ever see me often you’re gonna see me back on
See me with white, might see me with black on
Ayy, man got the army Nike track on
I ain’t gonna bother nobody, I just crack on
Stack up, stack up, stack up, stack on
It’s my riddim the DJ wanna slap on
Step up, step in, watch everybody step out
I’m back on the Dizzee like when a man first set out
If you ain’t going for the jugular then brudda, get out
Land and I do what I gotta do, then I jet out
Jet out, man get out, the jets ain’t private
I’ll be in the aisle seats sitting in silence
Spit bars and the crowd go wild
When I look into the dance where it looks like violence

[Hook]
Fire in my belly cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doing right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Verse 3]
Backstage chilling in the dance with my dargs dem
None of them are fake, you can ask them
People who are looking a hype, I walk past them
Dons could be richer or poor, I won’t class them
Dons could be ready for war, my bars spark them
My sound travels the seas, that’s why I part them
I can be foul, poisonous dart them
But the gyal dem wanna hype if I (uh)
It’s been a good year, couple wars, couple sick tunes
But now I’ve got a deal with a couple quick few
I will clash MCs, I will clash crews
You will know if you wanna try the choice you choose
I will roll up on my ones and bring twos
In the war, I don’t get confused
You just get defused, nobody can’t snooze
I ain’t really got any points I wanna prove
But I gotta make a move

[Hook]
Fire in my belly cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doing right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Hook]
Fire in my belly cause I’m back in the manor
I’ve spent my whole life there stacked in the manor
Yo, I’ve done a lot of tracks in the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know what I’m doing right now
Go tell ’em that I’m back with a banger

[Outro]
Boy Better Know
I’ve got the badboy flow
Yo
(Preditah)

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LUPE FIASCO – Made In The USA lyrics

The American motherfucking dream nigga
Yeah!
On my shit nigga
Drogas, Drogas, Drogas
Where you from nigga?
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch

My Glock came from Savannah, Georgia
My AR-15 from California
My cocaine come from Arizona
My Detroit whip run quick like Forrest

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Bad little bitch from Miami
Came from Cuba but here with family
When I speak that English she don’t understand me
‘Cause I speak I speak I speak that Spanish
On my shit

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Ku Klux man from Indiana (Fuck them niggas)
Brought that shit from Alabama
Making it rain, give ’em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (Yeah!)
That gang shit came from Illinois
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
‘Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

That lean cup came from Houston, Texas
For the police was Ruthless Records
Black Panthers was moving breakfast
Bitch united state of mind got me shooting reckless
And I was like raised in that fuckin’ ghetto
Made in that fuckin’ ghetto
You ain’t where I’m from bitch
You ain’t on my fucking level
And the whole world want my swag
Bloods and Crips and shit all up in my flag
‘Cause it’s

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my heroes from Hollywood (Fuckin’ Hollywood)
Put Tony Montanas all in my hood (Chico)
This rap shit came from New York City (New York City, City)
My momma came from Mississippi (Momma, we made it)
?? my racks in D.C
Cheese steaks when I’m out in Philly
KFC is trying to kill me
Ridding around without a (feeling/filling?)
And I got ?? from every region
And I be speaking starts and stripes
And I be dreaming pledge allegiance, (bitch!)

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my Jordans come (from Portland/imported?)
You shop at a mall, I shop at (Oregon?)
Rest of that shit it ain’t important, (yeah!)