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N.W.A, Kendrick Lamar & Beyoncé Streams Soar Amid Protests

Black artists including N.W.A, Kendrick Lamar and Beyoncé are seeing spikes in streams during the ongoing police brutality protests. In addition, songs by Public Enemy, D’Angelo, Killer Mike, and Childish Gambino are racking up streams as the Black Lives Matter movement continues. Source: N.W.A, Kendrick Lamar & Beyoncé Streams Soar Amid Protests Although these anthems have called for change since […]
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DJ Shadow – Nobody Speak lyrics

(feat. Run The Jewels)

(Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

[El-P]
Picture this
I’m a bag of dicks
Put me to your lips
I am sick
I will punch a baby bear in his shit
Give me lip
I’ma send you to the yard, get a stick
Make a switch
I can end a conversation real quick

[Killer Mike]
I am crack
I ain’t lyin’, kick a lion in his crack
I’m the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit
Pinch your momma on the booty
Kick your dog, fuck your bitch
Fat boy dressed up like he’s Santa
And took pictures with your kids

[El-P]
We the best
We will cut a frowny face in your chest, little wench
I’m unmentionably fresh, I’m a mensch, get correct
I will walk into a court while erect, screaming “Yes!
I am guilty, motherfuckers, I am death”

Hey, you wanna hear a good joke?

[Refrain]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked

[El-P]
Get running
Start pumping your bunions, I’m coming
I’m the dumbest, who flamethrow your function to Funyuns
Flame your crew quicker than Trump fucks his youngest
Now face the flame, fuckers, your fame and fate’s done with

[Killer Mike]
I rob Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Linus and Lucy
Put coke in the doobie, roll woolies to smoke with Snoopy
I still remain that dick grabbin’ slacker that spit a loogie
‘Cause the toter of the toolie’ll murder you friggin’ Moolies
Fuck outta here, yeah

[Refrain]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey, hey
Nobody speak
Nobody speak

[El-P]
Only facts, I will shoot a
Baby duck if it quacks, with a Luger
Top billin’, come cops some villainous shots is boxed, shipped out, and bought, and y’all feeling it
El-P killin’ it, Killer Mike killin’ shit

[Killer Mike]
What more can I say? We top billin’ it
Valiant without villainy
Viciously foul victory
Burn towns and villages
Burning, looting. and pillaging

[El-P]
Murderers try to hurt us, we curse them and all their children
I just want the bread and bologna bundles to tuck away
I don’t work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away

[Killer Mike]
So tell beggin’ Johnny and Mommy to get the fuck away
Heyyo here’s a gun, son, now run, get it the gutterway
Live to shoot another day

[Refrain]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak
Nobody speak
Nobody speak, nobody get choked

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Logic – Confess (feat. Killer Mike) lyrics

[Verse 1]
I want what I want how I want when I want it
I’ma keep it a hunnid, I’m blunted
I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a fuck about another man
Fuck a brother man
I’ma make it, make it rain like the weather man
Old girl shoulda, shoulda got a better man
Ass fat, lookin’ good in my letterman
In the hood I’m a better man
Wish a mothafucka would, would
Whole life I been up to no good
Change it all if I could
Rearrange my heart, the beat good but I can’t
I’m a sinner, not a saint
Layers to my life, no I can’t
Cover it up with paint
Keep on livin’, livin’
Livin’ on money and women
As soon as I’m in ’em, I’m out
Now the truth never come out my mouth
Speak life when I come in her mouth, like

[Refrain]
I’m a dirty mothafucka, a waste of life, a waste of skin
Wanna repent, don’t know where to begin
Next of kin don’t give a damn ’bout me
I know God don’t give a damn ’bout me
People try but don’t know ’bout me
But the Devil said that he want my soul
But the Devil said that he want my soul
Give it to me right now
Give it to me right now
Give it to me right now
Give it to me right now

[Chorus]
Somebody save me
I need you to save me
To wash away my sins on high

[Verse 2]
I’d rather be a different man in another world
Than work for the man in my universe
Wonder what it feel like to take flight
Momma told me everything gon’ be alright
I mean my life can’t be off right
But come to think about it
Everybody runnin’ the world seem to be all white
Can you mothafuckas see alright?
I mean, I need it, I want it, I gotta have it
Every day tragic
If you’re from where I’m from, everyday ain’t magic
On this I know
I been telling everybody I’ma give it a go, I know
I been there before, feel it in my soul, oh I know!
Love it or hate it, I made it
I did it, I lived it
While the whole world lookin’ at the boy like whoa!
Baptized in a ocean of Hennessey
Really wonder what the remedy
Tell me, how the world gon’ remember me?
Got me feelin like the enemy
Like I ain’t got no energy
I been lookin’ for an entity
Feelin’ like I need to chill, like I need a new amenity
Fuck all that

[Refrain]
I’m a dirty mothafucka, a waste of life
A waste of skin
Wanna repent, don’t know where to begin
Next of kin don’t give a damn ’bout me
I know God don’t give a damn ’bout me
People try but don’t know ’bout me
But the Devil said that he want my soul
But the Devil said that he want my soul
Give it to me right now
Give it to me right now
Give it to me right now
Give it to me right now

[Chorus]
Somebody save me
I need you to save me
To wash away my sins on high

[Bridge]
I know my life was lived the wrong way
I know I did you wrong in my own way
But it was the flashing lights that mesmerized
That hypnotized the only
Part of me you loved
Part of me that had the strength to rise above
Part of me you know
Part of me you love more than to let it go

[Outro: Killer Mike]
Dear God, I just wanna know why
Why do you put us here?
Why do you put us below?
Why do you put us subservient?
Why do you put us below these evil motherfuckers?
And then we crawl and we scratch our way out
We betray each other
We lie, we take from one another
And we told you gon’ forgive us at the end
But the state don’t forgive us
I’m locked up and half my friends
And then when I get out, or I make it out
I’m expected to somehow give back
To people who never wanted to see me escape
I’m startin’ to hate the man in the mirror
And it’s gettin’ clearer
That society was designed to keep me on the bottom
So, if you real, if you’re out there for real
Please explain to me why
Why do we suffer? Why do we die?
And why do the people
Who go against everything you ever said always get ahead?
I’ve done so much wrong, I don’t know if I can ever be right
But tonight, I am in this church
Asking you to show yourself, to reveal yourself to me
Because I’m tired and I don’t know what else to do
So black I’m blue, so brown I’m down
I done been everywhere but up, and when I finally get up
I am ravaged with guilt and pain and shame
And all I wanna do is believe in you
The darker you are, the closer you are to dirt
And they make sure it hurts
And I am tired of hurtin’, man
I’m tired of bein’ looked at, second guessed, doubted, feared
So if you out there, do something about this
‘Cause I can’t take it no more
Help me

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Run The Jewels – Hey Kids (Bumaye) (feat. Danny Brown) (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Intro]
Hey, hey k-
Hey kids!
(This is so crazy!)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses
We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses
Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes
Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes
All cause I’m motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning hashes
Killer, killer, dealing with him like he’s a squealer
Get ’em, got ’em, shout ’em, and flipped the matress
Woo! I’m the man bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob
Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates and the ghost of Jobs
Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain’t flinchin, Marshawn Lynchin’ it
Run through a motherfucker’s face like ig’nant, isn’t it
Domain eminent, we the preeminant
Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous
Enemy grave he digging it, then we piss in it
Us go to hell, we been in it, gettin’ it, yeah

[Hook]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye

[Verse 2: El-P]
Aye, aye kids
I’m the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myth, hey
I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half man imps
They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns
I got half an hour, I’ll burn half a pound and I have to run
Killers of the earth get scared
You do not get one word
You do not live for the heard
Even you living’s absurd, better off kicked to the curb
That is my word
Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid oh shit I got curved
In the Berenstain riff, I’m a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve
It’s like nothin’ not broke, can’t stand the scope in the booth
I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date
Better call mayday, baby I’ll spray, I’m an AK
They flayed and plated, I’m serving dead meat fame to table
Cain to Abel, death’s apprentice
Run the Jewels’ll make last breaths Brexit

[Hook]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye

[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Word architect, when I arch the tech, I’ll part ya’ neck
Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head
Like a gram of blow, you inject
My words infect like insects havin’ incest, I’m in check, like pay day on a Thursday and it’s Wednesday
I’m sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate
That’s pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on ’em twenty-eight
Get pearl tongue like every day, so I Run them Jewels in every state
I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el’s out a p with El-P
My self-esteem on king, got head so big no crown can’t fit me
No bitch on my ding-a-ling when she ride on it she wet like a jet-ski
Please be alarmed, be warned
Please be alarmed, be warned
Give up that charm or get harmed
Watch, too or your time gone, and the rings or your life pawned and we gone

[Outro]
You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you

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Curren$y – Speculation Lyrics

(Intro: Curren$y)
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
Got keys to her pad but I didn’t smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass is

(Verse 1: Curren$y)
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
I got keys to her pad but I haven’t smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass feel
Money make her, yea baby girl that’s what your ass is
Selling dreams to them suckers she be making mad chips
She share it with me cuz them simps don’t compare to me
When she get turned on she look at me like she scared of me
Money in the race, pulled up on the homie Killer Mike at the black owned bank
Dropped a hundred thousand dollars in the safe, we been eating on the road
Bitch stacking up to go play, all a nigga know
Living the fast way, weed burning slow
In a Versace ash tray, Gucci butter dishes
Air Max in colorways, that you could never get
If you robbed a factory, I got it right now
You could try it out after me
(Chorus: Curren$y)
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the

(Verse 2: T.Y.)
Uh, jumped in the game when I boarded the plane
Yea, parked the Wraith just to hop in the Mulsanne
Yea, all these colors in my damn chain
It’ll make yo bitch do some real strange things
Straight to the freaky shit, then I delete the bitch
I get stoned on some real Cheech & Chong shit
I know you liked every song but whats your favorite
We can get loaded while I play that shit
Live in color, me and my niggas like no other
Word to my mother, daddy, uncle and lil brother
We ain’t gon suffer, cuz I’m one grinding motherfucker
Yea, always, nigga we get paid
The cars you see us drive, we whip em like slaves
Day to day, she bring that paper, one of my ways
Fuck bitches get paid

(Verse 3: Fiend)
Roll up when I roll up
Leave the valet a tip plus the roaches
Stoned up in this man but I’m focused
Shades too dark to notice
I represent survivors, soldiers, who had soft white or rocked up Cola
I used to press cash in the sofa
I ain’t even asked her to come over
Money machine Fiend, couldn’t have seen this in my dreams
20s 50s 100s with the bling
All this gold is just a lil something to a king
Bullets to a bulletproof truck is but a thing
Small oversight mix up, led to drop offs and pick ups
Penitentiary chances, to glit up, my wrist up
Ship pills sometimes the answer won’t pick up
But living in gold eyes buck and get the hiccups (?)
You could count my chips up

(Chorus: Curren$y)
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the