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Rittz – Indestructible

[Intro]
Fell a victim to myself again
But who’s gonna help me when
I need ’em
Pray, they pray on my demise they can smell the scent
We can’t lose in strength
I see ’em
Think like you’re sinking they won’t let you drown
The ones that you trust come and kick while you’re down
They stomp you enough you won’t get off the ground
Anymore

[Hook: Rittz]
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
In the end, you’re indestructible

[Verse 1]
In the booth but I took one fall
On stage, faking you’re thinking it’s all good
I was just in a green room
Had me crying looking at my lady lying in a pool of her own blood
Through a text, cut herself for something that I’ve done
Overseas but I always get followed by bad luck
Bad time I called up my homie but he ain’t wanna console me
Instead he told me that Top of the Line sucked
He was buzzed like I was put on Tech N9ne’s bus
Tryna fight the tin can, I was in the wrong
I was sick, had untreated strep throat doctors didn’t catch
Had a rash spreading up my arms
Spreading up my legs
A fever that stick around for months
No days off, tremor skin crawling in my (?)
Of course my voice would be hoarse for these huge crowds
I was dying, why the fuck he calling me a drunk
Damaging my reputation, need a restoration
Had to rest or put a halt to all my calls
My homie think I’m dodging him outta
Desperation, he said he gonna kill himself, it’s all my fault
This is deja vu, back in 2014 when I came home broke
Eight grand in the hole
Had to postpone having kids, owning a home
Gotta go through the motion alone ’cause

[Hook]
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
In the end, you’re indestructible

[Verse 2]
Get comfortable, love the show
Adjust or fold the crutch you hold
You trusted those that cut your throat
They dug the hole that stunt your growth
Disrupt the flow and that shot
Like I struck your pole
But thunk the most, your (?) to glow
The suds are so inside your soul
A bubble blown you bust or poke
You’re punching holes
You couldn’t even walk in my shoe, barely scuffed the sole
Or play a couple notes
Took a shot, smoke a blunt, maybe numb your nose like who cares
It’s Rittz, bitch

[Verse 3]
Homie fresh up out of jail, a violent environment
Tryin’ hard to turn his life around and his mindset
Never had a nine-to-five, places he applied at
Said he wasn’t hiring, he coming out retirement
I couldn’t really blame him hard or rearrange the wire and
Here’s somebody bring the hotter game that they desiring
Attained and acquiring, cocaine pirates
Wrist game wh-wh-whipping like a (wire is?)
Scars on my skin but surviving in a fire pit
Hold on how (?) burns
Gotta do your research on the people that you keep around assuming they believe in teamwork
Hate to see ’em coming up when I see you reverse
Want to see the street curve when you’re trying to go straight
I was trying to throw shade but it never holds weight
But I gotta know my scope won’t fold, won’t break, ’cause

[Hook]
When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee
When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free
Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed
When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet
In the end, you’re indestructible

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Ab-soul – To The Max Lyrics

AB-SOUL
To The Max Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
I wake up every morning to text messages
From foreigners saying they love me, they miss me
They want me, are you in town?
When are you coming over, are you around?
How’s life treating you? Are you holding it down?
Can you wear my T-shirt? Can you come to my store?
How much for a verse from Kendrick Lamar?
Is Q really from Hoover? Is Rock still signed to Tech N9ne?
And this is just when I rise, imagine my whole day
My momma smiling more than ever, man and it’s so strange
It’s what I asked for though, I can’t complain
I wanna say “I told you so” but that won’t change a thing I’m afraid
I paid my little sister’s rent last month, man, that was great
My grandpa thought I wouldn’t graduate
Now I’m selling out shows and he’s stoked and shows all in his face
I even put my step pops in his place, for questioning my objective in this place
I don’t blame him, I’m just saying, always knew I was the man
I owe nothing to no one, except those who told me I was the one
When lowkey I wasn’t, that was when I was becoming
Now I’m buzzing and everybody my cousin, that’s phony
Y’all don’t know me, where was y’all when I was lonely?
A pack of Black and Milds every twenty four hours
Skipping showers ‘cause I felt dirty, unworthy of power
Though I never cursed the Lord, but I questioned his motives
I still do, except now, I’m exceptionally focused
However the road ends, I’m rolling, say amen
You foes won’t stop me or succeed like I can
I see snakes, the grass must be cut, is it Wednesday?
And I’m happy especially nip it at the bud now
And what is happening exactly? I’m sick of the smoke signals
Like a green cross in a dispensary window
Unit 6 woulda been dope but the industry wouldn’t let it
Creativity don’t tend to mix with business endeavors
Whatever though, you know the anthem is get money and some
Become a legend and leave a legacy for your grandson
I told Lani I’mma do it, and I did it, hope she forgive me when she hear me saying shit like
“G’s up n***a, hoes down, if the bitch can’t swim, then she gon’ drown in it”

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
You know I stay on my humble but these days ain’t f**kin’ with me (ain’t f**kin’ with me)
I go from Carson to Harlem, I hold it down, how couldn’t you see? (how couldn’t you see?)
You know I’m here for the long term, it’s my turn, pull up a seat (seat)
Well if you light up the smoke and throw up your hands and wave with me
Where’s Max B when you need him?
Where’s Max B when you need him?
Pour up your drink and wave with me
Where’s Max B when you need him?
Where’s Max B when you need him?
Where’s Max B when you need him?
This is the new wave now jump in the sea

[Outro: Max B]
Ay yo, y’all n***as stay wavy man, I love y’all man
Keep the wave goin’ I told y’all I was gonna leave y’all with that wave
About 500 out there in the [?] county
Man y’all stay strong, I’m still staying strong, I’m focused
I’m on my way back, prophecy will be fulfilled
It’s wavy for life, don’t forget it I’m still wavy
Out, out

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Hopsin – Ill Mind Of Hopsin 4 Lyrics

HOPSIN
Ill Mind Of Hopsin 4 Lyrics

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime that bitches wouldn’t stand around with
I used to jack off so much back at my parents’ house
And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it
Life was lame, I had to pay money to f**k a whore
I couldn’t pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug-o-war
But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour
Now the ladies show me the goodies under their wonderbra
I’m going door to door, with foreign swords
Causing more than war slaying rappers, commercial or horrorcore
So hold your head cause I’m a torture yours, leave them open sores
I promise you it’ll be more than hard to ignore the gore
Hip hop’s dead, and I’m the lucky savior
I’m kinda mad and I don’t wanna pile up the anger
All these no-flow, gimmicky ass fired up behaviors
With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator
Motherf**ker, you not dope
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a f**king cockroach?
And Goblin? You get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
I been told you niggas, “I’m real! “
If you wack and no one’s confronted you on your bullshit, then I will
Hate on me, but you can’t deny skill
I crush all the momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed
You faggots got me cussing
And only reason you probably buzzing
Is cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet
Y’all really on one, beat it, you’re gone, done
You think real niggas feeling your shit? C’mon son!
I’m the illest and that’s fo’ shizzle
My flow sizzles, yo boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples
You niggas are making it so simple
My swag makes the ladies wave like fat stomachs with bold ripples
I know you niggas wish you could prevent it
Cause I get buck like my Kool Aid’s got way too much sugar in it
You better run like I’m booger flicking
Homie I’ve been good at rapping, now I’m tryna get gooder with it
So I’m a just go beast, and bring that West coast heat
Cause I’ll be damned if you flex on me
The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats
And all these songs about cash are what we just don’t need
Yo, nobody care about how much money you stack
I murder everything I touch, buddy, move back
Got enough guts to sew trash and bust up your fluke act
And leave your fans saying, “How the f**k does he do that? “
My ranking is vicious, you thinking it isn’t?
Come pay me a visit if you feel that you may be offended
Baby I’m wicked, crazy and sick and with the face of a nimwit
I’ll be calling out names but I ain’t taking attendance
Some bitch was like, “Hop, you got me crying
Cause you said I could call you while you out on tour
Shit and I be trying, I even text you, but you not replying
So when your new shit finally drop, that’s one album I will not be buying
What, You’re too Hollywood? And you don’t even have two minutes?
Ever since you got your buzz, you don’t know how bad you tripping
You went to that ho’s house last night and you said that you didn’t
I seen your pic on Facebook, the skank bitch done tagged you in it”
I got put on with the beasty flow
Now the sluts, they wanna bone when they see me, whoa!
So I must, I take ’em home, let the wee wee grow
Then I bust from different strokes like the TV show
See when I be coming through kicking it raw, niggas like, “Gee, he’s dope”
If there’s anyone throwing dirt at my name then you know he be toast
For all of you rappers that be bringing me drama, homie please be ghost
The only reason I’m being aggressive is cause we need hope
“Hopsin, I f**king love you, cause you supply the best rhymes
Since your flow is kinda strange, you should sign with Tech N9ne
You design erect lines, who am I to just lie?
Every single night I play your music right at bedtime
And usually I’m not into dark dick
I wanna do something freaky enough to win your heart with”
I say, “What you wanna do? ” She say, “It’s simple, Marcus
I wanna blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge”
Bitch, I’m hotter than a UV ray
Hotter than the thought of Nicki Minaj naked, making her booty shake
Hot enough to pull up to your show and steal your groupie date
Hot enough to melt the ice cream that’s on Gucci’s face
And now you having hot flashes
All the shit that you ever wanted in one MC, Hop has it
Don’t rap if you do not practice
I cockblock wack shit, now get ready for Knock Madness

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Tech N9ne – I Get It Now (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Industry does not, feel you
I’m sick of this shit
Blind bitches wish
N9ne’s wickedness away

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckin’ killer B
There’s about to become a distillery
The majority don’t really feel a G
With the paint and a dark soliloquy
Music, they said killed the fee
Me, Krizz, and Makzilla free
So I’m gonna have to keep it real with me
Fuck them straight with agility
They callin’ me crazy
Don’t wanna play me
So I make the music that will target their babies
And open ’em up to wicked shit
They wanna know how hip is this
This never been no hipster shit
So the fakers see me and dis the ‘fit
I ain’t cool like the late great Biggie Smalls, the illest
So I went the route of a killer clown comin’ to pillage a village
Steady tryin’ to get ’em all to feel it
But I learned you can’t please everybody
When my mother was livin’ they used to say "your son is scary Maudie"
I don’t give a flyin’, dyin’
Spy inside of al-Qaeda, they lyin’
When tryin’ to diss Tech N9ne
And when they all shall buy us
I don’t fit the part for main stream cause I’m rougher
Only time they wanna look like me is Halloween motherfucker
I realize I’m not inviting

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Interlude]
Y’all can’t tell I’m fuckin’ myself up more and more on purpose?
I love scarin’ the hell out of y’all, haha

[Verse 2]
Stick the masses, whack it off in the casket
Sound like they wrist broken like put the fuckin’ lotion in the basket
How is he livin’ lavish when he rap really fast and he mask it?
They don’t get it when I gas it
They laugh at it, mad it ain’t ratchet
They wanna wear clothes just like A$AP Rocky, like Yeezy and Drake
That’s what they identify with, not with a nigga with the clown paint on his face
I get it that I’m wicked
When I spit it they be comin’ to get ’em a ticket
Talk a lot of shit at the gate and they got to zip it
When I’m bustin’, they open up to somethin’ different and dig it
I get it, I never looked like the average black dude
Track shoes, gold teeth, and covered in tattoos
Yak, booze, reeking and chiefing the sack through
Speakin’ about reaching them hardened hat screws
Jack move
Yes I’ve become a big boss
But I’ll never be cool as Rick Ross
That’s okay, N9ne’s been rhyming
And now he’s shining
Perfect timing

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Outro: Tech N9ne & Woman Speaking in Reverse]
So what I’ve come to realize is I will never fit in
So it’s my duty to make sure that I stand the fuck out
Meht etinu lliw eh esuac’ ,meht sthgif reven eh yhw s’taht ,meht ekil gnihton s’eH
If this thing does not kill you
Grind back to back tracks
Find racks on racks
N9ne’s stacking that all day