Your fav Music lyrics

Ra said:
2Pac - "Changes"

[Verse 1]

I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself:
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of being poor and, even worse, I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm looking for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero
"Give the crack to the kids: who the hell cares?
One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"
First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers
Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other
"It's time to fight back," that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother
But we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other
We gotta start making changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
But things change... and that's the way it is

[Hook ]

That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah

[Verse 2]

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right
Cause both Black and White are smoking crack tonight
And the only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready to see a black president
It ain't a secret, don't conceal the fact:
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you staying in the dope game
Now tell me, what's a mother to do?
Being real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" but you made it in a sleazy way
Selling crack to the kids, "I gotta get paid!"
Well hey, but that's the way it is

[Hook]

[2Pac Speaking]

We gotta make a change
It's time for us as a people to start making some changes
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
And let's change the way we treat each other
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
What we gotta do to survive

[Verse 3: ]


And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets and a war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty
They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the facts giving it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up
Crack you up and pimp-smack you up
You gotta learn to hold your own
They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone
But tell the cops they "can't touch this"
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool
You say it ain't cool, my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay back
Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback
Some buck that I roughed up way back
Coming back after all these years
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!" That's the way it is

[Hook]


Some things'll never change
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One of my faves. :D
 
Ice Cube - "No Country For Young Men"



[Intro]

Many motherfuckers criticize pros and how they play
And many motherfuckers criticize rappers and what they say
Even though they criticize secretly they fantasize
But they know they'll never be paid to play

Yeah I'mma kill one of you young punks
With an old school flow, flow, flow

[Verse ]

Though I walk through the shadow of death
I gotta make sure that my shoes and my outfit fresh
You bitches get jealous when you see me coming
Y'all would too if you see my woman
Now y'all know we about to do what we do
This shit right here bout as sick as the flu
Drunk motherfuckers wanna vomit on my shoe
Niggas can't have shit prolly cause of you
Rappers go to jail like Oprah go to Gail
Stedman Policy don't ask don't tell
Where's my Wallabees as I go get the mail
Half black is the new black can't you tell ?
It was blue black like Wesley Snipes in New Jack
Now you got to have a white mama just to do that
Tiger Woods, he used to be a safe nigga
Go ahead let your daughter have a date with him
He'll mate with her prolly in a wifebeater
Tiger bout to change his name to cheater
I don't like it when you call me Big Poppa
From South Central and I hate helicopters
If we at school I'll break in your locker
See me with a water bottle it's prolly vodka
Drink responsibly or drink constantly
Be who you wanna be in this economy
Drunk as sean connery at the finery
Can't throw me out motherfucker I'm the honoree
Trust me I'll never be the nominee
I don't kiss enough ass I'm too ornery
Ice cube be where the piranhas be
Swimming upstream eat'n all kind of meat
Westcoast treat it like hyenas
Take what you want from these lying ass cheaters
Eat the fuck out these fake-ass divas
That's how we act when you don't wanna feed us
Crazy motherfucker ever since I was a fetus
Might as well join us you ain't gonna beat us
Please believe us, you can ask Jesus
I'mma be here bout as long as Regis
Understand I never pledge of allegiance
To this ball of confusion might cause a contusion boy
I see you're cruising for a bruising
Fucking with a principal that don't like students
Don't you know detention is a lynching
And if I fail to mention I'm spending up my pension

No no no no

The reason I hung in
Cause this right here ain't no country for young men
Sonny you done fucked up the Church's money
I'm Redd Foxx and you that big dummy
This junkyard was an empire
Y'all let it get overran by the vampires
Most MCs is goddamn liars
Like them fucking supervisors working up at Keiser
Bitch I'm not a Dodger I'm a Laker punk
You'se a fucking clipper you can call me Jack The Ripper
Cut you up by your gizzard then down by your liver
Rooter to the tooter gut you like Flipper
Dipper, y'all better treat me like the skipper
Hair trigga for every nigga
Every honkey and every critter
I come through and kill every litter
Like that like that like that...

[Hook]

No country for young men
No no no no
It's just a world of confusion
No country for young men
No no no no
Your world is just an illusion
No country for young men
No no no no
It's a ball of confusion
No country for young men
No no no no
Your world is just an illusion

[Outro]


(WC)
It is what it is mother fucker
No country for young men, naw, only a country for real niggas

(Snoop Dogg)
For real for real, on some real shit
Let me tell you what's real and what's fake
Look don't let me hurt your feelings

(The Game)
Kings of this shit, let it be known
Shit real niggas do real things, niggas better recognize
That's OG shit, old school
West side rollin.
 
If they knock on your door
You already gave
You don’t need no more of what’s ailing you
Just lean on your soul with all that it takes
May god bring you back home to America
America, America, America, America.

- just heard Lenny sing this on the bank of the Mississippi in the city that took Dr.King
 
Ras Kass - "The Red Carpet"


They say you only live once, I disagree
You only live twice, your life and then through your seed's
So I bleed on wax and feed them the deed
So when I die they got the foundation on my publishing B
Plus the words that I speak, here's my family jewels
It ain't all blood diamonds, but life experience tools
And I be rhyming cool but my philosophy's deep
Like a Dear John letter, so read em and weep
And the wolves smell blood, you can feed em the meat
But I’m a lycan, Underworld we can meet in the street
Draw heat, but what happened to peace
He got a Dirty Sanchez, like what happened to Screech
Jesus, diarrheas, I mean holy shit
Christ on a cracker, that's just how we spit
Communion, add the wine, make the sign of the cross
And I don't live in the past, chalk it up as a loss
Went from, please listen to my demo to stretch limo
To the pen in a cell watching Eminem on Jimmy Kimmel
But I can't go out like Kimbo Slice
Like Gina Corano, I'm a Cyborg we terminate
Mano a mano, still Ronald McDonald, over one billion served
But it's up to me to get what I deserve
So I handle my biz and hustle harder than the norm
The early bird gets the worm, but the hawk gets the bird
 
Ras Kass - "Humble Pi"


Hot by proxy, I rhymed with the greatest MC's
Pandemic, this the latest disease
No skills, million rappers claim they trappin' with keys
So I swing across bars like the flying trapeze
SoCal, where I was conceived
Another L.A. King, the meek die on their knees
Cause of greed, mama used to read Proverb 16
(Pride comes before a fall, lose it all)
And that's when you see who really got ya back
Rassy bring the city joy like the Shaq attack
Black mac Benz wagon with the matching hat
This is backpack ratchet, nigga action packed
And most of y'all garbage homie facts is facts
Even if you paid big bucks to get fucked and dick sucked
Hiccup then lick nuts for platinum plaques
Hope you pickin' up what I'm puttin' down, wack is wack Jack
Ungrateful Thanksgiving, they feasted on ribs gave us intestines
Where the shits been, we made that chitlins
Necessity's the mother of inventions
My light bulb go off cause I don't like wishin'


I'm somewhere on krypton and you just see these stars
Parallel universe, free-throw shootin' meteors
And slam dunkin' planets
My semantics damn near tantric
Dorothy came to Kansas
You was never on my bandwidth
And fuck FM radio stations you complacent
Cause y'all play the most ignorant songs in creation
Wayne said he'd make these hoes love 'em like Satan
Jay partnered with Barney's with racial discrimination
And Kanye gear sport confederate flags
His ancestors severed heads was in confederate bags
And this ain't hate, this just the truth
About when blacks escape the concrete jungle, and lose humble
Humility's a blessing and many men have tumbled
Off that pedestal soon as your foundation crumbles
 
Grieves - "Half Empty"


[Verse 1]

I swear to god that sometimes
I feel my life is going blind
From the women I wake up to
To the substance in my rhymes
And I've abused the truth by telling myself everythings fine
With all that negativity I'm ignoring, steadily climbing
And undescribed
But hell I know that I'm not perfect
God knows I can't keep a girlfriend
Cause all of my problems surface
They feel I don't deserve 'em
Cause their friends say that I'm worthless
Unappropriately portrayed in my words
And put about my music
Haven't been making it lately the way that I view haven't been positive
Missing the fact that it's human to get confused
I bleed and bruise like all the rest of you
But verbalize my blood inhale the punches love has thrown at me
And breathe it out my lungs like
And this all has been a mess
I replaced the things I love and ripped my heart out of my chest like
And I'm not so concerned with why
I'm just here to count the minutes till tomorrow's sun can rise
Listen..

[Hooks]

How many times do you have to wake up to stop dreaming
And I wrap my love notes in dust but never read 'em
Many times I just try to give up to stop leaving you
I have my heart broke and busted
Most of its been crushed but I blame it on myself

[Verse 2]

Cause in the morning I don't see the right reflection
That foggy mirror after my shower, I see rejection
And I'm not saying I'm depressed
Seems to be a common theme today
These children try to hate themselves
But don't know why they feel that way
I got a real path paved and its been crazy
In a month I almost had the clap and possibly a baby
Relocated places credit companies chasing me
And new age taking on in it's efficient pile of changes
And I hate it cause its all so uncontrollable
Losing myself inside this broken emotion of no one knows
What's the point of ever falling in love
I find it's more about the pain than it ever was about trust
Find its more about breaking chains and being confound there that it rusts
Found that love is just a test to most of us who've given up
But if you think of it logistically
Then love is open eye
Cause its everywhere you look
And its in every scar you hide

[Hook]

How many times do you have to wake up to stop dreaming
And I wrap my love notes in dust but never read 'em
Many times I just try to give up to stop leaving you
I have my heart broke and busted
Most of its been crushed but I blame it on myself
 
Rapsody - "My Favorite" (Godzilla Outro/Interlude)


I woke up feeling like a million dollars
Woke up yesterday, damn, had a million problems
She say life still going on and on, baby, keep smiling
Address nothing today like you ain't got a thousand Island
Call my friends now we wildin', having fun, nonviolent
Find a little balance, got me feeling like I'm Alice
In wonderland, yeah, beautiful view
Riding through the street listening to my favorite
Didn't ya know I was gon' bring it? I never disappointed before
Like D Rose with new knees I'm back on point, no joke
You missed me the most, some others felt the need to divorce
Hip hop it go pop, but I love this blackness
And for the record, me and Jean already got a record
Random, yeah, yeah, better rapping I do
Riding through the street listening to old Badu
Yeah, out my mind just in time
Geniuses are borderline crazy says my mind
Hell, I gave 'em plenty signs, yeah, all throughout my rhymes
Now they calling me Future, I'm so ahead of my time
When I came out the womb my mind was mentally 9
Out of order till I'm back at one, I'm tryna reach Brian
Your favorite, kiss me on my neck and my spine
Late nights listening my favorite
 
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
Work hard, play hard...
 
Ra said:
Ras Kass - "Humble Pi"


Hot by proxy, I rhymed with the greatest MC's
Pandemic, this the latest disease
No skills, million rappers claim they trappin' with keys
So I swing across bars like the flying trapeze
SoCal, where I was conceived
Another L.A. King, the meek die on their knees
Cause of greed, mama used to read Proverb 16
(Pride comes before a fall, lose it all)
And that's when you see who really got ya back
Rassy bring the city joy like the Shaq attack
Black mac Benz wagon with the matching hat
This is backpack ratchet, nigga action packed
And most of y'all garbage homie facts is facts
Even if you paid big bucks to get fucked and dick sucked
Hiccup then lick nuts for platinum plaques
Hope you pickin' up what I'm puttin' down, wack is wack Jack
Ungrateful Thanksgiving, they feasted on ribs gave us intestines
Where the shits been, we made that chitlins
Necessity's the mother of inventions
My light bulb go off cause I don't like wishin'


I'm somewhere on krypton and you just see these stars
Parallel universe, free-throw shootin' meteors
And slam dunkin' planets
My semantics damn near tantric
Dorothy came to Kansas
You was never on my bandwidth
And fuck FM radio stations you complacent
Cause y'all play the most ignorant songs in creation
Wayne said he'd make these hoes love 'em like Satan
Jay partnered with Barney's with racial discrimination
And Kanye gear sport confederate flags
His ancestors severed heads was in confederate bags
And this ain't hate, this just the truth
About when blacks escape the concrete jungle, and lose humble
Humility's a blessing and many men have tumbled
Off that pedestal soon as your foundation crumbles
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Great lyrics, especially loved the second verse. That Confederate bag line...damn
 
Brother Ali - "Star Quality"



[Verse 1]

Yo it's the Ahk in the flesh, of course I'm fresh
Yes, I'm livin for the funk like I was Lord Finesse
Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess
Had a few things left to get up off of my chest
Like I'm, facing the fact that I'm not, what my mom wanted
Only gold plaque that I got, had the Qur'an on it
I flipped your eviction notice over, wrote a song on it
Like to hear it, here it go, light your spirit, clear your soul
If I would've known that tonight was Ladies' Night
I would've stopped and swabbed my balls with the baby wipe
In the van, Hold your sorry little life in my hand
Watch me toss it in the sky and swing right for the stands
Battling me is like trying to ride your bike in the sand
I'mma eat one more helping, then I'm, wiping my hands
And you frustrated rappers, must hate the fact
That I walk in First Ave, have so much ladies gaspin' for breath
Tryin' to catch me, with the ass and the chest
I ain't tryin to be rude lady, I'm just passin' a test
Got enough hassle and stress, with one woman cashing my checks
I'll take the compliment and pass on the sex

[Hook]

We like
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
That's our policy, we step out there on Star Quality
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
That's our policy, we step out there

[Verse 2]

You ain't hardcore, you soft more than Shemar Moore
In a tight shirt sayin 'Let's slow this train down ya'll'
You stink hoes, spills a whole, lot of nothing
Got the nerve to look Ahk in the eye, you got it coming
While your woman nod her face to the beat, you tasting defeat
Wiping the waste from my cleats, between the space in your teeth
Irrigate your facial features all hung down
That little dumb frown is perfect for salt water to run down
Talk harder to some clowns, cause they need it rough
Make sure they never sleeping deep enough to dream of beating me, what
My style's a little belligerent, isn't it?
Considering that I'm belittling them, with little more then
My pad and my pen and my sentiments
Whether its your chorus scratching, or wack track blasting
Your whole approach to rapping, is ass crack backwards
Cats'll see me in the spot and act salty
Stressing you save hip hop, you can't even save a wack party

[Hook]

[Bridge]

And the preacher say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
And the choir say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
And the preacher say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"
And the choir say
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah"

[Verse 3]

Brother Ali is two hundred, fifty pounds of Piss and Vinegar
Few try to sit me down, they missing limbs and
I got nothing on, but a lifestyle, black tuxedo
An Aretha Franklin record, and I'm rockin Captain Ego like
Don Dadda, shit get done proper
There's only three reasons Ali would need a Ramada
One; to move the bowels, Two; to steal the towels
Three; Shave, shower, pray for my spiritual power
I can handle this, if my man Ant would just
Give me a chance to splatter some antics across his canvisses
Damage is unavoidable at this point
I twist joints till they pop lock, get too loud and get ya knot rocked
I'm too proud to let you hop scotch through
The section of the Earth that I occupy, without making you testify
Best that I could do for you, is ignore you
Cause I'd probably conquer you if I explore you
Words from the Brother

[Hook]

[Bridge]
 
Someone sang your name today
And a stranger saw me crumble
Hold my broken heart and shell away
Begging: bury me beside you

The devil popped around today
Selling promises and potions
That could take our memory away
Help forget I'd ever met you

Tell me, can you please
Kindly take away the misery?
Give me a baker's dozen, please
Wrap me up to go away

But I want to
I need to forget you
Don't want to
But I need to let you go

The devil bent my ear today
About his magical elixir
That would make the sorrow go away
Help me forget I'd ever met you

Give me a baker's dozen, please
Wrap me up to go away

I want to
I need to forget you
Don't want to
But I need to let you go
 
Wake up, son of mine
Momma got something to tell you
Changes come
Life will have its way
With your pride, son
Take it like a man

Hang on, son of mine
A storm is blowing up your horizon

Changes come
Keep your dignity
Take the high road
Take it like a man

Listen up, son of mine
Momma got something to tell you
All about growing pains
Life will pound away
Where the light don't shine, son
Take it like a man

Suck it up, son of mine
Thunder blowing up your horizon

Changes come (Changes come)
Keep your dignity (Keep your dignity)
Take the high road (Take the high road)
Take it like a man (Take it like a man)

Momma said like the rain (This, too, shall pass)
Like a kidney stone (This, too, shall pass)
It's just a broken heart, son
This pain will pass away
 
"Too Shy To Say"

You make me smile
You make me sing
You make me feel good everything
You bring me up
When I've been down
This only happens when you're around

And I can't go on this way...
With it stronger every day...
But being too shy to say
That I really love you...

I wanna fly
Away with you
Until there's nothing more for us to do
I wanna be
More than a friend
Until the end of an endless end

And I can't go on this way...
With it stronger every day...
But being too shy to say
That I really love you...

And I can't go on this way...
Feelin' it stronger every day...
But being too shy to say
That I really love you
Ohh.. ooh...
I... do...
 
Tech N9ne - "One Good Time"


[Intro]

Just give me one good time
Nobody is looking at me anyway
Nobody is looking at me anyway
Yo
Yo

[Verse 1]

I know that I'm hardcore
Know how to start wars
Know how to scar yours in a fist fight
Cause toughness is our floor
Warriors that bar nor
But this one is far tore up on this night
Some people show it and then
Some people hide it
But other people they do it whenever they get excited but me
I can't even do it when the wrongs all mine
I'm saying I've been trying to do it for a long long time
I get jealous when I see people do it and it's like fluid
I'm thinking
How can they swallow that when I can't even chew it
I guess God seen it fit to label me the consoler
Bestowed upon a broken show and forever be the shoulder
My mission is plain to see
Its freaking insanity
I'm wishing the pain in me would just leave me why can't it be
Simple cause on the real
This one could die
So I'm asking God
Before I go
Just give me one good cry

[Hook 1]

If I could cry maybe one good time I could wash away all my pain
And maybe free my mind
After my shows it's a lonely road
So I sit up all by myself trying to cleanse my soul
Nobody's looking at me anyway
Just give me one good time
Nobody's looking at me anyway

[Verse 2]

Why I got to be the one to cheer up
People until they clear up
When I sneeze I tear up
And then I go look in a mirror
So I can see how it looks
When I really wanna know how it feels
When I'm hella down I try to push
No matter how hard no water spills for real
My patience is soon to go
Waiting for the balloon to blow
I'm thinking back to when I used to go to funerals
No matter how close we were
On the inside it ached while
Others be losing it
I'm just wishing I could break down
And I been to a lot of them
And there's not a one
That went on and got it done
No moisture that even try even to come
And this ain't no tough thing, because I've had enough pain
Tears should be runnin' like mustangs
Man it must rain
Been trying for years
But the crying been inside
The Nina's been so serious there ain't no lying in his eyes
And it makes me so furious
When I look and I'm in genocide
Please let me break down with the pain I felt when Brian Dennis died
One time..

[Hook 2]

If I could cry maybe one good time I could wash away all my pain
And maybe free my mind
After my shows it's a lonely road
Sit up all by myself trying to cleanse my soul
Nobody's looking at me anyway
Just give me one good time
Nobody's looking at me anyway

[Verse 3]

I look at actors crying
It's as easy as fondue
But what do you do when extreme hurt is upon you
Real life ain't no movie homie
And this ain't John Woo
But I almost lost it on the ending of Jon Q
And I almost lost it when Jennifer Hudson blew
But I'm still waiting for that real emotion to come thru
Then maybe I could get a cry God
Maybe one, two?
Been red for life for the first time ever me want blue
(What?)
Give me the blues
Sometimes I turn on the news and I
Look at all these feuds
Then I try to make them ooze
(Don't cry, no teardrops from your eye
Poetry's music oh my, almost made me tear up about thinking about my children, no lie)
Maybe I'm black hearted
You thinking damn he shady
Saying man he crazy
For the way I abandon me lady
One day she can repay me
Yes that woman can betray me
Then I'll probably cry if not then I do it if I win me a Grammy maybe

[Hook 3]

If I could cry maybe one good time I could wash away all my pain
And maybe free my mind
After my shows it's a lonely road
Sit up all by myself trying to cleanse my soul
Nobody's looking at me anyway
Just give me one good time
Nobody's looking at me anyway
 
Murs - "Strangulation Cypher"


Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker
Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper
I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big
Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids
And the danger is, now I'm doin' Stranger biz
About to make the world forget about what a major is
Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout 'em out
And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
But maybe I'm just hatin' cause my black ass could never sing
And fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team
Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring
And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy
 
Prince – Purple Rain Lyrics

I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted to one time to see you laughing
I only wanted to see you
Laughing in the purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
I only wanted to see you
Bathing in the purple rain

I never wanted to be your weekend lover
I only wanted to be some kind of friend
Baby, I could never steal you from another
It's such a shame our friendship had to end

Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
I only wanted to see you
Underneath the purple rain

Honey, I know, I know
I know times are changing
It's time we all reach out
For something new, that means you too

You say you want a leader
But you can't seem to make up your mind
I think you better close it
And let me guide you to the purple rain

Purple rain, purple rain
Purple rain, purple rain
If you know what I'm singing about up here
C'mon, raise your hand

Purple rain, purple rain
I only want to see you
Only want to see you
In the purple rain
 
Talib Kweli - "State of Grace"



[Verse 1]

From the top, from the top, from the top, from the top
From the top, from the top, from the top, from the top
In a state of grace
Where the talent is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found at the bottom of a lake
But the problem we face seems so great
That we can't escape so we accept our fate
So the sex and the money and the murder are the pictures we paint
If an artist is a part of a community
And got an opportunity to get that cake
Would never come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga like that so fake,no different from a snake
Nothing left to give cause you always wanna take
If you ain't using all the talents God provided you with
For the betterment of man, understand you ain't nothing but a waste
Look into the face of a young girl
Raising up like a flag when it's unfurled
Got game listening to her mother's pearls
And she love Beyonce cause she run the world
Her mama used to run this city
Way back before the nigga Puff was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the knowledge
And she felt that Pac was more lyrical
Plus she never went to college
But she called herself 'Earth' found rhythm with the gods more spiritual
She God in the physical
And it's only natural to pray for a little you
Musical so she played the umbilical chords
So her daughter was born it was a miracle
Music is the light when it's dark
And the way that you spit your dart is a big part
She grew up loving hip hop
Now all her daughter got is "Love & Hip Hop"
Nowadays niggas turn up for the sex
Niggas turn up for the money, never turn up for the movement
Ratchet reality stars that be looking so stupid
Getting in the fights at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No desire for the lying and the violence
That's inflicted on the body in a so-called party environment
Her body is politics
Lost count of how many whores she was called today
She won't do it no more, lost all her faith
They say she exaggerate when she hollerate
But it's only so much she can tolerate

[Abby Dobson Hook]

Help me find my way to a state of grace
Stir my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you made
Help me find my way to a state of grace
Lift me up with your weight
Pull me to the grace

[Verse 2]

She wanna to be the first in her family with a higher education
Her entire graduation was a dire situation
Did a paper on the state of the hip hop generation
But no longer felt a part of the conversation
Used to be I'm a ''ride or die'' chick
B.I.G. with the ''Me And My Bitch''
No objections, being an object,major label seeing a profit
She ain't never been a bitch or a ho
But she used to sing along when she heard it in a song
She used to be front row at the shows 'til she overdosed on the testosterone
Her favorite rapper invited her backstage would have stayed
But she felt like she really ain't belong
When she wouldn't let him hit, this nigga called her a bitch
She erased all her songs from the phone
You are who you fuck with, so the guy that she stuck with
You can bump it or dump it, the artist she trusted
Just broke her heart, so misogynistic and disgusting
She tried not to judge him, in her heart she still loved him
And the way that he lusting, a part of his suffering
And this young man, clearly not ready for the harder discussion
Female emcees acting more like a dude than a dude do, only if you knew
I know a few who flow crazier than if you flew over the nest of the cuckoo
But she never gonna hear them in the mix so the new attitude
Taking cues from the radio playing that doodoo
She on D'Angelo Pandora station playing that Voodoo, who knew?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

In the face of hate
She'd be lucky for a balance cause the world is challenging her to be great
I see lyrics as colors and shapes
Put it on tape, let her know I could relate
When you wish you could switch the way that you look
And your nose was smaller and your hair was straight
When you got no faith
When you hate yourself, when you hate your race
Let's get to the core
Our sisters worth more than grinding on the wall half-naked
She a bitch, she a whore
And you rich and you shit on the poor
In all of your records and ask 'em to buy it
Why should I support music that constantly disrespects me?
And make you dismissive of the efforts of those who get left
With the charge of repping it correctly
When it's free online or in a cloud
Ain't no reason to touch the radio dial
You wonder why you don't hear no sounds on the air
And it's clear that your sales going down
Down by law then you found the raw
On a message board and you sounding off
These niggas get the whole world, but what's the cause?
No wonder why these niggas be sounding lost
Rhyming is a memory
The assembly line rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop giving them your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, fabricated shit rap
Running through you like fast food - Big Mac's
You don't want no problems, fix that
All the time that you spent listening to that bullshit
Now you ain't never gon' get back

[Hook]

[Outro]
She don't love it, no
She don't love it no more
 
Killer Mike - "A Christmas Fucking Miracle"


The beat breaks and your teeth break
Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake
It would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs falling out your mouth and on to the landscape
Me and El-P do the secret handshake
Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face
'Till he's punch drunk cause he's sweet as a pound cake
(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say
Into the wild, wildstyle ghetto child running wild
Where the lions and the owls stay
The powers that be even offered up reprieves
Told us they ain't take us out if we bow to our knees
But they can give that to the kings and the queens
And the worshipers of idols and followers of things
Cause I would rather be in the jungle with the savages
It's kill or be killed, and I'm working with the averages
My professor emeritus
Say we been cursed being brought to the Americas
How you raise a whole human single parent, no marriages no sense of heritage
Planned Parenthood helping plan miscarriages
But I'm lucky mommy already had a narrative
Product of a teenage love, my arrogance
Derives from the pride in the job my parents did
Named Mike, I was told it was godlike
Even danced with the devil, came out alright
OK, honor y'all? No way
Still spell Amerikkka with the triple K
Word up to Spice 1 and O'Shea
And any MC peeping what I go through
Real rap, my last line's so true
Rest in peace to Pimp C and Camu, too
We do it for you
 
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