INTRO [Saukrates] {Choclair}
[Pour fador]
{Hear this}
[Hey I got my reasons man. Conkescador. Respect 'em]
{Let me just say this}
[You know what I'm saying]
{You're a very pretty girl}
[You know it's a lie
Aaaaah]
{Where's your attitude which was ugly as a mother**er
You really need to tighten that shit up}
[That was real that's real
How you make me feel sugar, god damn!]
{You got to fix yourself}
[You know everything is everything]
{'Cause there's gonna be one nigga... that might just snap on your ass}
[Choclair]
It's 10:15 up in the AM, scratch the back, cough the phlegm
I hear the phone ringing
I wipe the sleep from the tear ducks
Phone's ringing, sun's blazing through the curtains
Ignore the phone calls, pager bawls
Check the number, its 4-1-6-K-C-T-2-2-6-4
The 3 means for me to go an call back immediately
I call back and ID myself as the Chizz-knocka
[Saukrates]
Yo, what up potna? I got a little story to tell
About this heavy chickenheaded, brow eye cocktail
** like pickles, did her well to the dills
Spinning in the background, all I could hear was wedding bells
'Cause the cock had me locked on pussy detention
Forgot to mention**cheeks was heavy, broke my suspension
And even got to say what happened
Her body language spoke a new form of rapping
Pussy so tight she grabbed my dick with it and started clapping
When we were done, she said 'thank you sugar' (sugar)
I analyzed her barbed wire tattoo 'round her ankles
Would have taken the time to study it before I hit it
Was killing to get in it,
so I choose to peep the G right after we done did it
I'm telling you this because I'm the sweet pussy critic
I reminisce on ass, pussy, tits and thick lips all over my long prick
You the shit brown eyes, you the shit's what I said
I see you doing movies, getting all up in my nigga's head
Peep what I said, you the bomb and my mind is caught
But listen, the dick is long but the time is short, it's you I'm dissing
You pissing in the wind sugar, I'm ice cold
You ain't never gonna win sugar, I'm twice as bold
As the average pussy chasing, look who you facing
I read you body language, now please get out my basement
[Choclair]
But that some shit nigga
I bet if you wanted to,
you'd make that pussy drip like your snotbox up in the winter
Or watch your picture
I knew this trick that was similar to yours
With the tits that stood up, just like the lights upon an '89 Accord
As sharp as a sword, with these ** like ?????
I was like farmer Brown, 'cause I was picking to get in it
Her body looked stolen from a Stacey Dash mold
If you seen the hold on that ass, shit! (shit)
The cactus had my brain blitzed like I'm smoking L's up in the stairs
My pipe is getting full with the liquid joe(?)
Yo, I wanted to unload and make it spread like pour-ed milk on the floor
The center fold, had me rocked if I stood up
Her shoulders being tapped, yo I'm fiending for the cat
I wonder if she'll feel me
I'm breaking through my jeans, lips looking mad big
Like she could suck the green off army fatigues
Body smooth like a GS3, double ooh on the body I would do
She can take the Chizz right out the knock-aaah
You guess you get rock more tricks than the sea
For the Chizz-y (chizz-y), real-ly (real-ly)
You see you just pissing in the wind sugar, I'm ice cold
You ain't never gonna win sugar, I'm twice as bold
As the average pussy chasing, look who you facing
I read you body language, now please get out my basement
OUTRO [Saukrates]
Let's go conquistadoris, chocola-tay, Oooooww
Aight, bring it back so I could double this
This Is Perfection (Trax)
Chorus 2x
This is perfection!
I write rhymes easily
This is perfection!
You MC's can't come close to me
This is perfection!
Just give me a pad and a pen
I'll write a song or 2 and do it all over again!
(This is perfection)
Trax:
I light the crowd up like a match
People call me TrAx
When I rap I snatch the hair off your back
My music is soothin', but sometimes confusin'
In class I'd be foolin', on the court I'd be schoolin'
When I'm in a car I'm cruisin...so fast it's like an illusion
It's my point that I'm provin'
Is this the conclusion? (what?!)
Confusion!.....Tension!
The rhymes that you'd be gettin'...aren't fit for today's youth
They're pretty upsettin'
Hey man pay attention! We have to be stressin'
that this world needs protection, Not to mention less rejection
People, are you in another dimension?
This is my invention! You're in detention!
My detection...is that my projection
Has gotten your attention and my microphone connection.
No drug injections, no need for corrections!
So head in that direction!
This is perfection..
Chorus 2x
Trax:
I'm stirred...not shaken
Taste better than your mom's fried bacon
I'm makin' a statement
And I'm not gonna be mistaken
You can't fake the fact that you can't take the stack
Of weight that's been breakin' your achin' back
You're about to crack, you're heart just got smacked
Nobody cuts you some slack. Instead they just laugh
And take your heart and put it on the top of the wrack
Yackety yack. In fact, I'm gonna attack,
Like the...crack of a bat. Get ready for impact.
Try and relax. I..am..goin' to the max
Fill up your back-packs and feel the wrath of the Trax!
Chorus 2x
TrAx:
This is perfection as I said before
You rappers used to be good, but not no more
I'm carryin' the torch and I'm leading all scorers
The bar's set so high, you'll need some bungee cords
Forwards I go. Dude, I'm in 1st place
You MC's are a discrace to the hip-hop race
I move with grace and I'm impossible to trace
Just try and stop me when I'm settin' this pace
Your raps are just waste, man...just a pile of crap
You have to face it, man...and learn how to rap
Put on your thinking cap and give your head a little tap
Your mind's outta shape, you should make it run a lap
Chorus 2x
This is perfection as I said earlier
I deliver rhymes these like a frickin mail courier
I'll curl ya....up into a basketball
Go to the court, shoot around and bounch ya off the wall
I'll take ya...out behind the closest mall
And beat you so bad with my rhymes, you'll give your mom a phone call
Just...crawl away and come away with me
Pay close attention and listen carefully
Please believe that I am Saint John's best MC
And that I'm not goin' nowhere. Man, I'm only 15!
Chorus 4x
Only Eighteen (The Gousters)
We was just kids...gettin a hold on...gettin a load on..searchin our dreams.
We were just laughin...at all that had happened...in our young short lives...not
even begun.
It was the Sixties...no where to mix these...troubled emotions
that got me in jail.
No family to own me...I found myself lonely..got myself drafted
for being eighteen...
I heard the judge sentence.. it's Nam or detention
To the court I did mention... I was only eighteen.
In the time that I spent there..I never could dare share..the horror
inside me with the boys that I knew.
And when I did come back...There was only the dumb lack
of what I had seen there that had made me unreal.
Over and over, I'm livin it over..the loss and the horror
of what I have seen.
only eighteen ( repeat ) I've nurtured an illness....as deep as the stillness
that lives in my dreams or so it may seem. Deep in my night sweat...I never
can forget the lives that were forfeit... for being eighteen...only eighteen (r)
Honorable Mention (Fall Out Boy)
i served out my detention
and in the end i got an honorable mention
in the movie of my life, starring you
instead of me
when the moonlight, hits your bright eyes i go blind
and maybe next time
i'll remember not to tell you something stupid
like i'll never leave your side
like the oldest movie i ever saw was the one we wrote together
i said i hate you but i'd never change a thing
i can be your John Cusack
i burnt out
my defensive
now everything i say is taken as offensive
Nuclear War (Voivod)
Fast and pure desolation
Lust the blood in my brain
Hard and dry destruction
Wet under the neutron rain
Die in this Holocaust
Scream the deflect attack
Burn before we reload
Strees before...
The power blast
WAR! A command for blood
We scream
DIE! Nothing less than
death we creep
Storm the only weather
Start the directives assassins
Warm inside the under shelter
Wait and fell your broiling skin
Hot oz one disappear
Blight in the atomic detention
Rats it's a survival breed
Destroy with deflagration
I have one track it's to kill
You'll never stop me
Running my evil way
With radioactivity
My machine comes at night
Missiles they stike
Save your life in the dark
For the loud attack
Hey! nuclear war!
I'm realy up tonite
For my last ride
Never returning at home
I'm gonna die
The war machine is not save
And i can't escape
When the bombs will hit
My face, It will drive me insane
Carry The Weight (Xzibit)
Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro]
I really wish I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
[I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI'm sayin']
Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go ahead
Yeah! I break it down like this
Verse One:
You see I don't like to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real **in' easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all began
You know the painful transition from a boy to men
I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step family arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up hate
I don't remember the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in custody of the state
Chorus:
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to release this hate
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight
Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro]
[Yeah it's **ed up though man]
[YouknowhatI'msayin']
Yo
[The ** you doin' in jail]
Insane man, I don't know man, he he he
[Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude]
Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man
YouknowI'msayin'
[It's popin' man]
It's cool yo ** that
[It's popin' out here]
They can go on and on for that
[I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home]
Verse Two:
And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home
but only now I was **ed up plus all alone
My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock load then blast you
Without a hastle we in a town of hicks
**in' all these chicks
Sellin' rock by the bricks
so we feelin' like we motha**in' Nino Brown
At the house when the motha**in' man touched down
Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the house
So of course we clounded
Only found one pistol took us all down town
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt caught bodies
Now they spend there life behind bars
catchin' scars that will not heal
niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real
Chorus 1 1/2
outro:
Like this
Like this, like that
Yeah! gotta carry the weight
Like this euh!
Bringin live
Yeah! yeah! like this
It's Xzibit
Gotta carry the weight
Like that yo!
Like that yo!
What Cha Day About (AZ)
Verse 1]
Finally from every dimension with few restrictions
From up north to the youth detentions, I lay it down
Clear enough for who choose to listen, we all thorough
Infected by cruel intentions, but who the wise
The lies got two disguises, the surprise
Is to know when to utilize it, stay alert
The street talkers say the worst
So overall you gotta watch where you play in the dirt, it's just the rules
A killer could be just as cool, it's no image
Camouflaged right next to the fools, so who's who
It's the game that chooses you
A lot of shit is more easier to say than do, show and prove
Maintainers never blow they cool
Understand, every man should really know these jewels, I'm feeling live
Slim with a gorilla vibe
Away from haters 'cause I know what they feel inside, but never worry
[Chorus]
Blowing cess in the dark (What your day about?)
Playing chess in the park (What your day about?)
Taking trips every week (What your day about?)
Spending chips on them freaks (What your day about?)
Getting money all night (What your day about?)
Betting houses on the dice (What your day about?)
Got your vest and your heat (What your day about?)
Get respect in the street (What your day about?)
[Verse 2]
Young in the mind with a old spirit
Hot blood with a heart that's so frigid, melodic music
Expressed through slow lyrics
I only spit it for the niggas that hold digits, and don't front
I know about the coke blunts and Remy nights
Got a cousin up in Elmira sending me kites
I'm felt, the ice in my ears don't melt
I could drink a whole bottle for delf and won't belch
Believe it's the same me ducking the D's
Eighty-six with the do-rag, cuff in the Lee's
Appraise this, biological' I'm ageless
Psychologically, I show amazement
Salute, been blessed with the [...?] of a coupe
Hoping the real just respect what I'm trying to produce
Quiet Money is the empire, bigger than rapping
** niggas 'cause I been fired, that's what's that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
From the streets to the track board
Bubble up, from the crack to the rap laws, visualize
We all uncivilized, the trained behavior
As kids taught to memorize, copy and mimic
I travel through the blocks that's dimmest
Fly nigga, use my teeth to pop the top off a Guinness, never hate
With the hunger of a heavyweight
I stay balanced in the mind when I meditate, and blow trees
Every verse is like a o-z
I know niggas in the 'hood like they know me, so no beefing
It's nothing that could stop me from eating, too in tune
Taught to heal through the doctrines and teaching, redeemed
For women I'm the man of their dreams, stand alone
When I zone nothing coming between, let's get money
The trick is to flip money, double up
Dirty or legit money, it's all the same
[Chorus 2X]
Twice Inna Lifetime (Black Star)
featuring Jane Doe, Punch & Words
[Talib Kweli]
Yo, we been through this before right? (Word, word...) So we
figurin', if we gonna do it, we gotta freak it, y'know what I'm sayin?
(True, true, true...) Cuz everything gotta go up from here, right?
So Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch...
[Jane Doe]
Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane
Niggaz take my name in vain/vein like I was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees like assasination
Bringin' you pain until you wish you had a vaccination
Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline
Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum
My vocab expand like a rubber band
Walkin' nekkid through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
Niggaz just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season
And scar these rappers like legion
It's treason, my suspension attract attention
I'm ventin', givin' these chickenheads detention
Did I mention my name, yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than sequential
It's essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrian
They bless me on the track cuz I attack wit' the estrogen
Rhyme against the best a men, Jane burn it up
When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up!
[Wordsworth]
Yo...get it...yo
Yo, we fortified live, supportin' allies
The wack is tryin' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
But here is some'n the cryin' talk about
The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
That led to God and Satan's fallin' out
Encourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' out
On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
Revive or ruin, my theories of mics
Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes
Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock
So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
Rain of acid drops, seek some help
Now don't rewind, get it the first time,
Shouldn't have to repeat myself
Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs
In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out
Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured
Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors
Emcees I'm testin' like diseases injected in gerbils
Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal..what...
[Talib Kweli]
My style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conk
Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch
Thinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like ilumination
Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations
My fascination with character assassination,
Got these niggaz burnin' like sensation
We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
So YOU GO! To every wack mutha**a that you know (Scram...)
My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like Parasucos
So there's no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered
Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with stars
And got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean
Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus
Turnin' flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin' to optimus
You stoppin' us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganist
You pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when I'm in my prime like Optimus
Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran
Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine
But ** it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
I got to many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors'
CHORUS:
[Kweli] This is twice inna lifetime so I'm lettin' you know (let 'em know,
yo!)
Blackstar, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe (yo!)
[Mos] Lyrical com-pete and WE emcee
We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree
[Punchline]
Check it...
I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet
Get deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garment
I touch topics that try to open up your optics
Vacate in the Tropics, you dodgin' bullets in the projects
Cut the nonsense, I'm hotter than alot a men
Start honorin', got more wifeys than Solomon
** the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddomb
Regardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit on
Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust (Yes!)
Words & Punch, make rappers march like the third month
I build with friends, lyrically spit gems
Call me diamond, cuz I'm your girl's best friend
Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
I'll go on the radio and start a** rumor
And then I'll talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya
Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors
My gat claps, 50% of the wack
Take it back to real rap, Krylons wit' the fat cap
Get robbed for your ASCAP, leave you inside
Fortified live, reppin' NY 'til I die!
[Mos Def]
Black body radiation situation that we workin' wit'
My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with emergerence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
I'm rockin this from here to where the purges live
To Brooklyn where the merchants live
Next door to the murderers
And bourbon is a elder man's medicinal alternative
My memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat Jeeps
Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap
My crew wasn't that deep, but beef we didn't act sweet
Treadin' on these stompin grounds you better catch some black feet
Flashy, it was between DeKalb and **sky
Off the meter like an out of borough taxi
They run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and crafty
And SWAT are either sittin' in Clinton or Kaksaki
Man Rudolph can screw off! You too soft to stop us
You and your coppers should see some foot doctors
Got your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up
Cuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon' be locked up
Hide yaself like Donna Summer, another number one
And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down
Baby let me run it down,
Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch, Wor..<ahem> umm..E!
Excuse me! Just ate another emcee!
Sometimes that's just how it be
Partner wash you down with green tea and some lime
We like the five on the fist, fortified organized like DIS!
U Got A Problem? (Ludacris)
- Yeah come see this nigga
come see this ol' light-skinned motha**a
I seen him and I'm addicted
he servin a piece of da click
please tell dis fake**niggas who you are
[Ludacris]
I be dat nigga named Luda'
Alert Alert it's the ATLlien intruder
College Park waterboy, spittin in ya cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me Slick Dick Da Ruler
Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed
??? closed, come out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, Southern offender
**in up ya whole Agenda
When I walk you try to run
When I run you try to hide
You skated the snap of my finger
Call me Golden Gley
Its you and I, Do or Die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm sly
Why try, you one of dem niggaz that like to cheat death
and I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up Excursions
til there is no seats left
You shit out weed checks and fart out deep breaths
While we talk dirt till da bottom of ya'll ???
-Skit
Who, dat nigga Cris?
oh dat nigga is aight
Dat nigga can't ** wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da ** called you nigga
[Ludacris]
I be dat nigga ???
Playaz wanna ball or go on strike cause of my ???
They think I want they bitches
But I don't want no pigeons
yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
And ya'll don't want no scrubs till ya'll pull out ya'll extensions
Ya'll in school detention that'll neva come out
Man I'll catch yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
Cause we da shit in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
For I swerl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dis +Games+
These bitch niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya brain
and dats tha simple and plain man
Three W Dot Shhhh
(Man dat dude Ludacris got dat hotter than hot shhh)
Well sh-sh-sh-shut da ** up
Before you get cu-cu-cut-cut da ** up
-Hold on man
hold on lil buddy
ya'll talkin bout shorty man
Shorty up at da radio station?
Shorty be poppin man?
Let the name be known
who ya'll talkin bout
[Ludacris]
I be dat nigga dat love a lover
Im askin if you think bout yo parents ** each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo dick to run for cover
So when lightening strikes, you can be safe from a few rubbers
If you know what I mean
Not everybody is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
girls backin dey**up now they 400 degrees Ha
**, tryin to give to niggaz up on da block girl
Have you screamin "STOP GIRL"
I rock worlds with my 9 inch louieville slugga
still wonder why they call me lova lova
Self Explainatruim
Ass Valedictorian
I bring 'em back to da future like a '85 Delorium
Da Luda drug emporium
On da counter prescription
you like my diction
and my Doctor nurse convention
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo tittie
Have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly
[Ludacris] *Talking
See me, see me ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
Infamous 2-0
Fate Forsta
4-ize
Shondrez on da beat
Playa circle
???
College park
Virgo nigga, what wha
ahh ahh ahh....
I Gotta Be Me (Ryan Malcolm)
My First Grade Teacher Said That If I Wanted To Get Ahead I'd,
Have To Learn To Pay Attention
But I'd Never Listen To A Word She Said And I
Always Wound Up In Detention
It Wasn't Fair
I Didn't Care
Chorus
I Gotta Be Me
Never Fit Into The Box
I Gotta Be Me
Mister, Unorthodox
I Gotta Be Me
Always Different From The Crowd
I Gotta Be Me
Even My Whisper Comes Outloud
I Remember Working My Very First Job I Was Lifting Crates
My boss said boy you'll never fit in
He's The one Who's Stuck There Living Inside A Life He Hates
I'm The One Who's Really Living
It Wasn't Fair
I Didn't Care
Chorus
I Gotta Be Me
Never Fit Into The Box
I Gotta Be Me
Mister, Unorthodox
I Gotta Be Me
Always Different From The Crowd
I Gotta Be Me
Even My Whisper Comes Outloud
It Wasn't Fair
I Didn't Care
Chorus
I Gotta Be Me
Never Fit Into The Box
I Gotta Be Me
Mister, Unorhodox
I Gotta Be Me
Always Different From The Crowd
I Gotta Be Me
Even My Whisper Comes Outloud
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