Neutron, proton, mass effect, lyrical oxidation, yo irrelevant
Mass spectrograph, your electron volt, atomic energy erupting
As I get all open on betacron, gamma rays thermo cracking
Cyclotron and any and every mic
You're on trans iridium, if you're always uranium
Molecules, spontaneous combustion, pow
Law of de-fi-nite pro-por-tion, gain-ing weight
I'm every element of brown
Lead, gold, tin, iron, platinum, zinc, when I rap you think
Iodine nitrate activate
Red geranium, the only difference is I transmit sound
Balance was unbalanced then you have a little talent and
Careful, careful with those ingredients
They could explode and blow up if you drop then
And they hit the ground
Let it flow, yo, just let it go, get back
C-O-H-O-2 wine water solution of calcium hydroxide
Slobbin it, C-A-O lime will make bleach powder
Galvanic metal beats stomp out louder
Dried ice, C-0 squared refrigerant
N-O-2 makes you laugh, it's laughing gas used by the gimmicks
I nearly added acid glue, I'm like oil of a toil, the king of chemicals
And the G heat gas waved all your mats
Chemical change, ice point, melt all your raps
Atomic weight, hold shocks, when you call
Refillable gas keep going way beyond
ill with buzzin, feel the ambiance
A diabetic process outta calm your ass
After I warm your ass, I'll give sodium, silicate N-O-2-S-1-O-3, a water glass
Borax flexure full of brimstone sulfur
Boraxic acid, hip-hop preserver
C-O-2 could never put away the fire
Style aroma is scientific; the lyrical fuse would be connected
To teach you chemical calisthenics
The Theory is that all matter is composed of at least three fundamental particles
Protons, electrons, neutrons, Protons charge is positive
By now you've guessed electrons are probably negatively charged
Neutrons don't follow either, neutral, in the middle, only no apologies
Centered, unmoved by yin and yang ideology
Neutron, bomb songs, electron fury
Cosmic musical radio-activity
Different points in joints within infinity
Oxygen and hydrogen alive within all types of energy
Within all types of energy
Within all types of energy
Within all types of energy
Within all types of energy, inside a world, inside a world
Inside a universe, inside of me existing although I can't see it
Hydrocarbon, nitrogen cycle, ionization
Heavier than electric motor metals the way
This has been a chemist, Blackalicious creation
Clean out your desk, put your papers away cause class in almost done
This is chemistry plus calisthenics
I'm calcium plus potassium, magnesium, newspaper of sodium, sulfate
Your solvent, chloroform, remedy from the norm
glycerin, purest form Titanium..
Labels Or Love (Fergie)
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of
I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love
I shop for purses while I walk out the door
Don't cry, buy a bag and then get over it
And, I'm not concerned with all the politics
It's a lot of men, I know I could find another one
What I know is that I'm always happy when I walk out the store, store
I'm guessing Supercalifragi-**y, nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks
Love's like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for
Let's stop chasing them boys and shop some more
I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels, I ain't looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before
And, ballin's something that I'm fed up with
I'mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
'Cause I know that my credit card will help me put out the flames
I'm guessing Supercalifragi-**y, nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks
Love's like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for
Let's stop chasing them boys and shop some more
Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses, purchasing them finer things
Men, they come a dime a dozen, just give me them diamond rings
I'm into a lot of bling, Cadallic, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can't really handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo, Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can't go all the way, I know you might hate it but
I'm a shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love
Love's like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love's like a runway, so what's all the fussing for
Let's stop chasing them boys and shop some more
Up In Smoke (Cuban Link)
Yo,.lyrical murda on wax, what!?
Still gettin high, puffin' that la,
Yeah, Terror Squad, Blunt Records,
Check this shit out,
Cuban Link.. wha..
Yo, i'm up in smoke,
Puffin' cho-co-la-te, ta-te queto
I rock my flow, and knock it out just like Jose Canseco
So take off like Delta, run for shelta
Theres no helper here, you felt of it
L be servin niggas like Mr. Belvadere
I twist an L, sip a beer here and there
Drink some liquor then pick a stripper that I can rip and tear, yeah
Come hear the sounds of a rookie fromt he boogie down
Used to be a shorty but guess whos givin nukkies now
So clown if you got the heart
Start some bullshit, it's your bid
A bullet through your skull from my full clip
I pull triggas givin niggas hell, like I'm sittin,
Fake a move, punk, and i'll run you over like Walter Payton
Makin hits, my cliques, makin moola
Like Don Shula, nothin's coola
Than puffin on a phat blunt from Cu-ba
I smoke more blunts than a little bit,
What are you an idiot?
The more I smoke,
The smaller my phillie get
I smoke more blunts than a little bit,
What are you an idiot?
Wake up in the mornin, got me yearnin for herb!
Start the buddah session,
True confessions, spark the cu' up,
Cu' be where the supa-fly's, buddahfied,
Even in a suit n tie,
Cruisin though the 5 boroughs wit live thorough,
Niggas that like to smoke they Hydro in front of 5-0,
Yo Manolo shoot that piece of chit, Chichi get the yayo,
While I pay Frank a visit, but the bisquit to his cuello,
Ey yo, this **in blunt's got me buggin,
I be thuggin it out, like Noreaga playin,
You aint sayin nothing, bustin rappers like adreneline,
Puttin venom in'em,
Put'em on stage, for minimum wage, to graves is where i send'em
Hem'em up like a party dress
Terror Squad is as hard as it gets
Rippin your heart out your chest
Spark the cess, chickenheads stressin the **
Wanna jump up in the Lex, twin, when they see me wit the best
Twisted up the dutch, a little Tony's Touch
Let'em work the clutch while i lite the bliz up
On a highway wit this big **a
Gettin high like Chris Tucker on Friday, hit it my way
Like Frank Sinatra, lite up at the opera
When the cops come show the prescription from the docta
I puff cause I got ta'
This stuff from the rasta's
Get enough love in the Bronx, from Italians wit all the pasta
John Blazin, keep the tree's blazin
You think a lil weed gonna ** with my cordination??
Wha wha..
Haha.. yeah..
Blunted for life.. Blunt Records,
Triple Seis,
Punisher,
Fat Ji-Doe,
Don Cartigina,
Fulla-clips, wha what,
Cuban Link'in it,
Artie's,.. yeah,
Wha wha.. real niggas..
Blunted.
Yea nigga.. this how we do.
Power Mad (Primus)
Military show is Blastin' off to Kosovo.
Military show with lightning speed.
Sensitivity? Oh, just a rusty nail in the corporate show.
How many stabs before we bleed?
Those Pinocchios chattering out in stereo,
boy Pinnocchio and his golden deed.
Masculinity? Oh, galvanized in the world wide show
as we fertilise the seed.
Power mad, I didn't chop the tree down dad
I only try to do what's right.
Power man, the best friend that you ever had
unless of course you choose to fight.
Power mad, driving out of the shadows,
he never tires when he plays.
Power mad, he's a streak in the night time
speculating how he'll take on the world some day.
Originality? Oh, just a rusty nail in a Broadway show
how many stabs before we succeed.
Power mad, I didn't drop my pants down dad,
I know my left hand from my right.
Power man, the best friend that you ever had
unless of course you lose the fight.
Respiration (Black Star)
[Featuring Common]
[Mos Def]
People keep askin me, where's the underground? There's mad talented
cats underground with that raw shit. Ya know what'm sayin? Bringin the
raw skills. Ya know what I'm sayin? Really...
To me, It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky
These niggas suck like kitty,
and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies
I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators
With the flavors like a farm team ** with the majors
Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold
Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old
You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about
You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!
Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness
Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness
I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots
My point is, your flow can stop!
By all means, you need more practice, take that**home
Everybody lookin at you, fish tanks and drome
In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep
And keep it blacker than the back of your neck
What you expect, that shit's hollerin
Cause we developin the followin
gettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans?
I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is first
Before your rise gets worse
You need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin me
Stop it hurts, what you say to me?
Like thats supposed to mean something
You don't wanna scene, frontin in the club
Your actin, I don't buy it, I got the Dub
Come on everybody, come on and show your love
*repeat 4X*
Chorus: *chanted in background* [Common]
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X*
[Common]
Visions occupy my semantic's space
Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape
The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges
Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges
Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops
Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it
I follow suit, and face it, embrace it
Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste it
Destined to rise, because I'm basement adjacent
Spirit is still so just chill and be patient
Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with
Clowns about, screamin but don't say shit
I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested
I'm majestic, I represent my strength without ?Epitmass?
Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks
My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics
Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience
I must represent, I don't come off with no corniness
I'm all luminary, despite commentary
Some people say, Mos how you get so?
My sign will make you jump around like calypso
And murmur to yourself like a schizo
There ain't no bottom on the ???
Chorus
[Talib Kweli]
Come on, come on, come on, come on. Here we go. Blackstar, hop on the
Blackstar line. We bout to take y'all home. Ya know what I mean? Here
we
go...
We got all markets on lock
From meat to stock
Blackstar, what? throwin like head rock in bars
Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be
I grab my pay, jump on-stage and deface emcees
We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit upon
Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on!
Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track
Passin the mic's like quarterbacks
of course its phat, get off of that!
Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is w**
Got fear of being called a hater, imagine that! We ain't havin that
We just passed the star status that your grabbin at
My battle raps blast your**back to your natural habitat
So floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to me
Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees Wanna Be
But they can't, ain't no points forever, so why bother?
Cause your girl calls my name out like Claerance Carter, Claerance
Carter, Claerance Carter!?! (I be strokin, thats what I be doin)
Aiyyo, as we rock harder
And always drop the bonified head nodders
Aiyyo, later for the hater-players
Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players
Chorus
Blackstar keeps shining
Chorus
Blackstar keeps shining
Hater Players (Mos Def)
[Mos Def]
People keep askin me, where's the underground?
There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit
Ya know what'm sayin?
Bringin the raw skills.
Ya know what I'm sayin? Really...
To me, it's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky
These niggas suck like hickies
and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies
I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators
With the flavors like a farm team ** with the majors
Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold
Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old
You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about
You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!
Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness
Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness
I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots
My point is, your flow can stop!
By all means, you need more practice, take that**home
Everybody lookin at you, fish tanks and drome
In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep
And keep it blacker than the back of your neck
What you expect, that shit's hollerin
Cause we developin the followin
gettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans?
I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is first
Before your rise gets worse
You need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin me
Stop it hurts, what you say to me?
Like thats supposed to mean something
You don't wanna scene, frontin in the club
Your actin, I don't buy it, I got the Dub
Come on everybody, come on and show your love
*repeat 4X*
Chorus: *chanted in background*
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X*
[Mos Def]
Visions occupy my synaptic's space
Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape
The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges
Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges
Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops
Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it
I follow suit, and face it, embrace it
Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste it
Destined to rise, because I'm basement adjacent
Spirit is still so just chill and be patient
Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with
Clowns about, screamin but don't say shit
I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested
I'm majestic, I represent my strength without ?Epitmass?
Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks
My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics
Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience
I must represent, I don't come off with no corniness
I'm all luminary, despite commentary
Some people say, Mos how you get so?
My sign will make you jump around like calypso
And murmur to yourself like a schizo
There ain't no bottom on the ???
Chorus
[Talib Kweli]
Come on, come on, come on, come on. Here we go. Blackstar, hop on the
Blackstar line. We bout to take y'all home. Ya know what I mean? Here we
go...
We got all markets on lock
From meat to stock
Blackstar, what? throwin like head rock in bars
Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be
Grab my paint, jump on stage and deface emcees
We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit upon
Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on!
Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track
Passin the mic's like quarterbacks
of course its phat, get off of that!
Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is w**
Got fear of being called a hater, imagine that! We ain't havin that
We just passed the star status that your grabbin at
My battle raps blast your**back to your natural habitat
So floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to me
Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees Wanna Be
But they can't, ain't no points forever, so why bother?
Cause your girl calls my name out like Claerance Carter, Claerance
Carter, Clarence Carter!?! (I be strokin, thats what I be doin)
Aiyyo, as we rock harder
And always drop the bonified head nodders
Aiyyo, later for the hater-players
Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players
Chorus
Blackstar keeps shining
Chorus
Blackstar keeps shining
O Divã (Roberto Carlos)
Relembro a casa com varanda
Muitas flores na janela
Minha mãe lá dentro dela
Me dizia num sorriso
Mas na lágrima um aviso
Pra que eu tivesse cuidado
Na partida pro futuro
Eu ainda era puro
Mas num beijo disse adeus.
Minha casa era modesta mas
eu estava seguro
Não tinha medo de nada
Não tinha medo de escuro
Não temia trovoada
Meus irmãos a minha volta
E meu pai sempre de volta
Trazia o suor no rosto
Nenhum dinheiro no bolso
Mas trazia esperanças.
Essas recordações me matam
Essas recordações me matam
Essas recordações me matam
Por isso eu venho aqui.
Relembro bem a festa, o apito
E na multidão um grito
O sangue no linho branco
A paz de quem carregava
Em seus braços quem chorava
E no céu ainda olhava
E encontrava esperança
De um dia tão distante
Pelo menos por instantes
encontrar a paz sonhada.
Essas recordações me matam
Essas recordações me matam
Essas recordações me matam
Por isso eu venho aqui.
Eu venho aqui me deito e falo
Pra você que só escuta
Não entende a minha luta
Afinal, de que me queixo
São problemas superados
Mas o meu passado vive
Em tudo que eu faço agora
Ele está no meu presente
Mas eu apenas desabafo
Confusões da minha mente.
Essas recordações me matam
Essas recordações me matam
Essas recordações me matam
Essas recordações me matam.
Calientame (Wisin y Yandel)
(Ehhh...) 'W', Yomy...
(Ehhh...) Con...
(Ehhh...) (Yandel...)
De nuevo...
Sin miedo...
Caliéntame (Wohhh...)
En la cama, mami, matame (Wohhh...)
Avanza, y caliéntame (Wohhh...)
En la cama, mami, matame (Wohhh...)
Sacude, sacude la coyuntura
W-40 en la cintura
Dura, dura esta su figura
Combina el caserío con la finura
Si me pongo rudo, ella me hace un nudo
Mami, a este le gusta lo crudo
Ella se **, y me **
Si suda, yo sudo
El perro le echa la patita a su gatita
(Quiero dormir calientita...)
Si estas activa, y borracha, solamente grita
(Quiero dormir calientita...)
Agita, agita, y pásate la manita
(Quiero dormir calientita...)
Pidele a tu gato, que te guaye la colita, dale
(Quiero dormir calientita...)
Caliéntame (Wohhh...)
En la cama, mami, matame (Wohhh...)
Avanza, y caliéntame (Wohhh...)
En la cama, mami, matame (Wohhh...)
('W'...)
(Toma!)
Dale espacio a las patas pa' que relinches
Mami, yo soy tu compinche
Si tú quieres que eso allá abajo se te hinche
Entonces, darling, inscríbete en el berrinche
Y dale hasta abajo sin miedo, oye, sin tristeza
Hoy ella uso to' la colonia frambuesa
Besala, píllala, oooh, de pies a cabeza
Tu no vez que ella esta traviesa
El perro le echa la patita a su gatita
(Quiero dormir calientita...)
Si estas activa, y borracha, solamente grita
(Quiero dormir calientita...)
Agita, agita, y pásate la manita
(Quiero dormir calientita...)
Pidele a tu gato, que te guaye la colita, dale
(Quiero dormir calientita...)
Caliéntame (Wohhh...)
En la cama, mami, matame (Wohhh...)
Avanza, y caliéntame (Wohhh...)
En la cama, mami, matame (Wohhh...)
Sosa!
Yomy!
'W'!
Con!
(Yandel!)
Tu sabes que nosotros no jugamos!
Urba, otro palo!
Apuntalo en la libreta nueva!
Aquella ya se acabo! Yomy!
(Monserrate...)
Dile que no lloren!
Todavía siguen llorando!
Puerto Rico, de nuevo!
"Los Vaqueros"!
Pronto!
Magnetic (Foxy Brown)
[Pharell]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Repeat 10X]
Yeah (c'mon!)
[Verse One: Foxy]
Not too many chicks can rap to this
Spit sick the flow be so accurate
Ill Na Na and Def Jam is backin' it
Feel my words, I'm oh so passionate
They like to hear me talk greasy
Bitches stay shook in my presence, they walk easy
Acting all thirsty, hope they not irk me
Tits are still perky, skin is still hershy
Yes, I'm well known to flip fast
Yes, I still shop on Fifth Ave
We toured out, that's what we all bout
Kevin Lyor-ed out, Christian Dior-ed out
My shades are all Chanel-ed out and
The beat is straight Pharell-ed up and
My words are what explains my mind
I'm here, I'm back again, the game is mine
[Chorus: Pharell]
Yeah (c'mon!) - {*Repeat 16X*}
[Verse Two: Foxy]
FB, there ain't no equivalent
The flow is oh so belligerent
The hood love the style that I'm delivering
Fox is hip hop, they just can't rid of this
And all the pain and shit I went through
And all the foul niggas I been through
The world is mine, I'm back to grind
You know you the best when rap dudes go at you
But see my rep is so amazing
The streets, the hood are still craving
I still be rockin' in my Gucci
but switched it up to Emilio Pucci
I love it when hoes try to roll up
Cuz once they see Fox they fold up
And quickly switch they whole flow up
BK, I throw it up, feet stay, Manolo-ed up
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Foxy]
Huhh, the Bentley, H2, the Rover
I'm back, this rap game is over
From Nas, the Firm and Young Hova
Fox a young soldier, will cock a toaster
Young Fox, the new version of Roxanne
The streets talking like what's her next plan
Is she signed to Puff now or Def Jam
That go to show y'all niggas, I'm the best man
[Chorus] - repeat until fade
Shotgun (Moist)
shotgun blast spread like dawning
rip me open feel it coming
bowing down to my addiction
never meant to go so willing
thought i found the something better
terminally hope is crashing
laughing and crashing it's laughing i'm crashing
sorry that i left your language
found a place of my opinion
galvanized the oversight
by pissing on your whole philosophy
mine is just the easy target
mine is just the carnal weakness
wishing for something
and something been wishing
how long is this going to take us going on
is this going to take us
how long is this gonna take us on
you could be the innocent
and i could play the unwashed saviour
counting on cancer to teach us to live
tired of all the vacillations
halcion come take me under
laughing and crashing we're laughing i'm crashing
how long is this gonna take us going on
is this gonna take us how long
is this gonna take us on
shotgun blast spreads like dawning...etc.
how long is this gonna take us going on
is this gonna take us
how long is this gonna take us going on
is this gonna take us on
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