Tag: Bin Laden

Marclo – M I A Lyrics (feat. Eskeerdo)

[Verse]
Everywhere I go
You’re always on my mind
I gotta find my way back in you
Every time I leave
I’m counting down the time until our next rendezvous
The way the moonshines on your face
Theres no place I would rather be tonight
I wanna face dive in your ocean
I’m so in the mood for you tonight

[Chorus]
Just take me back to MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)
Nights don’t end in MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)
Just take me back to MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)
Let’s get lost in MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)

[Verse2]
Remember New Years Eve
That traffic was so thick we had a party right on that bridge
Hit the fountain bleu
You left your wallet in the whip so we couldn’t get into LIV
But it’s ok though cuz we spent the night
Kissing like the waves do the shore
And not a day goes I’m not missing all
The memories we made a little more

[Chorus]
Just take me back to MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)
Nights don’t end in MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)
Just take me back to MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)
Let’s get lost in MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)

[Eskeerdo Verse]
Eskeerdo, uh huh
Remember all the couches with the plastic
Thats how far back I wanna go
Corner store leche with the toast
I swear thats all I really know
I’m talking throwbacks and strapped Girbauds
Back when abuela rocked the rolls
Bad ashy knees and ashy bows
When every tooth in my mouth had a gold yeah I miss that
I’m talking long summers less autumns
Where its more money more problems
Feening for the feels
I been stuck up in the hills too long
Like a nigga Bin Laden
My lady back home straight gorgeous
Remember when I used to hit Museum 10
Just to get the mail for her
Now I’m sorta Jordan Belfort
I conned her love she fell for it
But I won’t cut you like

[Chorus]
(Yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)
Nights don’t end in MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)
Just take me back to MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)
Let’s get lost in MIA (yeyo)
M I M I M I A (yeyo)

Billy Danze – Yeah Lyrics

[Hook]
(Yeah!), let me show you what divine like
I guess that it’s up to me to body on the [?] type
(Right), Homie, you spotless, I’m timeless
I can just do this shit forever like
(Yeah!), let me show you what the shine like
First I got to show you what the grind like
(Right), Think big, play big, kid
I will do this shit forever (kid)

[Verse 1]
Wherever I go, I’m honored in arms
I got that Bin Laden effect, flow is the bomb (bomb), boom (boom)
The people’s champ, officially hood stamped
The MVP out [?], it’s William LeBron Wade
(Facts), I’m in possession of what you missed
(Facts), effectively killing shit
(Facts), perpetually building hits
You cats thinking it’s the shoes but it’s actually all in the wrists
You get that? (Yeah!)
Now my next move is my best move
(Okay), feed it to you niggas like the press do
(Okay), could look random when I press through
It’s well orchestrated like a chess move
Do you get that?

[Hook]
(Yeah!), let me show you what divine like
I guess that it’s up to me to body on the [?] type
(Right), Homie, you spotless, I’m timeless
I can just do this shit forever like
(Yeah!), let me show you what the shine like
First I got to show you what the grind like
(Right), Think big, play big, kid
I will do this shit forever (kid)

[Verse 2]
Still riding for the home team
Still got your head nodding hard like I’m codeine
I’m elusive, when I rap, I’m exclusive
It’s like I got Clue in the back hollering, “new shit”
At this point, I’m just cruising
I ain’t got to be loud about it, I’m proud about it, I’m proven
This LGBT music industry’s confusing
Feel honored, you’re privileged to witness a real nigga grooving
You get that? (Yeah!)
I’m embedded where they [?]
(Okay), in the bottom where the Timberlands are fancy
(Okay), where the scandals run from the cocaine to the food pantry
I handle it like Meyer Lansky
Do you get that?
Cool

[Hook]
(Yeah!), let me show you what divine like
I guess that it’s up to me to body on the [?] type
(Right), Homie, you spotless, I’m timeless
I can just do this shit forever like
(Yeah!), let me show you what the shine like
First I got to show you what the grind like
(Right), Think big, play big, kid
I will do this shit forever (kid)

[Outro]
Yeah!
Yeah!
Do this shit forever (kid)
Yeah!

Drakeo The Ruler – Hood Trophy Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I like this type of shit, perkies no Vicodins
Gone out my mind again
Bambino out flockin’ in the coupe, he like the ISIS head
Mister don’t blind me, serve sorry but I’m kind of slurring, The Ruler
I do this often
Don’t sneak diss me nigga, you’ll be married to a coffin
Came from Bally Total Fitness, you would think I went jogging
I’m all about my offer, man these niggas just jawsing

[Chorus]
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me

[Verse 2]
Yes indeed these niggas know me, Mr. f**kin’ Mosley
Watch how you approach and we ain’t finna beef on social
The media won’t know if you gon’ breathe again, the demon’s head
Walkin’ with the Neimans bag, that’s where I keep my secrets at
It’s hotter than hell’s kitchen, Longstocking when I’m whippin’
I got kamikaze visions, on the block where it’s relentless
These niggas choosin’ when they picking, I refuse to be that nigga
Double cup, sippin’ mud, dodging school and detention
Stinc Team, got my whiskers, in the public I’m a figure
Budweiser, got the brewski, I’ma shoot it ’til it’s empty
Broke bitches I won’t pity, Bin Laden, I need plenty
They all big banc uchies a nigga gettin’

[Chorus]
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me
A bust down (hood trophies), say my name (hood trophies)
In the coupe (hood trophies), F&N’s (hood trophies)
We got Act (hood trophies), check my stats (hood trophies)
Mr. f**kin’ Mosley, that’s a fact, niggas know me

[Outro]
See it’s like, we sippin’ mud and all that. This a hood trophy, we got Act and all that. You already know I done did that, I done had the coupe, steal your coupes, all that. it’s crazy, hood trophy. Bust down Rollie, that’s for sure a hood trophy. All that nigga, ten chains on me like my neck hurt like boy I hope my jewelry is a pound type shit, like, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
F&N’s, and Dracos and all that, before niggas even knew what Dracos was, before these niggas was screaming my name in all they raps and all that. But I’m free, yeah. Tell these niggas stop sneak dissing me. We not with the social media shit, what I say is a catalogue of caskets, pick and choose. Dead

Drakeo The Ruler – Out The Slums Lyrics (feat. 03 Greedo)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Lord, keep me away from these bums
Nick Cannon, rapping all out my drum
Ayy bitch, ain’t no up next, I’m the one
2-2-3 shells all on my rug
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
This swamp water that I mixed with my mud
Fat daddies like I’m Ralfy the Plug
But it’s the Ruler, f**k with me, gon’ get slumped

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
White girl my princess, perfume smell like nail polish
Sell product, bailed out two times on one case and we still mobbin’
Heard that we seamless but guarantee won’t tell ’bout it
Play games with this TEC and I’ma spit a couple shells out it
Nintendo Switch on this handheld
Mario Kart, watch the tail slide out
Brand new foreign car bought with my advance
Thinking you can see us, take another glance
I wear PP with Buscemi, treat that shit like Vans
My nigga Ralfy kickin’ shit, board in his hands
Skateboard P with the grams
Diamond tester make Neptune sounds
Milkshake like Kelis how they dance
Leave that bitch in the field was the plan
Bowlegged with the three point stance
Bitch I’m a beast, yes I am
It’s the wolf with the lamb chop
Now watch a ghost on your stage, stuck again
Here I am, here I am

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come

[Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler]
Just hopped off IMO in my thug
They like Drakeo man you back on that bull
Duh bitch, don’t you see all this mud?
Coupe abuser, don’t you see all these guns?
Up in Bally Total Fitness where I make all my runs
Cold Devil, draggin’ minks on the floor
Ain’t nobody finna book me, ask these niggas, yeah they know
Get you whacked for these goodies and this Gladback on the floor
Yeah mister f**king Mose, pay attention to my quotes
I’m a menace, ask Dennis, man I’m sinister with arms
Brains missing in the orange, tryna get these lucky charms
Call of duty, yeah it’s war, black opps on the floor
Drinking pints when I’m scorched, man these niggas know the score
How I pull up, have to blame Bin Laden for the Porsche
Drinking pints when I’m scorched, man these niggas know the score
How I pull up had to blame Bin Laden for the Porsche, the Ruler

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come
In Cavalli but I came out the slums
On Rodeo but I still got my drum
Thought I had life until I posted a dub
Man tell these niggas I’m as real as they come

[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
This shit, nigga, crazy, you know what the f**k it is nigga
Back on that shit nigga, yeah niggas thought I had life
Niggas wouldn’t f**k with a nigga and all that
Haha nigga, what the f**k is you talkin’ ’bout nigga
Check the scoreboard nigga, haha
Anyway, nigga
I’m a sore winner nigga
Like when I leave I take the scoreboard with me

Plies – How I’m Living Lyrics

[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Verse 1]
Where I’m from, it’s a couple things that you won’t see
You ain’t gon’ see no Maybachs or no Bentleys
And you ain’t finna see no cribs worth a half a million
But there’s a couple things, nigga, that you will see
Niggas riding around with choppers on the front seat
And niggas posted in the dope hole trying to eat
And the police riding back to back, six deep
‘Cause what you see and what I see is two different things
I see niggas riding Chevys, a lot of cocaine
And where I’m from, niggas don’t drink Cris, mane
Niggas drink yak, crackers drink champagne
And when you niggas get rich, it’s funny how shit change
With that $200 for that Cris, I can get into the game
And cop me some of that hard or some of that white thing
If you’ve been in the hood, then how I’m living, why concern about you?
Now that you got a little money, nigga, you’ve been flipped this shit for crackers

[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Verse 2]
And in the hood, we want you impressed by 9:11
‘Cause every day in the hood is fucking 9/11
When 9/11 happened, it was just a couple killers
You’d find more killers around this bitch sitting in trucks, nigga
These boys like Bin Laden, but behind tint, nigga
The only difference is Bin Laden just gon’ send them
A true killer will get you himself, last I remember
A plane got to hit the World Trade a couple of more times
To catch up with all of these motherfuckers around here dying
And God, I want you to stop me if you think I’m lying
I bet there’s 10,000 open cases right now
And y’all depicted a couple off a thousand cases
Me and your motherfucking family need to trade places
So you can look around the hood and see all the sad faces
As soon as a nigga get killed, you hollering “drug related”
I know you can hear it in my voice, you can tell I’m hot, too
I feel the same way you feel, cracker, fuck you
A lot of men died in two days, but it don’t make the news
A little white girl come up missing, it’s all over the news
And you would give a bitch a million for a couple crews
I bet you need my people, cracker, before we need you

[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Outro]
The same shit happening everywhere around the world, dog
Your motherfucking hood ain’t no harder than mine
And my hood ain’t no harder than yours
Fort Myers, dog, AKA Pakistan
You already know what we call it
Duval, Tallahassee, Gainesville, West Palm
Lauderdale, Dade County, Tampa, St. Pete
Clearwater, Orlando, Polk County, Mims, Titusville
And all surrounding areas in between, dog
This how we living in Florida, nigga
Please believe it, baby
Florida, I told you I got you, my nigga
And when them motherfuckers put me on how I’m living
I’ll take you in my hood, nigga, ’cause that’s how I’m living

A$AP Rocky – Brand New Guy (feat. ScHoolboy Q) lyrics

[Verse 1: Asap Rocky]
I’m camo down to my boxers
Gold teeth, a bathing ape
It’s animals in my projects
Like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper
I hold heat, bangers bang
Let the chiquita speak
Let it keep the peace
That Lil B, bangkadang
I don’t care if you blue or you red flagging
Hair swinging, my pants sagging
Hoes all on my band wagon
Your bitch gagging, she jet lagging
All my cause niggas, what’s crackin’?
All my blood niggas, what’s poppin’?
I ain’t set tripping, I just happen
To know who click clacking, who mismatching
Fuck swagger, you been jacking
Fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon
My bitch drive it and my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit chattin’
See a nigga don’t shit happen
I’m finna blow on that Bin Laden
So talk money, check latin (Suck my fuckin’ dick bitch)

[Hook: x2]
Brand new clip, brand new 9
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me meet the brand new guys

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
That 45 be the big toy
Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Clipped up like I’m paranoid
Hot as hell nigga, Fitzroy
Pulled off through the city like {skirrt}
Seen that hoe nigga like {skirttt pop}
Hopped up on a nigga like {murrppp}
Put that pussy nigga in a purse
You wouldn’t be the first covering the dirt
Put him in the ground, he was down to earth
Napped up nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work
With two bad hoes, I’ll teach you how to jerk
Teach you how to jerk
Swaggin’ in my J’s
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade
Brand new nigga with the brand new venue
Sold that bitch out
Should’ve made that ho bigger
Killer charisma these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga
You quick with the gat and the dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house
Twisting up weed
I’m digging her out
Just filling her out
Do all that shit you be talking about
While you gone? Shit, NetFlix on your couch
What this pop corn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin’
You over there lovin’
That bitch be my stuffing, like
Like we really be fucking

[Hook: x2]
Brand new clip, brand new 9
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me meet the brand new guys

[Verse 3:]
[Schoolboy Q:]
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawls
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This motherfucker hold 15
Smack that ho in, tell the clip get lost
Bitch I’m a boss
Pulled up clean, don’t you hear the exhaust
Got my tie on, gripping on my iron
Who I’m about to fire on?
[ASAP Rocky:]
Rap game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I rap for?
Crack game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I trap for?
Riding round with that mask on
Like a Mac attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard
Clap on, clap off
[Schoolboy Q:]
Blue pit in my back yard
[ASAP Rocky:]
Red nose my bad broad
[Schoolboy Q:]
Tight and full of that hydro
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pretty nigga, no catwalk
[Schoolboy Q:]
Big burner in your big mouth
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pussy niggas suck lead off
[Schoolboy Q:]
I pull it up then skirt off
Vodka shots, he Smirnoff
[ASAP Rocky:]
40 oz of that Cristal
Rose, that Rick Ross
[Schoolboy Q:]
Got it jumping like Kriss Kross
[ASAP Rocky:]
Mishmashing, no jigsaw
[Schoolboy Q:]
No horseplay when we quick draw
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pussy nigga get a tit job
[Schoolboy Q:]
Hands up, stick your mands up
Your time’s up, the new brand’s up
Brrap!
Q!

RiFF RAFF – Pork Sliders Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: RiFF RAFF]
Yo, they put the top up today, I don’t feel like talking. [?]

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Top up, cause I don’t feel like talking much
Slept on so much they thought I was a mattress
White Allen Ivy, mutherfuck a practice
Rock so much ice, I’m a hat trick
Candy cranberry on the cutlass
Ties black magic
I beg your pardon in an Aston Martin
[?] to Neiman Marcus
Before I park it, I spark one
Nah
I just passed your pardon
Matter fact I just crashed my Aston Martin
So I don’t have to park it
You beefing on a Wednesday
I’m a vegetarian
Eating pork sliders on a Sunday
My Muslim homies roll the windows down
So they don’t have to smell the aroma
Peep my persona
I paid for the gas
Shit, I paid for the Jag
Autographed the paper tag
You can have it back
A Uber car, I’m a superstar
I got cocaine on my door jam
Cocaine on my door jam
I just served eight grams in a traffic jam
I’m the chosen one
I roll a blunt and push 4 ounce of smoke into my lungs
‘Sace lungs, I’ll point it out
Smoke pouring out my mouth
I’m a fire dragon
Robbing, jeans sagging
I’m Bin Laden
I been had ’em
I been did that
I drive two cars, and both Cadillacs
My feet on the roof

Eno – Million (Xalaz Album)

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 1]
Eine Million Euro auf Konto
Schieße Selfies mit Bruders in Hongkong
Kauf mir ‘ne Kalasch, trainier du Wing Chun
Ich bring frischen Wind ihr seid so monoton
Bonne chance an die Brates die Gas geben
An die Dealer die für Bares ihr Hasch geben
An eure Freundinnen die heimlich Arsch geben
An meine Biras die mir jeden Tag Kraft geben
Ich scheiß auf eure Song und Hits, ich kill Rapper
16 Uhr aufstehen, Frühstück mit Grillteller
In Almanya der neue Hauptdarsteller
Frag deine Freundin Eno er knallt besser

[Bridge]
Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 2]
Eine Million in Euro in Bar
Nach Monaco mit’nem Rolls Royce fahr’n
Ohne Aufenthalt große wurden krank in ganz Deutschland mach ich einen Namen
Versace Sweatshirt für sechs Scheine
Siehst mich gechillt einfach aus dem Benz steigen
Keine Sessions mit Schraubi und Brecheisen
Redest von Rücken doch du kennst keinen
Spontan nach Italien zum einkaufen fliegen
Lasse im Dsquared-Shop heut’ zehn Riesen
Krisen vorbei ENO183 wir ballern Blei
Fick die Polizei

[Scratch]
Fuck the police! Comin’ straight from the underground

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 3]
Wiesbaden 183 bald in den Charts
Kinnhaken schickt dich direkt in den Schlaf
Bin Laden ist tot, doch Eno ist da
Keine Fresse eingeschlagen heißt guter Tag
Ja Ja dreh’ runden in ‘nem BMW M6
Dach Carbon, tiefgelegt, 600ps
Trete aufs Gas und die Leute sie Kotzen
Lebe mein Traum geb’ ein Fick auf euch Fotzen
Furcht einflößend Griselda Blanco
Siehst du die Bullen hebst du Pico die Hand hoch
Steh’ ich vor dir machst du Platz bis nach Bangkok
Steig’ in den Ring dein Trainer schmeißt Handtuch
Wären ich für Verkauf von Drogen schwänze
Lutscht deine Freundin für Drogen Schwänze
Ot über Grenze im geklauten PKW
Audi RS6 Farbe: schwarz metallic

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Outro]
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

J COLE – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J. Cole – High For Hours

[Intro]
This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, "High as Shit for Hours"
Here we go, yeah

[Verse 1]
American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is a crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

[Refrain 1]
So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 2]
I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

[Refrain 2]
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 3]
Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

[Refrain 3]
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J Cole – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Achmed The Dead Terrorist – Jingle Bombs lyrics

[With Jeff Dunham]
Dashing through the sand
With a bomb strapped to my back
I have a nasty plan
For Christmas in Iraq
I got through checkpoint A
But not through checkpoint B
That’s when I got shot in the ass by the U.S. military
Ooo, Jingle bombs, jingle bombs mine blew up you see
Where are all the virgins that Bin Laden promised me
Jingle bombs, jingle bombs your soldiers shot me dead
The only thing that I have left is this towel upon my head
I used to be a man, but every time I cough
Thanks to uncle Sam my nuts keep falling off
My bombing days are done, I need to find some work
Perhaps it would be much safer as a convenient store night clerk,
Ooo, Jingle bombs, jingle bombs I think I got screwed
Don’t laugh at me because I’m dead or I keel you

B.o.B – $tacks Of Dreams (Elements Album)

[Intro/Refrain]
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of

[Bridge]
Bodies, on top of
Bodies, on top of
Bodies, copies
Carbon copies
Do you copy, out of body
Out of body, tipsy-turvy tipsy-topsy tispy-topsy
Killuminati- all the thotties, the young gottis (Party, Party)
They watching, I know they watching (Watching, Watching)

Yeah, yeah
Heat death- I’m in this Mojave
Suicide- I’m kamikaze
I don’t blend in with nobody
The scapegoat I guess I’m Bin Laden

[Verse 1]
Yeah Yeah
Compared to Donald Trump
I’m neck and neck with the death threats
Got the best vest, and the best text
I need less stress and the best sex
Nude photos are the best text
Life is too short to be depressed, yes
But I’m too focused on the next step
And I’m restless

[Chorus]
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life

[Refrain]
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of….

[Verse 2]
Dreams are made of, same thing that my genes are made of
Real niggas what my team is made of
No Day 2’s, Day 3’s, just Day 1’s
Puppet niggas move when the strings are raised up
Fame is a drug niggas fiend for a taste of
Broke hoes smoke all your weed, snapchat they weave
Then leave when the drinks is drank up, tuh!
I aim to provoke
I don’t mean financial when I say you broke
You broke in your heart, you lost in your thoughts, and you broke in your soul
Emotions evoke
Mentally stunted more issues then Vogue
Doors open and close
But you wouldn’t notice it though, though, though…

[Chorus]
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life

[Bridge]
Bodies, on top of
Bodies, on top of
Bodies, copies
Carbon copies
Do you copy, out of body
Out of body, tipsy-turvy tipsy-topsy tipsy-topsy
Killuminati- all the thotties, the young gottis (Party, Party)
They watching, I know they watching (Watching, Watching)

Yeah, yeah
Heat death- I’m in this Mojave
Suicide- I’m kamikaze
I don’t blend in with nobody
The scapegoat I guess I’m Bin Laden

[Chorus]
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life
Wreck the party, I’ll find you in the other life

Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of
Dreams, stacked on top of….