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Fireball
05:29
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FIREBALL
[Verse 1] They call me the angel of death/ Sent to bring the pain til it ain’t nothin’ left/ Seatbelt tight strapped in the Black Falcon, sound system bangin’ one decibel to deaf/ Shot me in a rocket down to Earth sole mission is to make more listeners/ Take no prisoners/ Rated R take apart niggas violent/ Can’t look away/ Made an art with it stylish/ Hardcore shit/ Niggas ‘round my way they all sick, but bossman sent me/ Say I slay the hardest/ I don’t know maybe it’s the way I disregard shit/ I been doing this for centuries/ Eat ‘em all quick/ Where I come from is where they can’t hear you scream/ No mercy, blood thirsty, all black, mean/ We seek ‘em out, weed ‘em out, clean ‘em out, leave/ Jump planet to planet, repeat the same thing
[Hook] Come on/ Get it crunk one time/ Jump the fuck up, get ya hands high/ Tear this shit up, set it on fire/ Ya all outta time/ Ya all gotta die [2X]
[Verse 2] Pierce through the stratosphere, now breaking atmosphere/ Fallin’ straight down, headed fast for the clouds/ A thousand miles per hour as I ride in the cockpit you see the fire/ Unidentified Falling Object Like...[BOOM]/ I just bust through a plane/ People flying everywhere, heavy metal flames/ The wind feels strange, cause the windchill changed, now my wind shield’s stained with entrails and brains/ Whippers on/ I bring lightning storms/ The power causes city lights to flicker off and on/ Feel the noise when the hand of God touch down. Sonic boom sound/ Crater in the ground/ Witness the pre-apocalyptic sound/ This is the end, ain’t no use for optimism now/ So hold tight and keep up with the body count/ Cause I’m ‘bout to flip the style and I’m ‘bout to hit the ground right now
[Hook]
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Twenty Twelve
02:49
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TWENTY TWELVE
[Verse 1] Destructive by design/ One touch and I’m inclined to get gully and vulgar/ I only first landed and killed Scully and Mulder/ Sci-Fi horror flick/ Distorted mix master soundtrack sorta slaughter/ Quarter click from major personality disorder/ Boy I got them fangs sharpened/ And got that “thang” chargin’/ Runnnin’ down the street screamin’ like a wild beast flingin’ funky styles at you/ And even 5-D’s beats is bustin’ shots at you/ So duck mu’fucka, or get painted on the wall like these other mu’fuckas/ Jeepers, only remains are gold chains/ Mangled pieces/ Stains on my Addidas/ Abstract artist that got ya whole squad lookin’ like a Jackson Pollock, splattered on canvas/ Slappin’ those stanzas to ya face with no safety regulation taken into consideration/ Instant defacement with incineration/ Come with that junk, get thrown in the trunk with the rest of them pitiful emcees and them CDs you passed out you know I never will listen to/ You’re landfill material [garBITCH]/ It’s the player hater dark wit/ Laser saber Dark Sith/ And you say you Mace Windu, so I sling you out the window/ Fuck you and the Force, I’m the source/ Shine light in your third eye and throw you off coarse/ I’m the enemy/ Plus I know all your history/ The thing about me, you can’t de-mystify the mystery/ Unidentifiable/ Only one survivor that’s seen me can just describe and indefinable entity/ I got psychiatrists rockin’ 3-D goggles, smokin’ peace pipes/ Said they trying to see what I think like/ Seems like you were put here for me to exercise my lower chakra/ Drop the hammer on ya/ Proper
[Verse 2] Back the fuck up, boy he might shock ya/ My ghetto blaster/ Turns into an atom smasher/ At the press of a button and I ain’t read the instructions/ So it’s best you don’t touch him unless you plan to get mopped up/ I’m from a planet called Off With His Head, that’s part of a solar system called Kill A Rapper Dead/ And once I tap into that monster mode in my soul, all I see is read flashes/ All you see is blackness
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The EndTro
01:31
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GetUp!!!
04:00
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GETUP!!!
[Verse 1] Who the fuck is that n*gga/ Lookin‘ Like some kinda neo-retro rap n*gga/ Bopping like got a pair of headphones on, banging a beat/ But he don’t, I think the man trippin’/ What kind of glasses are them/ Look how his pants fit him/ he looks way too hip hop to be a damn hipster/ Maybe he’s an artist/ Probably comes up with dumb rhymes/ He comes across like he’s been weird for a long time/ Look lie he act crazy/ Look like he been a little spazzed since the actual 80’s/ Since highchairs and babies/ His mama probably figured that he had the ADHD/ But never medicated so he just kept creating/ Damn this n*gga’s a mess, ain’t he/ I mean look at the kicks, shits is fresh ain’t they/ Look like at any moment he could beam up in the mothership/ Rockin’ SB’s, but he don’t skate or nothin’, what’s up with him?
[Hook] These dumb suckers wish they had me all figured out/ Wiggin’ out how we got the croud flippin’ out/ They like lookin’ n*ggas all in the grill/ Either get down, or get the fuck outta here/ You gotta get up, get down, or get up out my face n*gga [4X]
[Verse 2] Who that cat, yeah he wilds out/ Yeah that’ that rapper I be tweeting online ‘bout/ 7even Eleven, or something dealing with time/ I don’t know truthfully but he’s rather ruthless in a rhyme bout I found out/ he used to rap ‘bout stabbing and clappin’ n*ggas/ But now he’s all obsessed with time travel and zappin’ n*ggas/ Or something weird always coming out of his mouth/ And he don’t really sound like he comes from out of the south/ 7even Tré Oh/ How come you ain’t say so/ yeah I got his old shit, I’ve just never seen his face though/ This n*gga sounds like a giant on records/ And he’s so spaced out, the planets move when he say so/ I heard he just dropped another EP/ I ain’t got to hear it yet, but I know it’s somethin’ sweet/ And it’s produced by some homie from over seas/ And supposedly, he’s Obi Wan Kenobi on the beats
[Hook]
[Verse 3] Look at these two geeks trying to be low key/ And it’s obvious they over there talkin’ ‘bout me/ I just keep boppin’ my head and acting like I don’t see/ But they staring too hard, they need to get they own sneaks/ I don’t know who they think I am/ I am not who they think I be/ That n*gga ain’t me/ I ain’t the 7 to the 3/ I don’t be murdering beats/ I ain’t no outer space freak/ I ain’t no strange being/ Aliens don’t ever speak to me/ I can’t be who I am and still get respect in the streets/ I don’t end no beef/ I don’t be reppin’ MZD/ You’s invading my space, I wouldn’t rock you in the face/ My n*ggas don’t pop them “thangs”/ I ain’t as strange as they say/ Dropped the LP, and they said it sounded like Dré/ Out came the mixtape, said it felt like Jay/ Cause you see part of it’s an artist is inspired by the greats/ But at the end of the day, Tré just gotta make ‘em pay
[Hook]
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Earth Gurl
02:39
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EARTH GURL
[Verse 1] I met a real pretty right downtown/ It was kinda late and I just touched down/ And I decided to have a little fun/ Before I go psycho with this gun/ Hit the night spot/ Saw a girl a ll by herself in the club and I thought she was hot/ She looked at me and then I looked at her/ I’m scanning for weaknesses/ that’s when I found out my weakness is them females in her species/ It’s them features, I don’t know, the do something to me/ it was like she was just looking right through me/ Spit that game/ She found out that I spit that flame and we exchanged names/ Next day came, I saw her at a mall/ Git the girl number, gave her a call/ A couple days later we kickin’ it hard/ Then I came to like “My god, what am I doing?”/ Come on
That’s when she takes my hand/ I’ll never wash this mother--- again/ Cause I think I’m in love with an Earth girl, so I gotta kill her
[Verse 2] Yes I said kill her/ I am on Earth for a goddamn mission/ Got a rep to protect as a mad villian/ No bone in my body for no goddamn feelings/ I’m feelin’ rather sick/ I know I gotta take her out fast/ Before I get stuck on the shape of that ass/ maybe I can stick to the plan/ Run away from her as fast as I can then jet/ Gotta keep my space hood pass in check/ Forget about her, on to the next/ Gotta use more tact than Amazing Race/ Just when I think I’m safe, I’m seeing her face again/ Come on
And there she goes again/ I can’t control what’s going on in my head/ Cause I think I’m in love with an Earth girl, so I gotta kill her
[Verse 3] Gone and rub the girl out/ Slow pokin’ ‘round taking her out on dates and all in her house/ And all on her couch and your hands is up in her blouse/ Won’t you gone take the burner on out/ Do it!/ Soon as she’s turnin’ around/ She not lookin’ okay, now Immo shoot her/ laser gun pointed straight for her medulla/ Close my eyes and I can’t/ She turns around as I hide the gat behind my back/ Just that moment she’s cuter than ever/ then I decide whatever, how bad could it be/ Come on
And now we’re touching again/ I wanna know what’s goin’ down in her bed/ Cause I think I’m in love with an Earth girl, so I gotta keep her
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Chocolate Bliss
03:51
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CHOCOLATE BLISS
[Verse 1] Excuse me if I a little [fresh], but I like to watch you undress/ I mean unzip that wok load and get you outta that stress/ Now drop the drama to your ankles and lay bak as I stretch, across your landscape/ Search for the signal for your landing strip/ You’re the radio controller driving me to chocolate bliss/ You’ve got some gravitational pull on my rocket ship/ Rocking as I enter your atmosphere and you grab me near/ What happens hear, you wrapped around me like a forcefield/ I make you feel the force, but ain’t nothing forced, feels real/ Feel like steel, don’t it/ Time stands still want it, to not stop ‘til cops come knock knock/ You let me travel your Bermuda Triangle/ We get used to trying angles quite naturally, now have a breather/ Then [come back], for just another round of close encounter contact/ Synergize, energize it like that
[Hook] Can’t we just stay like this, wrapped up in chocolate bliss [3x]
[Verse 2] As the show goes on, on the floor goes on/ Crawl away, I pull you back as the flow goes strong/ It’s such a milky way, big bang theory, you don’t hear me/ It’s so 5th dimensional, extra sensory sensual/ So sensitive to the touch that it makes no sense to you/ And can’t nobody make music mo’ betta, together/ make rhythms up against the wall ‘til they think we makin’ beats/ We play and press repeat, ‘til we make them walls fall/ Proclaiming who can claim it with such profane speech ya, the gatekeeper/ I got the master key to that latch/ And this ain’t where my aim is, but it’s so unmistakable and so uncommon in match, might place a young one in that/ face expressions tighten as we’re bracing for impact/ And tell the world to get back, cause they ain’t ready for us/ And this is mine and it yours, so ain’t no runnin’ from it/ My meteor and your earth, colliding as we comet/ Together
[Hook]
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AHEAD OF OUR TIME
[Verse 1 - Headkrack] Such an eclectic, Rap’s Nikola Tesla/ I’m a eight year program, you’re just a semester/ I live in my laboratory, clones battle for me/ They only weeks old, when chicks fuck ‘em in statatory/ You’ll get it later, critics, haters and fans/ When I rock it’s like Michael J. Fox at the dance/ Marty McFly, zip by, this is my DeLorean/ It runs on rappers’ fears, it’s clear who’s victorious/ With warriors in jets, gold chains on my neck/ Attracts them android hoes, the Casimir Effect/ And certainly they work with me, I understand they circuitry/ I scoop ‘em from their planet and I let ‘em hang on Earth with me/ While me and 7evenThirty serve MCs/ Futuristic imagery will trick the nerve of ye/ I’m Albert Einstein with wifi, chumps why try/ Word to Stephen Hawking [We’re ahead of our time
[Verse 2 - 5-D] Intergalactically known, locally respected/ Next shit, post-apocalyptic Mad Max, bitch/ Gather ‘round and meet JackTown’s Doctor Emmet Brown, while 7evenThirty stay so McFly/ We in the sky, cause the space rhyme continuum’s the fabric of our lives/ You shaky like Aaron Neville’s voice, not gonna survive/ Watch the blu-rays thrive/ Took it to your beta max, but it wasn’t enough, coming straight up out the Jack/ Turning rappers to dust/ Rising to the fifth dimension, where it’s beautifully rough/ While you stuck down in the third, skinny DNA nerds/ You fickle sickle cell n*ggas ain’t cold/ Leave ya girl, and watch a n*gga get chose/ [I thought you knew]/ You little Jack Ass youth, doing Jack Ass things with ya Jack Ass crew/ My n*ggas take it nine innings, from the start to the beginning/ We beamin’ and Charlie Sheenin’, my n*gga, that’s by Winning/ From the start to the beginning/ We beamin’ and Charlie Sheenin’, my n*gga, we by Winning
[Hook - Gensu Dean] Let me take a sec/ And run it down the line/ 5 MC’s known to freeze your soul and mind/ Tracks still laced, twist ya face like a fresh lime/ 3 hard knocks, and just one dime/ Poison you wack MC’s like turpentine/ Alway on the grind/ Caught up in a bind/ The ladder of success, yeah, we are known to climb/ Fresh or online/ Ahead of our time
[Verse 3 - Mo Ney Stax] Me and these n*ggas spaced out/ 7:30, I wake up/ Heaven’s where we are sent from/ Outta this world I take ya/ Booth in the back I massacre, bloody, it’s kinda tragic how Mo Ney in any galaxy actually different caliber/ Strike with minimal, astronomically difficult/ Replication impossible possibly sick and mental I’m/ hard as cement is, make martyrs from you and kinfolk, impartial to spittin’ prophecies, scarred up from what I been through/ And it’s so simple, I hardly wanna bother, ahead of our time, a scholar, too smart to be gettin’ caught up/ Go ‘head, I’m watchin’ you takin’ my smart for weakness/ I’m proper when I be speakin’, but reach for the Glock to pop you/ So patiently, you been waitin’, erasin’ you say is favorite, replace ‘em with me I basically take out who’s ever facin’ me/ Aching to be embraced by us, race to the top you chasin’ that number one spot I’m takin’/ More over and make a vacancy
[Verse 4 - 7even] See, there’s no way that you can safely save a space for me, it’s never gone be pretty/ From Jackson, Mississippi, and fuckin’ up major cities/ Grab ya women and children, cause every time we do battle, we crashin’ into ya buildings/ that’s collateral damage/ Spittin’ from in the brain with it, written within the cranium, gifted within’ this language/ I am so insane, I’ll beat you in Japanese animation/ Anime/ “Eat the cake, Anna Mae” shit, with spaceships/ I’m Vegeta/ You rappers are Mr. Popo/ You got to speed up/ Just to catch my written slow-flow/ So ahead of my time,I will go back in time to knock you dead with a line and still make it back in time to meet my deadline/ My spittin’ germ got the power to stop the earth spinnin’, building enough inertia to hurl you all into space/ Fall into place/ I got lasers of all different shapes/ All collaborated and aimed to hit you all in the face/ You don’t want it
[Hook]
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SPACE GANGTSA
[Verse 1 - Coke Bumaye] Reportin’ live from the south side of another planet/ Where money is no advantage/ Schoolin’ every rapper, i welcome ‘em to my campus/ Pussy n*ggas, they panic/ They saggin’, showin’ they panties/ That’s vulgar, believe me, I showed ya’/ I just want that head, baby you can keep the shoulders/ Mountain to a boulder, Sergeant to a soldier/ n*ggas mean-muggin’ until I get the “Folgers”/ Hot shit to ya’ mug, lay you ass down/ Mean-muggin’, don’t let that be yo last frown/ It’s the last down, do I look scary?/ Fourth and inches, n*ggas still throwin’ Hail Marries/ I carry this shit like a digit/ When you great, don’t have hate, you have critics/ So civic/ New Jack City, Nino Browns gettin’ found face down the the river/ My n*ggas need a lung and a liver/ The way they smoke the loud and they chase it wit the liquor/ Keep lookin’ til ya get the big picture/ And I keep snappin’ like I see the big picture/ hang with a gang of stars, the Big Dipper/ And it’s fuck you and whoever come witcha/ Other shit, like I’m from outer space/ Sitll gettin’ tats, til I run outta space/ On the highway to Mars, better get out my way/ Space Gangstas in this bitch, wanna come out and play
[Verse 2 - Ivisuai] Grey cap and my grey boots/ Ja Ru damage a track/ Make hits, just like babe Ruth/ Empty closets for my space suit/ I’m in my spaceship gettin’ high, engine run off Grey Goose/ You can’t spoof if you say boo/ You in the coupe, n*gga make room/ And stay tuned/ We make moves/ Through the galaxy, rapidly/ Watchin’ my back ‘cause Boba Fett tryna capture me/ traded in the 4- 5th for the brand new laser gun with the prototype chip/ Been flowin’ like this since I was just a youngster/ How I can remember, a young n*gga was a stunner/ Son of a gunner, mu’fucka, I’m a bastard/ No flow father figure, why it’s so savage/ We on the hyper speed chase for the cabbage/ Steady makin’ bread, check my Facebook status/ And hit ‘em up, might still don’t give a fuck/ Yo, I smoke trees daily, plus drink up in my cup/ Hyperspace travel on a whole ‘nother sound brink/ Yo, hold up, that’s 7evenThirty on the com link
[Verse 3 - 7evenThirty] Horror Hell-bringer dead wrong/ Max Redrum/ Starship Trooper-style murder murk ya, head gone/ Closed casket killer, kil ‘em with lyricism/ I’m a souther-style sinner with sinister cynicism/ ManMelter 3600ZX Sub-Atomic Disintegrator Pistol, poppin brains like pimples/ I enter through the left and exit out the right temple/ Now get this for the record, 7evenThiry’s quite mental/ I pierce through ya dental wit the pen and pencil/ Cause I don’t need the pencil or the pen to pull a pistol/ I’m laying antifreeze for these new-school “cool cats”, black/ I should be in the booth in black zoot suit and jetpack/ I’m so Space Gangsta/ Switchblade, I nickname the mini lightsaber, walk up and shank ya, thank ya/ Leave you on the roof and let the sun “stanky stank” ya/ This the West Jack, where we don’t take to strangers/ the most unpredictable n*ggas wavin’ a weapon and waitin’ to rob a Will Robinson/ Danger Danger/ Sights, guiding light through the night with the laser/ That touch ya/ Now watch Scottie bea ya whole face up/ And you just had to keep it so gangsta/ But lookie where that gotcha with ya body so laced up/ I’ll do a favor/ I’ll throw some choppers on ya stretcher, now you laid up/ Dripped out, draped up
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[Verse 1 - Sleepy Will] I’m leanin’ back/ Thinkin’ bout the game/ tryna stay ahead/ Of constant change/ Was a young n*gga/ Just like you/ Immo sell this dope, fuck hoes and rap too/ It ain’t hard, make a million dollars off a verse/ buy that Maybach, supply the whole hood wit work/ They don’t don’t tal about it/ This just entertainment/ Yeah, it’s all for show/ Most of these n*ggas famous ain’t never seen a reignment/ N*ggas like you and me/ We don’t get them placements on MTV/ That’s just how it is/ Well you just independent/ Fuck what them haters say/ N*gga, I’m still the business/ I put in work/ From the crack of dawn/ To the crack of dawn/ For the perfect song/ Most of y’all n*ggas ain’t never put it work/ Never hit the block/ And made them feet work/ If it was that easy, we’d all be rich/ Expensive taste/ Exotic bitch/ It’s all politics/ A fuckin’ campaign/ Turn on the radio, the fuckin’ same names/ Original?/ What the fuck is that?/ It’s all format/ With corporate cashin’ checks/ What happened to the vets?/ Never had a mentor/ To guide me down the path/ So I live by the sword
[Verse 2 - Kamikaze] I hate rappers/ there I said it/ So don’t be actin’ like we cordial, all copacetic/ Telekinesis says you “meeses” are simply pathetic/ I don’t play favorites, anybody that’s spittin’ can get it/ You factory/ Straight off assembly lines/ You’re double-faulted with them corny ass wimbledon rhymes/ Dancin’ like an extra, Michael Jackson’s Remember The Time/ probably why you wack and why ya pockets are slimmer than mine/ Oh, it’s about the lyrics?/ It’s not about the cheese?/ Them why you up on iTunes, tryna sell us cds?/ Peddlin’ ya merchandise, talkin’ bout all ya degrees/ You tryna get rich off of raps, just like all of the G’s/ And all of the playas/ And all of the thugs/ And all them cats that’s talkin’ ‘bout trappin’ and sellin’ them drugs/ Ya sweater’s too tight, ya jeans are uncomfortably snug/ I'm Posdonous with a pistol, you rappers get plugged/ One
[Verse 3 - 7even] I feel like giving up/ My temper sucks/ If you didn’t know that, you didn’t know me that well, listen up/ Sometimes I get kinda tired of re-writin’ lines and/ Gettin’ caught up in this hype and trying to survive in/ A game where a million other n*ggas do what you do and they all claimin’ that they hot shit/ What makes you the top pick?/ Let ‘em know yo name/ Make ‘em respect yo gangsta/ Stay “piece”/ But keep bangers in the chamber/ Fuck the rest/ Always out-do ya best/ And when you write, try to master saying more wit less/ See, rappers want for n*ggas to caress on they finesse/ But see they all got ghost-writers/ I guess they just possessed/ N*ggas turn to gods/ They record sold the best, but if you asked what’s on they mind, they never speak in golden text/ I give a fuck about a viewers’ choice/ ‘Cause all I view is moist/ No need to speak further to prove a point/ Yo main concern is giving yo’self the extra push, Ju/ Mastering your craft/ And push back when they push you/ Gone ‘head, let a hater talk, you need them n*ggas too/ ‘Cause they ain’t gone be shit anyway/ Too busy focused on what you do/ Keep the needle in the groove/ When you need to stick a move to MC’s/ Strike ‘em in the heart, twist ya wrist and pull/ That’s just some shit that you would do if you was me/ Biggest question you should ask is, “would you do this shit for free?”
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GOD
[Hook - Laurie Walker] Something changed when you came into view/ My beautiful, wonderful you/ You don’t know what you for me/ You make me believe in God/ God/ God/ You let me believe you’re/ My angel/ You let me believe in God
[Verse 1] I never thought that I could ever be a part of something so magnificent/ I feel I must’ve known you in another life/ wanna cherish every minute with you/ I mean, your features like lookin’ in the mirror/ So uncanny that I’m asking can it be the real thing, I mean I’m not prepared for this level of emotion/ I’ll admit, I’m scared/ To pick you up, they put you in my arms/ Looking down at you, see you looking up/ Your eyes pierce straight through my soul, and I’m frozen, I’m really shooken up/ Can’t believe you’re mine, can’t believe I’m cryin’/ You are so divine, from the bottom of your feet to your head, with your little curl/ Welcome o the world/ It’s my baby girl
[Hook]
[Verse 2] Awestruck again/ I can see your skin color coming in/ As I proceed to take you to the incubator room, and I’m nervous in my stomach, wonderin’/ I’ve never looked at human life in this position/ This isn’t my typical disposition/ Started to hear a voice in my spirit, decided that I would sit and give it a listen/ Telling me to be not afraid of the road ahead and where it may turn/ As the doctor pulls me aside to notify me that she had a few concerns/ The I see you, NICU, and I see ME in that glass/ And I’m scared to death, but I know somethin’, I ain’t givin’ up that fast/ This is a celebration of ya life/ Your vibration is too high to try to hold it down/ Look up at the sun, lil’ mama, let the ladybug fly/ Couple weeks later, look at you/ Welcome home, Jada, this ya room/ You so magnetic the planet can’t even handle it/ You such a star, you make me believe in God
[Bridge] Believe in God [3x]
[Hook]
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11. |
Heaven's Radio
04:48
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HEAVEN’S RADIO
[Verse 1] Spoke wit my savior today/ He told me take one day at a time, you’ll make a way with ya rhyme/ Things are gone play out the way they s’posed ta/ I take my radio waves from God, open my mouth/ And let Him say what He say/ And Heaven’s Radio plays/ Changing the station turned me to a page that marked/ The start of a chapter in my day to day/ I was lost/ And found within these tracks ways to pray through a verse/ And converse with my creator face to face/ Father/ Thank you for the fam you kept me blessed with/ Speaking through them, making it clear when I’m too clouded to directly catch the message/ Seem like when it’s right in my face/ I can’t dissect it or digest it/ And I guess it just get better with time/ And I’m evolving, so I guess I just get better with rhyme/ So keep me involved in tryin’ to make the best of my time/ I cut my antennas, but I still got ya megawatts cranked up in the Box like Boom
[Hook] C’mon crank it up [Yeah Louder]/ I speak to God through the beat/ I speak to you through the rhyme/ He speaks to you through my voice/ He speaks to me through you
[Verse 2] And as I transmit ya signal/ May every sentence be delivered more clever than it was on the last instrumental/ When writer’s block don’t like to help, you say relax and let the song write itself, son/ Breathe/ And close my eyes if I gotta, open my mind/ I got a lotta words to receive/ For word to disperse for the verses to the beats/ That go up against the beast/ If I keeo the faith, then I’ll survive/ Ughh/ I thought I’ll never make it out alive/ But, God, you used to tell me just prove ‘em wrong and you’ll impress’ em/ And always tell the truth in ya songs and you will bless’ em/ Remember who you are, where you from and never let them/ Take that away from you, cause it’s yours, you are a legend/ Get on the mic and skewer them bars/ And lay it down, slay e’ down with the truth of the Force/ And you can choose your own adventure/ Just tell ‘em that I sent ya
[Hook]
[Verse 3] And I’m asking for forgiveness/ For asking why you chose me to be the father of a kid with a special condition/ There’s a blessing in this lesson, so I pray for clear reception/ So I understand the bigger picture/ ‘Cause life often takes you for a turn/ February 5th, we gave birth to a sky walker/ And we were told she wouldn’t be around long, but she can prove the doctor wrong/ She’s fighter like her father/ And feisty like her mama/ However long she has on this earth, I’m just honored that you even let her be with me/ And without saying anything, she visits Heaven’s Radio frequency frequently/ And she speaks to me/ At first sight, she took the breath out my lungs/ I poke my chest out, because she brings the best out the least of me/ The broadcast that you bring through her is my life saver/ My challenge, my love, my Jada
[Hook]
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NIGHTMARE
[Verse 1] I can hear it happenin’ again/ Frequencies form the outer limits tappin’ in/ To my brain implants/ Telling me it’s time for impact/ Gotta start smashin’ shit/ Immo turn the whole city to a vacant lot/ The mothership’s comin’ and it needs a landing spot/ A building collapsed while I’m still spittin’ raps/ I get chills from the thrill of the kill and then still/ In the back of my mind, I hear my conscious call/ My woman and child, that;s where my conflict starts/ I’m to connected to take them away/ So I’ll keep them protected, but no one else is safe/ I know that it’s selfish and everyone else will be helpless/ When I go into overkill/ And start loosing control of my motor skills/ “Cause soon, Immo be remote controlled by them/ It’s gone be ulgy
[Hook] This is the new danger/ Bizarre behavior fueled by my anger/ And it’s gettin’ more live-er/ Fire/ Devastation let loose from my chamber/ When the cannon bangin’ out bangers, you’ll testify you ain’t seen nothin’ stranger/ And in the end you’ll see standing right there/ Staring at you with a glare/ This is the new danger/ Bizarre behavior fueled by my anger/ And it’s gettin’ more live-er/ Fire/ Devastation let loose from my chamber/ And yes heads are gone fly/ So many people are gone die/ And in end I’ll still be standing right there/ You can’t prepare for this heavenly nightmare
[Verse 2] I can feel this energy within me to fuck up anything in my path/ It’s a sudden thirst for destruction I wish I could hold back, but can’t fight the wrath/ I can’t control my emotion/ My mind done swung off the chain/ I’m unstable/ The rage that I had contained has spilled over/ Painted my landscape with pain/ This only means teh end fast approaches/ There’s no way to brace for the impact, explosion/ Every direction I look turns to fire/ My humanity was so quick to expire/ I’m wired/ And you will be grabbing ya seats when the thrashing of beats meets gnashing of teeth/ And actually/ I ain’t behaved this way since the last time I smashed me a planet to pieces/ It’s over
[Hook]
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13. |
Strange Life Forms
05:26
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STRANGE LIFE FORMS
[Verse 1] Half past dusk/ And we want to feel your soul/ Lights out/ Look out the window to the cosmos/ And there we stand/ Out of sight then back in focus/ So take my hand/ Either way, you can’t control it
[Hook] It can’t stop/ “They” don’t stop/ Here “they”come/ Strange lifeforms
[Verse 2] Back and forth/ In the name of all that rocks/ This might hurt/ ‘Cause what we give is sure to shock/ Waking from the fall/ With feelings that you must have just been there/ Writings on the wall/ To let you know that we have always been here
[Hook]
[Verse 3] Black smoke/ Dark chasms/ No one says anything, waiting to embark on an answer/ A thousand miles ahead, blinding lights form/ With audio transmission from higher lifeforms/ So we go to where the wild things are/ Where the freaks make beats and do everything loud/ And all things fresh is a must/ And anything considered sub par is not allowed/ Analog is the sound/ And they feet never touch the ground, cause they always in the clouds/ And you can tell by the scowls/ That they believe that everything that comes up out they mouth is so profound/ Fuckin’ ‘round might up the crime rate, cause by law they operate on a “Grind Date” mind state/ Leave you feelin’ outta time, outta place/ Whenever someone has to leave, they mind got erased/ So I stayed/ Put the planet on hush and it’s jammin’ so plush, that they brand it Cold Crush/ And ever since, I been a live wire, strikin’ rhyme fire, can’t stop/ And they call it Planet Rock
[Hook]
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Where It's At
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WHERE IT’S AT
[Verse 1] New Jack City, not a new jack rapper/ Been snappin’ in high speed, high definition/ It’s the Spike Lee 35mm film grit/ Full clip/ Tarantino violent visions since it’s that roughneck rappin’/ From the roughest West Jafrican/ 8 heads heavy in my duffle bag carryin’/ Rap beat bumin’, got yo back seat jumpin’/ Like a n*gga in the trunk with his ass beat/ Strugglin’ to get out/ While you struggle to figure this shit out/ We some tiger sharks swimmin’ and we fishin’ bitches out/ Never go unspoken when provoked, so if you prone to start it up we gotta finish this shit out/ Lord help ‘em/ Ya all welcome/ To come visit me in my city, but not welcome to get out/ We spill ya pasta, when we see impostor point ‘em out/ From the south/ Bringin’ the heat up out the holster, ‘cross yo mouth
[Hook] Them Southside n*ggas runnin’ game to ya spouse/ While them Northside n*ggas put then knuckles to yo mouth/ It was them Westside n*ggas snatched yo ass up out yo house/ The M. I. Crooked ‘bout the crunkest out the south/ So where you at/ I told you we’ll be back/ Still triller than yo average and body baggin’ tracks/ You tried to run up on ‘em, I told you we bustin’ back/ So who dat/ Click clack/ It’s them boys from the Jack/ Where it’s at
[Verse 2] Many more where this hurt come from/ I’m just the first one, the worst one/ The whole herd come, ya whole earth done/ I been throwed/ Flip that fire-brimstone scariness/ Space Gangsta spit them live rounds out the chariot/ Hit you hard enough to leave you with nothing to bury, it’s/ Ultraterrestrial evidence, I’m in my element/ Never ever push that button or pull that lever/ Unless you can’t help yourself, cause you off of yo effin’ medicine/ Rep that Sip Hop/ For my Jacktown n*ggas pourin’ black Crown liquor, comin’ to clap you down quicker/ Wit that Crooked Letta slum shit/ Might spark a wire fire starter Firewater Boy/ Flyer harder crunkness/ Vintage Noize n*ggas takin’ everything/ Drop that/ Welcome to the Jack, son/ Where you think we got that/ Fuck the rap scene, I like the smell of gasoline/ And play with matches for the hell of it/ I’m done/ Burn the evidence
[Hook]
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NIGHTMARE
[Verse 1] I can hear it happenin’ again/ Frequencies form the outer limits tappin’ in/ To my brain implants/ Telling me it’s time for impact/ Gotta start smashin’ shit/ Immo turn the whole city to a vacant lot/ The mothership’s comin’ and it needs a landing spot/ A building collapsed while I’m still spittin’ raps/ I get chills from the thrill of the kill and then still/ In the back of my mind, I hear my conscious call/ My woman and child, that;s where my conflict starts/ I’m too connected to take them away/ So I’ll keep them protected, but no one else is safe/ I know that it’s selfish and everyone else will be helpless/ When I go into overkill/ And start loosing control of my motor skills/ “Cause soon, Immo be remote controlled by them/ It’s gone be ulgy
[Hook] This is the new danger/ Bizarre behavior fueled by my anger/ And it’s gettin’ more live-er/ Fire/ Devastation let loose from my chamber/ When the cannon bangin’ out bangers, you’ll testify you ain’t seen nothin’ stranger/ And in the end you’ll see standing right there/ Staring at you with a glare/ This is the new danger/ Bizarre behavior fueled by my anger/ And it’s gettin’ more live-er/ Fire/ Devastation let loose from my chamber/ And yes heads are gone fly/ So many people are gone die/ And in end I’ll still be standing right there/ You can’t prepare for this heavenly nightmare
[Verse 2] I can feel this energy within me to fuck up anything in my path/ It’s a sudden thirst for destruction I wish I could hold back, but can’t fight the wrath/ I can’t control my emotion/ My mind done swung off the chain/ I’m unstable/ The rage that I had contained has spilled over/ Painted my landscape with pain/ This only means the end fast approaches/ There’s no way to brace for the impact, explosion/ Every direction I look turns to fire/ My humanity was so quick to expire/ I’m wired/ And you will be grabbing ya seats when the thrashing of beats meets gnashing of teeth/ And actually/ I ain’t behaved this way since the last time I smashed me a planet to pieces/ It’s over
[Hook]
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GOD
[Hook - Laurie Walker] Something changed when you came into view/ My beautiful, wonderful you/ You don’t know what you for me/ You make me believe in God/ God/ God/ You let me believe you’re/ My angel/ You let me believe in God
[Verse 1] I never thought that I could ever be a part of something so magnificent/ I feel I must’ve known you in another life/ wanna cherish every minute with you/ I mean, your features like lookin’ in the mirror/ So uncanny that I’m asking can it be the real thing, I mean I’m not prepared for this level of emotion/ I’ll admit, I’m scared/ To pick you up, they put you in my arms/ Looking down at you, see you looking up/ Your eyes pierce straight through my soul, and I’m frozen, I’m really shooken up/ Can’t believe you’re mine, can’t believe I’m cryin’/ You are so divine, from the bottom of your feet to your head, with your little curl/ Welcome o the world/ It’s my baby girl
[Hook]
[Verse 2] Awestruck again/ I can see your skin color coming in/ As I proceed to take you to the incubator room, and I’m nervous in my stomach, wonderin’/ I’ve never looked at human life in this position/ This isn’t my typical disposition/ Started to hear a voice in my spirit, decided that I would sit and give it a listen/ Telling me to be not afraid of the road ahead and where it may turn/ As the doctor pulls me aside to notify me that she had a few concerns/ The I see you, NICU, and I see ME in that glass/ And I’m scared to death, but I know somethin’, I ain’t givin’ up that fast/ This is a celebration of ya life/ Your vibration is too high to try to hold it down/ Look up at the sun, lil’ mama, let the ladybug fly/ Couple weeks later, look at you/ Welcome home, Jada, this ya room/ You so magnetic the planet can’t even handle it/ You such a star, you make me believe in God
[Bridge] Believe in God [3x]
[Hook]
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