Foresight hunters. Is the basis of predictions mysticism or experience and knowledge?

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Many people are still under the impression of the accuracy with which the recently deceased Vladimir Zhirinovsky predicted the special operation in Ukraine.

"At 4 4 am 22 February     — it will be a non-peaceful year, — he predicted in in December from the rostrum of the State Duma. On on                               madmen»

Someone considers Zhirinovsky a prophet. However, experts in such cases prefer to talk more about “professional intuition”. It is thanks to her, as it is believed, that the American financierGeorge Soroson the eve of August 1998 & nbsp; predicted a default in                   predicted that in                             ;— explains writer, practicing philosopher Anna Kiryanova. — Visioner — this is not a hallucinating patient, not a shaggy madman with wildly rolling eyes, who is overcome by visions. In his forecasts, he relies not on the mystical gift of clairvoyance, but on experience and knowledge. Visionaries are able to read subtle, and sometimes completely indistinguishable impulses from environment — „currents“ time, space and maybe even collective thinking of society — and process that information very quickly. These include  the founder of Apple Steve Jobs, who, back in the 1980s, foresaw the advent of smartphones and tablets, which he called “little friends inside the box”, the computer mouse, the ubiquity of the Internet, cloud services and online commerce.

And  However, more often, revelations about the future come to people in some other, almost mystical way. They can even meet in cartoons. So, in 2000 in the 17th episode of the 11th season of the series "The Simpsons" its creators predicted the presidency of Donald Trump, and in 1999 in in the Cowboy Bebop” episodes appeared with "ancient" the space shuttle Columbia, which crashes when the heat-resistant tiles on its hull begin to peel off. In 2003  for approximately the same reason, the real ship “Columbia” exploded…

Writers' foresights have also become the talk of the town. For example, in 1968 g. British fiction John Brunnerin  the novel "All stand on Zanzibar" predicted the presidency of Barack Obama (2009-2017). In  the work, which takes place in  2010 g., appears a black president named Obomi (although not  American, but African). He really wants to bring his country closer to the West. According to the story, LGBT becomes the mainstream in the United States, and terrorism — main problem.

See the invisible

A strong impression on  contemporaries was also made by the story of the novel “Futility, or the Crash of the Titanic”, published in England 14 years before the death of the Titanic”. The events that occurred before and during the crash of the liner are described in the book to trifles. Author — retired captain, Americanwriter Morgan Robertson — talks about the “Titan” ship, which was considered unsinkable, but sank in the Atlantic Ocean after a collision with an iceberg. According to Robertson, the idea of ​​the novel came to him during a severe illness: a giant ship suddenly appeared to him in his thoughts as if in reality, while he  saw and the very death of the ship, which was accompanied by desperate cries of drowning people.

In 1944 g. American clairvoyant Edgar Caycepredicted the fall of the USSR, saying: “The 20th century will not have time to end before the collapse of communism.” The Communists will lose their power there.” And and                                   classic of Russian medicine Sergey Botkin. Even before an unfamiliar patient entered his office, Botkin already often knew his diagnosis.

An unsurpassed visionary was artist and hypnotist Wolf Messing: during during the war, he predicted the date of its end for he received an award from Stalin himself. According to Messing, he  "saw" red tanks driving through the German streets. According to                   foresaw the crash of the plane, on which                           , at that time the commander of the Air Force of the Moscow Military District. Messing advised to cancel the trip. The Generalissimo asked his son to take the train, and he survived. Messing later said that the death of Stalin himself would coincide with the Jewish holiday. On 5 March 1953 when the leader died, Purim fell.

The Inner Eye

“Intuition tells a person a trend” & mdash; where a certain set of events is moving. „Sixth Sense“ knows how to summarize information, sort it and show the most likely opportunity in the current situation, — convinced psychiatrist, director of the Institute of Analytical Psychology Valery Trofimov. — The incomprehensibility of intuition that it contradicts ordinary linear logic».

“There are several mechanisms for foresight, one of which — spontaneous, spontaneous. Often the power of such a predictor is enhanced in the absence of a visual analyzer: it is not for nothing that blind people become seers, like the Bulgarian Vanga, — Anna Kiryanova continues. — They say that higher powers sometimes give a person instead of two sighted eyes „an inner eye“capable of foreseeing the future”. Vanga's predictions became known to the whole world. One of the Ukraine and Crimea, made in 1979 g.: "Crimea will break away from one shore and attach to another". In 1989  she foresaw the famous 2001 terrorist attack in the USA: “Fear, fear! The American brothers will fall, pecked by iron birds. (two skyscrapers in  New York, which collapsed after the attack of planes with  terrorists, were indeed called "twins" or "brothers"). Vanga predicted Kennedy's death 4 months before his assassination, in 1952. predicted Stalin's death no later than a year later, and in 1943 she said that Hitlerwill be defeated in April 1945. And Philip Kirkorov, by the way, promised fame and wife, whose name will begin with the letter "A". He was to marry this woman     — and that's how it all turned out.

"Intuition can also manifest itself in sleep, — says Valery Trofimov. — On the eve of large-scale upheavals — natural disasters & war — many people have disturbing dreams. The Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jungtold that on the eve of World War I he dreamed of a monstrous stream that covered all the lands from England to Russia and carried fragments of some objects and countless corpses. Then this sea became blood. And  after 2 weeks, the vision recurred… It happens that an ordinary person not in dream, but in reality suddenly„on an empty place“ there is a certain neurotic anxiety — and and as a result he delays some undertaking of his own. Such „failures“ familiar to many.

Do you follow your inner voice? Everyone decides this for themselves. However, even experienced visionaries sometimes find it difficult to decipher visions and intuitions, because the subconscious usually speaks to us in the language of symbols. And only after some time these symbols and dreams become clear both to the seers themselves and to those around.

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The disgraced prince. Elizabeth II’s son faces trial for having sex with a minor

​Queen of England Elizabeth II on the eve of the 70th anniversary of her accession to the throne has to do things that are by no means festive. Prince Andrew has created problems for the crowned mother that cannot be resolved without consequences.

“The Duke of York resigns his military titles and royal guardian duties”

“With the consent and approval of the queen, the Duke of York resigns his military titles and royal trustees,” — Buckingham Palace press release said. Also, according to sources, Andrew is deprived of the right to bear the title “His Royal Highness”.

The second son of the British Queen has lost the rank of Colonel of the Grenadier Guards, Commander of the Navy Aviation, Colonel of the Royal Highland Physiliary Regiment.

More than 150 British veterans turned to Elizabeth II with a request to deprive Andrew of military ranks, indicating that the prince could not meet the high standards of military honor and dignity, and therefore could no longer be in the Royal Armed Forces.

Scandal , as a result of which the queen's son is deprived of titles and titles, has been going on for more than a year. And if a person of a more modest origin had been in the place of the prince, it is very likely that he would have spent his days behind bars long ago.

Prince and financier

Back in November 2019, Andrew announced that he would not be acting as a member of the royal family. A statement released by the Prince's press office said: “Circumstances relating to the friendship that previously connected me with Jeffrey Epstein, have become a serious impediment to the work my family does and to the many organizations and charitable societies I support… I have asked Her Majesty's permission to cease my public duties… I unreservedly regret the decision to maintain acquaintance with Epstein.

66-year-old American financier Epstein was found dead in a holding cell on August 10, 2019. He did not want to live after he realized that his reputation was destroyed forever, and only years of imprisonment lay ahead, from which he could no longer get out.

A successful entrepreneur, philanthropist, owner of a fortune that was estimated at billions of dollars, Epstein was friends with movie stars, pop stars, politicians, crowned persons. “Nice Guy” Jeffrey was considered Woody Allen, Bill Clinton, Donald Trump, Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia Mohammed bin Salman, Tony Blair and many more.

Underage Sex Slaves

However, during a lengthy investigation, it was established that Epstein in his mansion staged sexual orgies, the participants of which were girls under 18 years old. Moreover, he had fun in this way not alone, but offered minors to his influential friends.

Among Epstein's many friends, the name of Prince Andrew also appeared. Moreover, investigators who searched the house of a pedophile billionaire found in his records as many as 16 different telephone numbers of the prince, including two in the palaces of the royal family. This indicated that the friendship between Geoffrey and the son of the English queen was very close.

Moreover, the prince was directly pointed out as the person to whom Epstein put youngsters in the bed.

In 2015, the American Virginia Giuffre, nee Roberts, testified under oath that at the age Epstein effectively turned her into a sex slave for 17 years. One of the people she was forced to have sex with, according to the victim, was Prince Andrew.

“Sorry, I was trying to be polite”

The son of Queen Elizabeth exacerbated his already unenviable position after he gave an interview to the BBC, in which he tried to explain his relationship with Epstein.

The Duke of York said that he does not regret friendship with Epstein, so how it provided him with many opportunities to learn new things about business and trade. The prince does not regret that he regularly stayed at the billionaire's house, as it was “convenient”.

“Do I regret that he clearly behaved inappropriately? Yes, — said the prince.

The dumbfounded reporter asked, “Inappropriately? He was a sex offender.

“Yes, I'm sorry, I was trying to be polite when I thought he was a sex offender,” — recovered the Duke of York. As for an intimate relationship with Virginia Giuffre, he continued to deny it in an interview, claiming that he could declare this under oath.

Back in 2009, Giuffre and Prince Andrew's representatives entered into a settlement agreement under which she dropped all charges in exchange for $500,000 in compensation.

Andrew will have to pay. And disappear out of sight

But now Giuffre's new lawsuit is being considered, and all attempts by the prince's lawyers to close it have failed. Senior Judge for the Southern District of New York Lewis A. Kaplan denied the defense motion, setting a hearing on the merits for September 2022.

Giuffre's lawyer told reporters that his client is not interested in money — she needs confirmation. Nevertheless, American experts believe that Prince Andrew can end the case with a settlement agreement, but this time it will be about compensation in the amount of at least $5 million.

However, reputational costs look much more serious. That is why now Andrew is being stripped of all regalia — he will conduct further legal proceedings not as a representative of the English royal family, but as a private person. This will at least somehow reduce the damage caused to the ruling dynasty.

Andrew's prison is not threatened at the moment. In the United States, we are still talking about a civil lawsuit, and in the UK, the London police closed the investigation into these allegations in the fall of 2021, considering that the claims against the prince were not sufficiently substantiated.

According to British experts, the measures taken by Queen Elizabeth II , signify a kind of internal isolation of Andrew. They will try to remove it from sight so that an extra mention does not spoil the already shaken prestige of the crown.

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Bobby Sessions – Gold Rolex Lyrics (feat. Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs)

[Intro: Bobby Sessions]
Bobby Sessions, yeah, hol' up
Yeah
Ayy

[Bobby Sessions]
Real recognize real, nigga, you aren't identified
Diamonds on my neck is proof that my dream crystallized
Talkin' shit, that's ill-advised, probably why my hater's sick
Saw the cake inside my bank increase because I made a wish
Saw the streets, not in the streets, all the streets embraced the kid
Cracker give me funny look 'cause I'm stayin' at the Ritz
Walkin' like a pimp with a cane and a limp
Mesmerize your bitch, she watch my dick swing to the left
Popped my trunk and then I dipped, uh, Donald Trump a bitch
Texas nigga, Pleasant Grove, you better know that I'm legit
Took the shackles off my soul, I never sold it for a cent
Now the wrist is full of gold, I hit the goal and now I'm rich, uh
Made some new ones
Kept this shit one hunnid, now it's paid up with the blue ones
I expose the system, take a look at how they do us
They wanna hate me, tell the world that I'm a nuisance
p*ssy nigga, do some, legend

[Break: Z-Ro]
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]
Yo, started with one eight ball and a fifty cent razor
A nigga still tryna catch up twenty bricks later, uh (Hahaha)
I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol 'fore I leave and my bitch wish me good luck
I stood up on each Ave (Uh-huh), collectin' this free cash
At least I thought it was, free Ab and free Cass (Free the real ones)
I hit once and she ask me to buy her a G-Wag' (What?)
And now she mad 'cause that p*ssy not worth a E-Class
Spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more, nigga
I'm out in St. Croix with in f*ckin' on Playboy bitches (Haha)
They wanna arrest us rappers and make more prisons (Why?)
'Cause seven figure bank accounts put cakes on niggas (Huh)
They wanna take me back, I can't let 'em, though

2021, I'm goin' up or goin' federal
I set the bar, nigga (I set the bar, nigga)
This Palm Angels jacket an extra large, mob shit
Before I start the engine, I check the car, Sopranos

[Break: Z-Ro & Freddie Gibbs]
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Yeah)
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate (Yeah)
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Yeah, bitch, yeah)
[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
At night, I can't sleep (Nah), I toss and turn (For sure)
So I just jump in the 'vert, Dr. Dre, chronic gettin' burned (Skrrt)
I just put my side bitch on some Forgis, don't scrape the curb (Bitch)
Spot a opp', get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn (f*ck nigga, yeah)
Mr. Kane, pistol stay dirty but I got clean work (Yeah)
Once you bleed work, you a worker, you never seen work (Lil' p*ssy ass nigga)
Smokers in the back, start trap, they bought the Beamer
Load the Heron, Leon, Dion, I switch the league up (Shit)
Kane, hoe, you can't 'tain me with a kiss or a gold ring
Send her back to her husband, she just f*ckin' to maintain
I cannot be monogamous, these bitches be playin' games
Bitch, I rap for a hobby, I sell drugs to maintain, yeah (Maintain it, bitch)
And it's been that way (Yeah)
Put your money up and get your package sent that way (Yeah)
Turn 12 for a deal, white went that way (f*ck that nigga)
Left stain in the street when he got hit that day, bitch (Brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)

[Outro: Z-Ro]
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate
We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes

Selena Gomez – Expressing Myself Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
You know that feelin’ (Hey!)
When life tell you it’s time to go (Skrrt!)
I realize my blessing (Hey!)
A side of me that they don’t know (Hey!)
I’m a woman, now did you know?
And I light up the room, yes I go (Hey, hey!)
Rare is my formula (Hey!)
One of a kind, I’m original (Hey!)

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Ho-ho, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya (Hey!)

[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Man, you do not have to understand
I’m movin’ my body my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can
What comes out my chest, it enchants
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh

[Bridge: Selena Gomez]
You know that feelin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Refrain: Anitta]
There’s no need to grieve it (Hey!)
The old me just had to go (Skrrt!)
The new me is present (Hey!)
I did this all on my mine
Turn my vision to physical (Hey!)
Nah, my diamonds are real, and you know (Ooh, ooh!)
Lo que ves es lo que te doy
Pero dime si me quieres hoy

[Chorus: Anitta]
Oh-oh, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya

[Post-Chorus: Anitta]
Man, you will never understand
El bunda es aquí en mi’ hands
And I’m passin’ it on to my friends, woah-oh
And I’m movin’ my body, my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan
That should tell you where I am, woah-oh

[Bridge: Anitta]
You know that feelin’
[Refrain: Selena Gomez]
There’s no need to grieve it (Hey!)
The old me just had to go (Skrrt!)
The new message (Hey!)
I decide how high I go (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
In a time that is digital (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Anything happens in real-time they know (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And, well, I’m just warming up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
‘Til I’m burnin’ bright
You’re done here we go

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Ho-ho, when I think they broke ya
No, no, [?]
Let go, cállate tu boca (Hey!)
So cold, somebody should’ve told ya (Hey!)

[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
Man, you do not have to understand
I’m movin’ my body my hands
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can
What comes out my chest, it enchants
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh

[Bridge: Selena Gomez & Kap G]
You know that feelin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy; haha)
Ayy, Selena (Ayy, ayy, ayy; yeah)
Let me go and [?] (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let me kick my flavor real quick
You dig?, yeah
¿Qué pasa, homes?

[Verse 2: Kap G]
First off, fuck Donald Trump
[?] my man Donald Duck
I’m from Cali part like Monica
Ayy, bro, who hide the zip? (Jumpshot)
I’m from the street, boy, no beach boy
This ain’t Hollister (Nah), I used to rock the Nautica
Now all I rock is designer, boy
Wake up in the mornin’, livin’
Feelin’ like I’m rich and famous
Ladies, did you love my fashion?
I’m from where that bib on cappin’
I just want to get a Ashley
And I’ma have ’em flabbergasted (Skrrt)
Polo T-shirt, Polo khakis (Skrrt), I don’t like my jeans bendin’ (Let’s go!)
If they was that good, they’d pull up with no ceilin’
Don’t got nothin’ good to say? Hold your opinion
Success is not given you gotta go get it (Go get it)
You don’t want these problems
You don’t want these issues ’cause—

[Post-Chorus: Selena Gomez & Kap G]
Man (Yeah), you do not have to understand (Turn up, turn up)
I’m movin’ my body my hands (Haha)
Expressin’ myself that’s the plan, oh-woah-oh (The plan; let’s go!)
And I’m spreadin’ the love while I can (You know that)
What comes out my chest, it enchants (It’s that time)
Fashion to you are I am, woah-oh

Saving big trade deal with India for later: Donald Trump

US President Donald Trump has said he is “saving the big deal” with India for later and he “does not know” if it will be done before the presidential election in November, clearly indicating that a major bilateral trade deal during his visit to Delhi next week might not be on the cards. Trump is scheduled to visit India on February 24 and 25.

Mogli The Iceburg – Tumultu Lyrics

[Intro: nobigdyl.]
Tribe on the move

[Verse 1: Mogli]
2017 and the earth is filled with violence
Turmoil creepin in the mindstate
The media been tryin to start a race war
While the rich still unaffected by the crime rate
Irate citizens are in the street demanding change
But none of us agree on what to change to
Im sittin here just plottin on a move while the fam
Steady prayin that this industry don’t change you
And I ain’t finna compromise nothin
People said I’m switchin sides but yall frontin
Homie you don’t really know my heart
This my work and I’ma do this thing with all my might
Boy thats on my life
You don’t like the things I’m sayin in my music
You don’t have to listen when I’m speakin on it
If I’m promising you one thing that you can expect from me
I guarantee you I’mma always keep it honest
Yeah, Indie tribe you know we’ve been up on it yeah
Chewin up every single opponent, yeah
But who’s my competition but my brothers
Jealousy has gotten into me comparing me to another
When I see their accomplishments and accolades
I get jaded but I keep it hidden from my face
Cause I don’t want the world to see me as I really am
A self-righteous hypocrite thats always throwin shade, yeah
On January first of every year I open up my bible
And I always say I’m gonna talk to God more
By January fifth I hit Leviticus
And then I start to question everything that I believe in God for
By January 10th I put it down
And drown in doubt I’m down and out
Convinced that I have fallen out of grace now
Then I remember when You showed my Your face
The world is hungry for Your love and I’ve been runnin in place
So now I’m askin for Your help to get me back in this race
And I’mma speak my testimony just to give em a taste
Of what Your freedom really like before I hear it’s too late
Cause I got homies droppin dead from all these pills that they take
Ayo this thing an epidemic you can’t fathom the rate
And all rappers on the radio stay movin that weight
And I won’t hesitate to call you out when I know you’re fake
That goes to Future Juicy J and all the rest of you lames, yeah
If I had started making music just so I could get wealthy
I’d have gone to law school so Donald Trump would expel me
Then I’d sue the government in hopes that it would propel me
On my Zach De La Rocha, I won’t do what you tell me
Got a lot of hatred in my heart I need y’all to help me
I need you to pray for me, I need you to check me
Cause when I see my sin as God does it wrecks me
And I need that perspective up in my life to correct me
If racism dead, why are churches segregated?
This the land of the free
But lead the world in incarcerated citizens
With the minimum sentences
Still a remnant of the thing we thought we changed with the 13th amendment
We still growin, still movin
We stay steady, we go through it
We ain’t losin and y’all knew it
Don’t see the world in the same way I used to
The current state is tumultu

[Outro]
(Splash into water)
People say that drowning is actually a really peaceful way to die. It’s not difficult to see why. After the shock and hysteria passes, after fluids finally fill your lungs as you struggle to hold your breath, a certain serenity takes hold after you surrender. But you don’t die immediately, you become numb. And the longer that you’re under, the more you forget what could have been. And you lose perspective on what’s about to happen

Hendersin – The One Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
I’m workin’ hard like I needed the stress
And you know I’m still at it like an email address (Ooh)
TeamHenny, that’s the hive, like a bee with a nest
I’m a standup guy, never needed a test
They S-A-T the less they see
The more I do, that’s real talk, F-A-B (Ohh)
Tryna advance my placement the quest they P
Not here to follow trends, no F-A-D

[Chorus]
You can take all the sun away
Just because
Burn this page of the past away
You can’t take the one
The one that I love

[Verse 2]
I do it for the rich and the poor folks
For the ones who laugh, they always have more jokes (Ooh)
If I could make a hit song with four notes, can I have compassion for the ones that gave Donald Trump his core votes?
We all human at the end of the day
If you don’t have healthcare, they just send you away (Ooh)
Stop pretendin’ to say “Education is key”
I wish it was free, ’cause honestly depends if you patience
I’m speakin’ ’cause the beat was speakin’ to me
Don’t pay me no mind like I’m speakin’ for free (Ooh)
Look for the vision, keep seekin’ the sea
Uncharted waters like you just sick in the sea

[Bridge]
Use my, use my talents for good (Ooh)
And speak for, for the misunderstood (Ooh, yeah)
And do the, do the things that I should
And do the things they said that I never could

[Chorus]
You can take all the sun away
Just because
Burn this page of the past away
You can’t take the one
The one that I love

[Outro]
In broken mirrors, I’ve seen
I’ve seen a face that looks nothing like me
Ooh, you can change the light
You can turn it all to black
But you can’t change the memories

[Chorus]
You can take all the sun away
Just because
Burn this page of the past away
You can’t take the one
The one that I love

Uncle Murda – Rap Up 2018 Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s that time of year again
Don’t Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y’all only rock with me ’cause I’m disrespectful
Y’all know I don’t care ’bout these niggas
Happy New Year

[Verse 1]
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I’m like, “Damn, why they doin’ that to 50 Cent son?” (Aw)
Can’t forget about him gettin’ robbed and kidnapped
Y’all thought he was jokin’, nah, that was all big facts (That really happened)
He even talked on himself about gettin’ jacked
Ebro said he had the worst verse on “Get the Strap” (Ha)
“Suck my dick, suck my dick,” that’s what Tekashi said (Yup)
Free 6ix9ine, tell that lil’ nigga hold his head (TreyWay)
He went to Chicago and ain’t get shot
Just for goin’, fuck what time it was, he still get props
Him and his security was supposed to die there (Woo)
Somebody sent shots at Chief Keef in Time Square (Bang, bang)
Suge got 28 years, you don’t hear about him
Nobody sayin’ “Free Suge,” ’cause nobody care ’bout him (Nope)
Nicki ain’t wanna fight when Cardi tried to pop
But Cardi the one that left Fashion Week with a knot (Damn)
Jill Scott video when viral on some other shit
She need to teach Blac Chyna how to suck a dick (She need help)
Nicki vs Cardi, who side y’all choosin’?
Nicki rap better, but Cardi puttin’ out better music
Whatever Cardi drop hot, the people like the shit
Flex not a fan of Cardi ’cause she don’t write the shit (So what?)
Young Buck got caught up in some gay shit
‘Cause them G Unit niggas thought I wasn’t gon’ say shit (What!?)
Nah, fuck that, he got caught with a tranny
(Take it easy on that nigga, Murda, he still family)
(Alright, alright, alright)
Dwight Howard got caught with a tranny nigga
So much pussy out here, I don’t be understandin’ niggas
Huh, Kanye still a mess
Don’t want no 350s ’round me, Drake said it the best
He think Drake fucked Kim K, that nigga stressed (He did)
He out here with Donald Trump dick on his breath
You be embarrassin’ yourself when you in a public settin’, Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain’t go to your weddin’, Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what’s next, Ye, ass shots?
With that red hat lookin’ like a Donald Trump mascot
Nigga lost his mind, he need to lose his voice
How you on TMZ sayin’ slavery was a choice? (How?)
Don’t put no new music out, we don’t wanna hear that shit
You a coon and you fucked up Teyana Taylor’s shit (Fuck boy)
Bill Cosby locked up with the goons
We know he guilty, but free Bill, he gon’ die soon (Free Bill)
I swear them crackers actin’ like they shit don’t stink
That’s what you get though, Bill, for puttin’ pills in them bitches drinks (Damn)
Meek Mill came home, got picked up in a helicopter
Went to the game, was in the locker room with the whole roster (Whoa!)
Know that judge hated that, she don’t wanna see him prosper
He had some good lawyers on it like Ghost had Proctor (Yeah)
Talk about Power, RIP Kanan
Tommy shot Angela, crazy ass Caucasian (Tommy!)
Now you know him and Ghost gon’ have a few issues
When Tariq finally get killed, nobody gon’ miss you (We not)
My “Get The Strap” video came on after Kanan died
I was hype to be on Starz, I ain’t even gon’ lie
50 put me in a movie with Bruce Willis
Don’t laugh at me, y’all, they killed me in like 2 minutes (Ha-ha)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 2]
Birdman got tired of gettin’ called the fuck out
Finally payed Wayne and he let the Carter V come out (Thank you!)
Juelz at the airport, forgot that he had a gun (How?)
Drake ain’t want nobody to know that he had a son
Drake vs Pusha T, that was a good one
If Drake would’ve responded, I think he could’ve won
Lettin’ us know Drake had a kid was a genius move (It was)
Minus that, the second diss track was just cool (A’ight)
Drake ain’t respond so Push got the W
Drake told LeBron somebody gonna end up snuffin’ you (Ha-ha)
Rondo snuffed Chris Paul and spit on him
Carmelo got the whole NBA tryna shit on him (Damn)
Nobody don’t wanna sign him, it don’t make no sense
Actin’ like he ain’t even good enough to come off the bench (He ain’t that bad)
Draymond Green called Kevin Durant a bitch
The NFL hated how Nike got behind Kaepernick
JR got the rebound and ran the wrong way (What you doin’?)
LeBron said, “Fuck this, I’m takin’ my talents to LA”
Cleveland ain’t shit without him, tell me I’m lyin’
Black people don’t give a fuck about George Bush dyin’ (We don’t)
RIP Stan Lee, wish it was Donald Trump
Lil Uzi made Rich the Kid look like a punk
No “Plug Walk,” he did the plug right, he was out
And he got robbed and beat up at his bitch house (Damn)
I think Tori Brixx locked you up for your new freezer
Quevo said he fucked Nicki, she ain’t deny it neither (She didn’t)
Nicki vs Travis Scott, she don’t like that nigga
He only out sold her ’cause he fuckin’ Kylie Jenner (Word)
Kim was on ecstasy when Ray J recorded, that’s what she just said
For Ray, is the show gettin’ boring?
Saw Chloe baby father cheatin’ on TMZ
Nipsey Hussle slapped some nigga outside BET
Free Ralo and AR-Ab they in the feds
Bring XXXTentacion back, bring Trippie Redd (RIP X)
Bring Mac Miller back, take Lil Xan
Fuck him anyway, shorty ain’t no 2Pac fan
Nas dropped and Jay dropped with Bey on the same day
Like Ether got Jay still feelin’ some kind of way
Jay was in that water, like, “I’ma protect me”
With the helmet on, lookin’ funny ridin’ that jet-ski (That was funny)
And he checked Offset for callin’ Bey a bitch
Cardi left Offset because of the cheatin’ shit
Give him another chance, he on the Gram explainin’ it
He ain’t fuck shorty, he was just entertainin’ it (I believe it)
Wendy Williams, talk about how yo’ husband cheatin’
Havin’ a oops baby with another girl, now you leavin’ (How you doin’?)
He tired of yo’ ass havin’ no ass, he played you
He was just usin’ you for yo’ cash (Good for you)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 3]
That Lil Duval record had me upset like it had bum bitches actin’ like they livin’ they best life (Stop frontin’)
Don’t smile, bitch, you better cut it out (Stop it)
You still live in the projects at yo’ mother house (Ha-ha)
Kodak was on Ebro show and he walked out
How you gon’ try to talk about some shit he can’t talk ’bout
Pull ’em to the side and kick it if you tryna help
Don’t do it in no interview where he can indict himself
Safaree got robbed, went on air and he started cryin’
I don’t know if he was tellin’ the truth or if he was lyin’ (I hope it happened)
The corny nigga was fuckin’ Nicki
I don’t like him, I’m mad they ain’t hit Safaree with a bottle at Dyckman
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’
Laughin’ at my own jokes, I really think I’m funny
Feds still ain’t find that nigga El Chapo money
(RIP Kim Porter, we all know you in heaven)
Puff gon’ make sure them kids good, don’t be up there stressin’
(RIP Aretha Franklin, we lost a legend)
You was more than talented, you truly was a blessin’
Kings killin’ kings to become hood famous
We want the real niggas back, RIP Young [?] (We want the real niggas)
RIP lil’ Junior from the Bronx, got stabbed up
[?] is like, “All this gangster shit not addin’ up” (It’s not)
Meanwhile, Amber Rose still proud to be a slut (Yup)
K Mitchell got them implants tooken out her butt
This year, I’m not gon’ talk about that [?] (I’m not)
Chris Brown ain’t dead, how Jacquees the fuckin’ king? (How?)
Bobby Brown kicked Janet out his hotel room
He was on crack when he did that, is what I assume (Crackhead)
Supposedly she was in the hallway naked
If it’s true, blame it on whatever drugs he was takin’ (Ha-ha)
“Say no to drugs,” is what I tell kids I meet
You don’t wanna be like Juelz Santana with no teeth (Damn)
Dipset reunited, they sound good together
I don’t think Stevie J and Faith look good together (They don’t)
I’m like, “Psh, what would Biggie say?”
Nothin’, probably just smack the shit out of Stevie J (Yup)
Will Smith son basically said he was gay
He announced that he had a boyfriend the other day (Tyler, The Creator)
NBA YoungBoy admitted he had herpes
His lil’ bitch got it too, they both dirty (Nasty)
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’ (I’m not)
Meek and Drake beef dead, them niggas cool again (Good)
Some lil’ white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin’ committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin’ up my people? (Why?)
People gotta vote, that is not to be slept on
I respect [?] gettin’ his Malcolm X on
White cop lady shot a black man in his crib
She though it was her house
No bitch, that’s where he live (Stupid)
Black Panther had us all proud to be black
No superhero movie ever did numbers like that (Nope)
Katt Williams don’t think Tiffany Haddish funny (Me neither)
Lee Daniels finally paid Damon Dash his money
Funk Flex said Dame Dash pussy, he foul (Ha-ha)
And he take Travis Scott’s, no, A$AP Rocky style
My niggas like, “Keep goin’,” they want more (Okay)
Travis Scott a coon like his brother in law (He is)
Performin’ for the Super Bowl knowin’ the situation
Now when his music come on, I change the station (Turn it off)
That’s why Tyga on the radio lit again
Your bitch probably wanna suck that nigga dick again (Kylie)
And I saw that interview you did about Mike Brown
Sayin’ he deserved that, it’s clear now, you a clown (That’s how you feel?)
You and Kanye downlow faggots
Jay gave [?] $7 million from taxes (I need help too)
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a while hour rappin’ (I’m not)
It’s too long, it should’ve been shorter
My nigga Trey Songz fuckin’ Steve Harvey daughter (Ha-ha)
I’m off this, enough was said here
I’ll back throwin’ niggas under the bus next year (Whoa!)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

Papoose – The Golden Child Lyrics

[Intro: Papoose]
Yeah, yeah, uh
This for my baby (baby baby)
Golden Child (Golden Child)
Ha-ha (ha-ha)

[Verse 1: Papoose]
It was love at first sight, when I met your mom I was open, wow!
She the queen, I’m supposed to bow, pretty face with a potent smile
We planned to have you back then but tragedy slowed us down
‘Cause she went away for a while when your dad had to hold it down
I questioned God, like “Why is this happenin’?” You know it’s ’bout
Everything that happen, happen for a reason, I know it now
We argue what we gon’ name you, I feel that’s over now
It don’t matter to me ’cause to me, your name is the Golden Child!
The love we share, they ain’t build it, that’s why they can’t destroy it
Truthfully, I understand the ploy, this is something they can’t avoid
I sing to yo’ mama stomach, she say I am annoying
“Won’t you shut up and just go to sleep, I don’t want to hear it, boy!”
She always say I’m annoyin’, but she just paranoid
She afraid I’mma spoil you, you loud and she hate to hear the noise
The world is yours and I promise don’t gotta share your toys
I won’t let you cry unless the tears you cryin’ are tears of joy!

[Hook: Papoose & *Angelica Villa*]
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!
*I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!*

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
They say first comes love and then comes marriage
Never mentioned the devastation I had in the miscarriage
I was torn up, broken down, felt less than a woman
But all that pain was erased when the doctor said you was comin’!
Me and daddy were so happy, this is all we ever wanted
So protective of your presence, I was scared to show my stomach
The rumors [?] said pregnancy’s supposed to change you
My belly, your dad would rub it, he was hatin’ on my angles
‘Cause the pictures had it down pat, from the front it looked all flat
From the side you was pokin’ but never could I be called that
Still fit all my clothes and you had me glowin’
I was overjoyed, ain’t care what I was havin’, ’cause girl or boy
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
Instantly knew me you and daddy would never part, please!
All my ladies, listen up
Never think of givin’ up
Doc said that we couldn’t, but look what God has given us!

[Hook: Papoose & *Angelica Villa*]
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!
*I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!*

[Verse 3: Papoose]
Take you to school every day, before you eat, say your grace
You can achieve anything; marathon, not a race
Tell the truth, never lie, the limit is in the sky
When you talk to a person, make sure you look in they eye
I’m sorry the world we live in is not a place much better
Sorry that you was born into the Donald Trump era
Thankful that I’m a King, thankful your mom is a Queen
You was born under marriage, black love is supreme
Always respect your elders, say “thank you” and “please”
Your grandmother gon’ make you some macaroni and cheese
I tatted you on my arm, some people say it ain’t smart
I put you on my left arm ’cause that’s mo’ close to your heart
I’m excited to meet you, my eyes excited to see you
Your mom got milk in her breasts, she excited to feed you
I would never mislead you, misguide or deceive you
My fists are here to protect you, my mind excited to teach you!

[Hook: Papoose & *Angelica Villa*]
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!
*I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I cannot wait to strap you down in that car seat
I heard your heartbeat
I heard your heartbeat
I can’t wait to make your bottle; I’m you, you are me!*

A$AP Rocky – Brotha Man Lyrics

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
(Yeah yeah)
Brotha man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
Brotha, understand (no)
Gotta make the place
Take the truth (take the)
Get through
Right
Just keep the truth
Fight the blues, fight the blues
Brotha man, young man
Let me tell you somethin’
Young man, brotha man-brotha man
You gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
That’s what the poem told me
It was greater poet that you know
I’d rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I’d rather talk about naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
[?]

[Chorus: French Montana]
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Posted by the P
My old bitch yellin’ come back
Come back, come back, babe
Come back
Come back, come back
Come back. come back, babe

[Verse: A$AP Rocky, Snoop Dogg & Frank Ocean]
Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed
Speed it like Grease Lightnin’, leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes
Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes
15 sellin’ china white
Cops stoppin’ if you opposite o’ white
Pop pop like you opposite o’ right
Take heat lil nigga
Lowkey take lead on a nigga
Smooth durag ’round the boulevard
Back in the days on the train
Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave
Beautiful, the water’s flat like asses pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2
Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin’ on these niggas, like P like U
Drip Raheem and Q
Got Hi-C, like juice
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed, like me, like you
That’s why I got a beam with a green light too
I don’t even make a scene, I just swing right through
I’m just bangin’ on my Qs and my Ps, like soup
Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Brotha man, young man
Let me tell you somethin’
Young man, brotha-brotha
Gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
Brotha, understand
Gotta make the place
Take the truth (take the)
Get through
Right [?]

[Chorus: French Montana & Frank Ocean]
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Posted by the P
My old bitch yellin’ come back
Come back, come back, babe
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back), babe

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
You’re a cornstar
All you fuck is corn broads
Frenchie faux pas
‘Cause you ain’t had no pa
The dealer got catches like an outfielder
(Are you?-are you?-are you?)
Getting that God’s view from towers
Lookin’ downward like I’m Donald Trump

Lil Uzi Vert – That’s On You lyrics

[SNIPPET LYRICS]

[Hook]
In a room with a hunnid million dollars
Ain’t got no money, that’s a broke nigga problem
That’s on you bitch (ay)
I said that’s on you bitch (ay)
On the real, no I don’t need a stylist
Bet you do, do you see this girl, you wildin’
That’s on you bitch (ay)
That’s on you
I said that’s on you bitch (ay, ay)

[Verse]
Bitches come and go but my money stay (stay)
My money stay (yeah)
Can’t see in front of me, all this money in the way
Spent like fifty in a day
Spent like twenty-five in half of a day
[?] belt that’s all on my waist
[?], “Uzi you is so clean”
[?] I can’t feel my face
Imma clap a nigga just like I know ya
So far [?] ain’t got no holster
Jump in the rain, that bitch got a chauffeur
Lean in the soda, was in the cup holder
I just bought my new side bitch a [?]
Look at these diamonds, that bitch is like water
I ain’t ever been, but I got hoes
That’s that [?]
Call up Donald Trump and tell him my bitch, yeah
She comin’ just straight from the border
Come to this ball
He said around fifty, I swear to God that Imma hol’ up
Your money is getting smaller (ay)
My money is getting taller (woo)
My jury is getting clearer (ay)
Your jury is getting darker (ay, ay)
That’s on you

[Hook]
In a room with a hunnid million dollars
Ain’t got no money, that’s a broke nigga problem
That’s on you bitch (ay)
I said that’s on you bitch (ay)
On the real, no I don’t need a stylist
Bet you do, do you see this girl, you wildin’
That’s on you bitch (ay)
That’s on you
I said that’s on you bitch (ay, ay)

[Outro]
That’s on you
That’s on you

Dead Sara – Unamerican lyrics

[Intro]
Woah!
Oh, oh yeah!
Wow!
[?]

[Verse 1]
I want to look like what they look like on the television
First thing when I wake up
No makeup
Kiss me ’til my face is numb
I’m scum of the earth, but I still spit on the dirt

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Lord, save me now
What a fool I’ve become
So help me God, I must hate everyone
Well, fuck this playing around
Don’t give a fuck if it allowed
Well, fuck you Donald Trump
Fuck this, fuck everyone

[Chorus]
And you could have my innocence
That I lost when I was six
I’m not your model citizen
No, I’m not your daughter
And I’m not your bitch
I guess I’m unamerican

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I guess I’m unamerican

[Verse 2]
I’m a good Samaritan
Yeah, a psychopath
I had to sweat off chemicals in a bubble bath
The all-American girl, lesbo-gay maniac
“Practice what you preach” is a promise you can’t keep
Woah!

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Lord, save me now
What a fool I’ve become
So help me God, I must hate everyone
Well, fuck this playing around
Don’t give a fuck if it allowed
Well, fuck you! Ha!
Fuck this, fuck everyone

[Chorus]
And you could have my innocence
That I lost when I was six
I’m not your model citizen
No, I’m not your daughter
And I’m not your bitch
I guess I’m unamerican

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I guess I’m unamerican

[Bridge]
Do you solemnly swear
That you’ll tell the truth
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth
So help you God?
Oh shit!

[Chorus]
You could have my innocence
That I lost when I was six
I’m not your model citizen
No, I’m not your daughter
And I’m not your bitch
I guess I’m unamerican

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I guess I’m unamerican

[Outro]
I wanna be an alien
I wanna be an alien
I wanna be an alien
I wanna be an alien

Mr. Kelly – Payroll (feat. BADJUJU) lyrics

I’m a real, deal thrill seeker
I know the drill
Girl my will’s weaker
But how come every time I make the decision
To visit you on the West End
You always gotta bring your best friend
That’s my bad
You just caught me at a bad time
Saying that I treat you as if you were just a pastime
And last time, I said that would be the las time
But I still had to “four” it like a backnine
Woah

But if you come get on my payroll
Maybe we can role play, eh
I can’t let another day go by, nah
Where I don’t make cake
I checked the shadow on my sundial, a while
Would you believe that it was half-day, eh
But every single time the sun’s down
Why do I always feel like I’m just half-wake, wait

Mr. Kelly says I’m at an altitude where attitude and gratitude
Go hand in hand,
Like longitude and latitude
I’m asking who else do you know
Has such an aptitude for these platitudes
Cause I cant take it anymore

Eanie, meanie, miney, moe
Pulling b****** by the fours
If she hollas, let ‘em go
She’ll be schemin’ on the low

Shhh, did y’all hear that
That’s the world’s smallest harmonica
Playing just for you and all of your friends
No Rachel, Phoebe, or Monica
Andromeda
Phenomena
To monitor
The moniker
Is treat all of you n***** like Donald Trump
On my follow-up
Why? Cause nowadays n***** androgynous
At alcoholic’s anonymous
Saying bottoms up
But don’t bother us
Which is ironic cause
I’m poppin’ bottles off the same emotions I kept bottled up
Now it’s time to f*** up the top like a phlebotomist
A product of all of the n***** we tryin’ to make proud of us

Chorus:
But if you come get on my payroll
Maybe we can role play, eh
I can’t let another day go by, nah
Where I don’t make cake
I checked the shadow on my sundial, a while
Would you believe that it was half-day, eh
But every single time the sun’s down
Why do I always feel like I’m just half-wake, wait, wait

Can we, can we
Can we, can we

Maybe we can role-play

Kendrick Lamar – XXX. (feat. U2) lyrics

[Intro: Bēkon & Kid Capri]
America, God bless you if it’s good to you
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Throw a steak off the ark
To a pool full of sharks, he’ll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he’ll show you somethin’, whoa
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
X-rated
Johnny don’t wanna go to school no mo’, no mo’
Johnny said books ain’t cool no mo’ (no mo’)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin’
God bless America, you know we all love him

[Verse 2]
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin’, he was mobbin’, way belligerent and drunk
Talkin’ out his head, philosophin’ on what the Lord had done
He said: “K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It been a fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.”
He was lookin’ for some closure
Hopin’ I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him
“I can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin’ killed.”
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I’ll wait in front a nigga’s spot and watch him hit his block
I’ll catch a nigga leavin’ service if that’s all I got
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
Ain’t no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I can’t even keep the peace, don’t you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my momma
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I’m ’bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Break: Kendrick Lamar]
Alright, kids, we’re gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag is wrapped in drag with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us!
It’s murder on my street, your street, back streets
Wall Street, corporate offices
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump’s in office
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you Crippin’ or you married to blood?
I’ll ask again — oops, accident
It’s nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America’s reflections of me, that’s what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar—

Caleborate – Bankrobber

[Intro]
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Me and Drew Banga, Came back from the hiatus
I’m not high so, Imma try to just actually really feel it

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

[Verse 1]
I’ve been out hear lowriding, lowriding
Hanging out with nobody, nobody
Cause i got my own problems, own problems
I’m young and black with no college, no college
But fuck em cause the streets is where i graduate
Momma gon congratulate
Tell me that she love me but i gotta make it out this place
Niggas die here everyday
Or they get stuck working jobs
Caleb get your own job then get your own state like tom
Get Del Niro like Rob and get a black girl too
And make sure you don’t forget what your daddy used to do
Never be like them niggas and they’ll wanna be you
And don’t fuck with hoes that don’t do shit but look cute

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

[Bridge]
(You can keep it rolling)
Said my daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a
(This gonna be a bit controversial but i’m gonna say it)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, first off, fuck Donald Trump, I don’t care he’s not my president
Nigga i ain’t scared of shit
You can’t even tell him shit
What’s the point in hiding just be honest for the hell of it
I know my truth gonna set me free, So tell it
Look
Yeah i watch porno
I grown as fuck but still ain’t got no dough
I’m living with my aunty, I ain’t got no hoes
I beat my dick sometimes when she don’t answer my calls
I’m self conscious bout my size and how i look with clothes on
But i’m still cold as frozone
When i spit this oxycodone
Cause i admit that i ain’t shit and everybody follows
To make it big in this world you can’t be in your sorrows
Fuck what happened yesterday, you could blow up tomorrow
If you keep your eyes on the prize that night
Said my daddy back at high school when i would write
Now i’m recognized and God damn that nigga was right
That nigga was right

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a

Trippie Redd – Hellboy

[Intro]
I wuv Trippie Redd
Aye, it was always a, a fucking goal to, uh
Give all these niggas hell, know what I’m sayin’
A Love Letter to You 2
Ooh, fuck your boo
Baby wish me well

[Chorus]
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It’s all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give ’em hell (hell), and you know that I live in hell (hell)
A livin’ hell (hell), I’m Hellboy, I live in hell

[Verse]
I let the money dance, the diamond blings all by itself
Without any help, so that means it shine on it’s own
Without any gold, I’ve been a king without any throne
It’s time to take your ass to school, ain’t no place, like, home
I’m 1400 with the screw up kids, don’t screw up kid
Or that choppa wet your crew up kid, I’m two up kid
We animals, better zoo up kid
I’m from Canton but the whole country where I blew up big
Who knew us kid, I think I came from under a rock
Was out on the block, my cousin had that shit in his sock
He movin’ the work, your bitch all over my cock
I put dick in her mouth, like the whole mother of bombs
And I ain’t talkin’ Donald Trump, but I’ll take Donald out the trunk
And let Donald’s ass bust if you keep talkin’ down on gang
I just pulled up in a Lamb, cuzzo pulled up in a Range
And we reloadin’ them sticks lil’ nigga, we release them things, ayy

[Bridge]
Hold up, give ’em hell, give ’em hell
I been on the road wish me well, wish me well, yeah
Give ’em hell, give ’em hell
I been on the road wish me well, wish me well

[Chorus]
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It’s all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give ’em hell (hell), and you know that I live in hell (hell)
A livin’ hell (hell), I’m Hellboy, I live in hell
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It’s all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give ’em hell (hell), and you know that I live in hell (hell)
A livin’ hell (hell), I’m Hellboy, I live in hell

[Outro]
Baby, wish me well
Baby, wish me well
Baby, wish me well
Ooh, I was like sayonara to you
Ooh, I was like wish me well, lil’ boo
Ooh, I dropped a love letter to you
Yeah, and gave you another one, lil’ boo
Yeah, sayonara to you
Ooh, sayin’ wish me well, lil’ boo
Yeah, screamin’ wish me well, lil’ boo
Bitch

Dreezy – Spar (feat. 6Lack & Kodak Black)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye mayne, I like the depth of this song, ya know what I’m sayin’
Not the death of the song but the D-E-P-T-H of the song
Ya feel me, the complexity and shit
I like the topic
Kodak Black man

[Chorus: 6LACK]
Look my word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They not rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C., I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

[Verse 1: 6LACK]
This really just a free verse, I put my life in reverse
I dug up out my old pain and put it on a t-shirt
So many sides to this shit, not here for the popular shit
Your own people will laugh when you on positive shit
Before I die, I’ma teach, I light a blunt and I preach
Ain’t no facade you can see, that I can only be me
I got a daughter to raise, one day she gon’ be a queen
I’m tryna get shit together, so she can have anything

[Chorus: 6LACK]
My word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They ain’t rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C., I’m tryna spar with Trump
I ain’t a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

[Verse 2: Dreezy]
I take this life how it come
Got heart but still won’t show love
If I tell people where I’m from, they might think I gotta gun
Got J’s that’s still in the box
No tax or bands on my ones
I took my feelings out this shit and put my trust in my funds
Tat my dead homie on my sleeve
Don’t need glasses, see what I see
Told me at ten, what I wasn’t gon’ be
Nigga ain’t make the league, so we turn to the streets
Cops wanna blast ‘fore they see ya I.D
Might do the race ‘fore a nigga catch me
Damn if it be another R.I.P
It’s a black/white world but I only see green
Killers gettin’ off innocent, when the clip showin’ that he did the shit
Try to talk and they ain’t listenin’ but they’ll point it out if you get ignorant
Fuck with you if you a benefit
That’s why I pay off cash at the dealership
But I got money stashed for the bail and shit
But I’ma write it off, good penmanship
Can’t say we representing when half the office White Supremacist
This can’t be, "Land of the free"
If kneeling might cost your position
I’m supposed to respect the system
They call our brothers, "Sons of bitches"
And when my Unc’ came home from prison
For the same shit y’all tried to turn into a business
Take our culture, our blueprint
Pay the knockoff to come model us
Hurricanes come and swallow us
Opp niggas tryna put the dot on us
We pourin’ Henny, cause we all bottled up
Granny said, "Scratch ya lottos up"
But the bible says it goes full circle
I’ma tryna find me a good purpose

[Chorus: Dreezy]
My word is bond as fuck
My life is hard enough
They not rewarding us
They disregarding us
And if I go to D.C., I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, you can’t ignore the stuff

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ain’t old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum
But I can go die in the army or go to war for them
Ain’t old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt
But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb
Totin’ magazines that got me in the articles
When I’m in Washington D.C., I’m doing fraud n’ stuff
Ain’t worried bout Donald Trump
Ain’t worried bout seeing no monuments
These people got weather control
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
The weather ain’t got no name
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
These people control the rain, these people be diggin’ bunkers up
But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us
I was in the clubs in 6th grade, fightin’ the adults and stuff
Feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us
Ever since the 6th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
Ever since the 10th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
So I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I’m the one who fought for us yeah
I fought for us, nigga I die for us, nigga I risk my life for us
I risk my life for us nigga and I’ll die for us nigga

Lady Gaga Poses With All 5 Living Ex-Presidents at Hurricane Relief Concert

Foreshadowing?

Lady Gaga gave a surprise appearance at the Deep From the Heart: The One America Appeal concert at Texas A&M University Saturday in front of all five living former U.S. presidents—Jimmy Carter, George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush and Barack Obama. The event was aimed at raising funds and awareness for those affected by the recent deadly hurricanes in areas like Houston, Miami and Puerto Rico.

After the concert, Gaga posted on her Instagram page a photo of herself with all five ex-presidents, who are all sitting down.

“It was an honor to be invited by these five living Presidents to perform and speak at this historic event where we put our differences aside, and put humanity first in the face of catastrophe. #OneAmericaAppeal,” she wrote.

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“LADY GAGA FOR PRESIDENT,” one user commented.

Gaga stood behind Bush Sr. and Bush and wore a white pantsuit—a favorite look of former Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton, who the singer had supported in the 2016 election as she ran against now-President Donald Trump, who appeared at the One America Appeal in a taped video message.

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Gaga got a standing ovation as she took the stage.

“It is such an honor to be there,” she said, starting to play white piano. “Thank you so much for coming together in such compassion. I feel very, very honored and humbled.”

She then publicly greeted all the ex-presidents, with “Hello, Mr. President,” earning a big smile and wave from Carter.

“I thought the most special thing of all is how pain is such an equalizer and in a time of catastrophe we all put our difference aside and we all come together, because we need each other or we can’t survive,” she told the crowd.

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She then performed her hits “Million Reasons,” “You and I” and “Edge of Glory.”

Gaga also said she has herself donated $1 million to the One America Appeal campaign. As of Saturday evening, more than $31 million was raised from more than 80,000 donors, according to CNN.

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Dreezy Feat. 6LACK & Kodak Black “Spar” Lyrics


(Intro: Kodak Black)
Aye mayne, I like the depth of this song, ya know what I’m sayin’
Not the death of the song but the D-E-P-T-H of the song
Ya feel me, the complexity and sh*t
I like the topic
Kodak Black man

(Hook: 6LACK)
Look my word is bond as f**k
My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us
They disregarding us, and if I go to D.C
I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

(Verse 1: 6LACK)
This really just a free verse, I put my life in reverse
I dug up out my old pain and put it on a t-shirt
So many sides to this sh*t, not here for the popular sh*t
Your own people will ask, “When you gon’ ‘Pac for this sh*t”
Before I die, I’ma teach, I light a blunt then I preach
Ain’t no facade you can see, that I can only be me
I got a daughter to raise, one day she gon’ be a queen
I’m tryna get sh*t together, so she can have anything

(Hook: 6LACK)
My word is bond as f**k
My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us
They disregarding us, and if I go to D.C
I’m tryna spar with Trump
I ain’t a politician, just can’t ignore the stuff

(Verse 2: Dreezy)
I take this life how it come
Got heart but still won’t show love
If I tell people where I’m from, they might think I gotta gun
Got J’s that’s still in the box
No tax or bands on my ones
I took my feelings out this sh*t and put my trust in my funds
Tat my dead homie on my sleeve
Don’t need glasses, see what I see
Told me at ten, what I wasn’t gon’ be
Ni**a ain’t make the league, so we turn to the streets
Cops wanna blast ‘fore they see ya I.D
Might do the race ‘fore a ni**a catch me
Damn if it be another R.I.P
It’s a black/white world but I only see green
Killers gettin’ off innocent, when the clip showin’ that he did the sh*t
Try to talk and they ain’t listenin’ but they’ll point it out if you get ignorant
f**k with you if you a benefit
That’s why I pay off cash at the dealership
But I got money stashed for the bail and sh*t
But I’ma write it off, good penmanship
Can’t say we representing when half the office White Supremacist
This can’t be, “Land of the free”
If kneeling might cost your position
I’m supposed to respect the system
They call our brothers, “Sons of bitches”
And when my Unc’ came home from prison
For the same sh*t y’all tried to turn into a business
Take our culture, our blueprint
Pay the knockoff to come model us
Hurricanes come and swallow us
Opp ni**as tryna put the dot on us
We pourin’ Henny, cause we all bottled up
Granny said, “Scratch ya lottos up”
But the bible says it goes full circle
I’ma tryna find me a good purpose

(Hook: Dreezy)
My word is bond as f**k
My life is hard enough, they not rewarding us
They disregarding us, and if I go to D.C
I’m tryna spar with Trump
I’m not a politician, you can’t ignore the stuff

(Verse 3: Kodak Black)
Ain’t old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum
But I can go die in the army or go to war for them
Ain’t old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt
But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb
Told magazines that got me in articles
When I’m in Washington D.C., I’m doing fraud n’ stuff
Ain’t worried bout Donald Trump
Ain’t worried bout seeing no monuments
These people got weather control
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
The weather ain’t got no name
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
These people control the rain, these people be diggin’ bonkers up
But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us
I feel like Kunta Kinte ni**a, I’m the one who fought for us
I was in the clubs and 6th grade, fightin’ the adults and stuff
Feel like Kunta Kinte ni**a, I’m the one who fought for us
Ever since the 6th grade ni**a, I was the one who fought for us
Ever since the 10th grade ni**a, I was the one who fought for us
So I feel like Kunta Kinte ni**a, I’m the one who fought for us yeah
I fought for us, ni**a I die for us, ni**a I risk my life for us
I risk my life for us ni**a and I’ll die for us ni**a

YG Angry Everyone Praising Eminem While Ignoring His Trump Diss Track

YG is not amused that while everyone is praising Eminem take down of Donald Trump while pushing aside his own Trump diss track from a year ago.

Eminem freestyle at last night’s BET Hip Hop Awards Cypher is the trending topic in hip hop today and while the Detroit legend is getting a lot of praise for his word play and for taking on the President, YG is saying he did the same thing last year. During the 2016 Presidential Election, YG and Nipsey Hussle release a single “F**k Donald Trump” and even performed it while touring. So you can understand his frustration now that Em is getting all the attention.

“So we don’t get no credit for dissing TRUMP a year ago?” YG wrote on Twitter. “Mann, F**K TRUMP 4reals tho. F**k this internet sh*t. It’s really f**k em.” Although, he is seemingly angry that he is not getting credit for the movement in hip hop, he is still pushing the “f*** Donald Trump” narrative on social media and hopefully it will translate into more record sales for him.

YG has since deleted most of the tweets while adding just moments ago, “OK that was the drank talkin.” Seems he is saying that he was a bit intoxicated while he was tweeting early, but he still feels the same way about Trump.

Ok that was the drank talkin

— YG (@YG) October 11, 2017

The Game – Heaven 4 A Gangster Lyrics

[Intro]
Can’t forget about my OG Heron
My nigga’ Montreal
My nigga’ 2Pac
Hussein Fatal
And Kadafi

[Verse 1]
It’s like riding down Greenleaf
Dre Day, smokin’ green leaf (uhh)
Draco’ in the front seat
And just to think, I made all this off one key
Hurricane
Two feet in Compton, one deep
Can’t ride with me, ‘less I’m Pimp C and you Bun B
My flag ain’t got no stars on it, fuck my country
Get your toupée knocked off tryin’ Donald Trump me
I’m the OG to the YG’s
You ain’t seen what I seen
My cousin Tasha shot in the stomach, pregnant at 19
She died, but the baby kept stompin’
That how hard us little niggas come up
Born and raised in Compton
We earned this shit, learnt this shit
City used to be all white
Look how we turnt this shit
2Pac turning in his grave from all this nonsense
A little soldier ain’t from Bompton
I put that on the homies

[Bridge]
God said in the last days there would be times of difficulty. For people would become lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, too arrigant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous without self-control. Lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God. This calls for wisdom. Let the one who has understanding calculate the number of the beast. fuck Donald Trump, homie

[Chorus]
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

[Verse 2]
God, forgive me for my sins
World full of bitch niggas
Lord, keep me out the pen
Keep my sons on the right track
My daughter on her momma side
Let the wind hit my baby face, its gonna be homicide
You don’t father like I father, nigga
I father kids and I father niggas
I done been on Lil’ Yachty
Shot crips with Lil’ Uzi
Got bricks from the Migos
And my is bitch bad and boujee
Every time I turn around
Somebody trying to sue me
And old friends turn colors
Like Notorious B.I.G., Coogi
I promise this ain’t a movie, my nigga
This ain’t on Netflix
This is every time you in the club, we gonna set trip
Another dead body on the dance floor
That’s what them hood niggas do, when them bands low
Red rag on my head, I’m still Rambo
Fuck a pistol, what these hands for?

[Chorus]
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

Tu no metes cabra – Bad Bunny letra

Letra Bad Bunny – Tu no metes cabra

Cuando ustedes me ven, yo sé que tiemblan
Yo estoy ready 24 hours
El Father, pídanme la bendición
/Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche/(x7)
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switche.(tu no metes cabra)

Yeh, estoy subiendo como espuma
Prendiéndole en la cara al que no fuma
Ando con Adidas veloces como un puma
El Undertaker saliendo de la bruma
Y se apagan las luces, prende el wax para que me muses
Tú no metes cabra, tú no luces
No es el Mercedes, es quien lo conduce
Y dime que son Retro sin un Jordan que las use
Evita el delay versuri-lyrics.info
Aquí si no te ponchamos, te damos doble play
No existe replay, son Miami sin Lebron y Wade
Nos vamos a switcher, aunque me fichen
Me tiran pero soy un pitcher
Tu jeva loca que me la chiche
Yo matando y tú mirando en los bleacher.

/Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche/ (x7)
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switche.

Yo controlo la calle sin ser bichote
Un melón y pico entre el pote
Yo tengo el pique flow chipotle
Shaquille O’Neal debajo del aro
Nadie me quita un rebote
La nueva religión, yo soy la nueva era
El responsable de que ustedes se cayeran
Apartamento frente al mar, lo tengo de pecera
Y el sour diesel directo de la nevera
Se bebe y se chinga como en prom
Yo soy un hijueputa.com
En el VIP soy Donald Trump
Yo tengo to’ Gucci hasta las foam, yehhh.

/Tú no metes cabra, saramambiche/(x7)
Y si te me esbocas, nos vamos al switcheee.
Bad Bunny letras
Video cabra

Kendrick Lamar – XXX Lyrics

[Intro: Bono & Kid Capri]
America, God bless you if it’s good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Throw a steak off the yacht
To a pool full of sharks, he’ll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he’ll show you somethin’, whoa
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
X-rated
Johnny don’t wanna go to school no mo’, no mo’
Johnny said books ain’t cool no mo’ (no mo’)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin’
God bless America, you know we all love him
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin’, he was mobbin’, way belligerent and drunk
Talkin’ out his head, philosphin’ on what the Lord had done
He said: “K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It’s been a fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.”
He was lookin’ for some closure
Hopin’ I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
“I can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin’ killed.”
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I’ll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
I’ll catch a nigga leavin’ service if that’s all I got
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
Ain’t no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I can’t even keep the peace, don’t you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my mama
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I’m ’bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Alright, kids, we’re gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag
Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us!
It’s murder on my street, your street, back streets
Wall Street, corporate offices
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump’s in office
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you Crippin’ or you married to blood?
I’ll ask again—oops—accident
It’s nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America’s reflections of me, that’s what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar—

Rick Ross – Apple Of My Eye (feat. Raphael Saadiq) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Hahahah!)
Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just being something, man
So at that point what else can you ask for?
(Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Tears runnin’ down a nigga face
In a room full of failures, I feel out of place
Still sleepin’ on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reekin’ through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek, "I wouldn’t trust Nicki
Instead of beefin’ with your dog, you just give ’em some distance"
We all make mistakes, let’s not be too specific
We like, "I rather be a killer than be a statistic"
I never fold, no, I never ran
On my soul, I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the Lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open, I say, "Amen"
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter lookin’ for the smoke
If it’s more than a quarter million, I’ll count it twice
Pucci broke my heart, shit, I call it life
And never will I call it right
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Travelin’ the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
‘Cause the loss of life’s the only thing niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another motherfuckin’ casualty

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
You just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma runnin’ out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga, thought I’d never be nothin’
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dyin’ for the same things
Cop kill a nigga, don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool in the U.S
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but it’s not just ’bout them purses

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (yeah)

[Verse 3: Raphael Saadiq]
The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend (always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and I)

Freddie Gibbs – Crushed Glass (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Diego, roll me one up, my nigga

[Verse 1]
The future started yesterday, nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
I admit that I was timid at a younger age, nigga
Daddy asked me what I wanna be, I said "A paid nigga"
With them extras out the pot, I gave myself a raise, nigga
Heaven sent I can’t remember the last time I prayed, nigga
So the Devil introduced me to cookin’ cocaine, nigga
On the blade, seven days, ain’t bathe or shave, nigga
I was thuggin’ with my trey eight
Motherfuck a president, I got a Presidential Day-Date
I run a check up like a Chase bank
The police open up the package if your shipment come a day late
I just beat a rape case, groupie bitch I never fucked
Trying to give me ten for some pussy that I never touched
At a certain level, system tried to test a nigga’s nuts
Nigga hire like eleven lawyers, had to level up

[Chorus]
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
If I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
And if I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up

[Verse 2]
The future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
Had a baby, now my daughter getting up in age, nigga
When I die I bet she say, "My daddy was a paid nigga"
‘Round the world jail system like a slave trade, nigga
Got me in this foreign prison, monkey in a cage, nigga
Bail paid, locked me up for an extra 30 days, nigga
Barely let us use the shower ain’t bathed or shaved nigga
I was sittin’ in a cell missin’ show dates
Commissary late, I’m postin’ pictures with the toothpaste
Barely eat the food, stress’ll make a nigga lose weight
Enter the mental of a nigga that wish he knew his fate
Shit these bitches do to try to get your cash
Erica visit, can’t wipe her tears from behind the glass
Choppin’ the porcelain up for years, said I’m suckin’ glass
I beat the DEA and the task, now I’m on my ass

[Verse 3]
Future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
Donald Trump gon’ chain us up and turn back to slaves, nigga
Got the recipe for dope, my reparations paid, nigga
Feel like that at some point, really I should feel ashamed, nigga
They kill us, we killin’ us, but that is not the way, nigga
Money tree up in the stripper club, I’m throwin’ shade, nigga
Did destruction on your flow when I paved the lane, nigga
Chest to chopper, blow your chest out where your heart at, nigga
Black Tony, Babyface, better scar that nigga
Sent the hit out, I’m just waitin’ on the call back, nigga
Shoot them pussies, burn it up, don’t bring the car back, nigga
Gangsta G, I fucked the industry, them crackers say I’m too aggressive
I turned myself into a boss without a fuckin’ question
Six whips, ghetto nigga gotta be excessive
I came up on fried bologna, boy what you expected?
What you expected?

[Chorus]
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
If I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
And if I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up

[Outro]
Ooh, I will be alright
Ooh, I will live my life
Ooh, I will be alright
Ooh, I will live my life

KENDRICK LAMAR – The Heart Part 4 lyrics

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcends two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga ya lame
And when I get at you homie don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I am the greatest rapper alive”
So damn great motherfucker I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach nigga
The five foot giant woke up out of his sleep nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, Whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from an M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock, papers, scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag daddy
Lee Baca, on trail tryin’ portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turn, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m fouled
They throwin’ me out, you throwin’ the towel
Look at the crowd, they (nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (that ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (what else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (what else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (what else?)
My name is identified as “that king”
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got till April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

Lets get it!
Look look, on foenem…

Kendrick Lamar – The Heart Part 4

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 1]
30 millions later, my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift’s been devoted to fuckin’ up bundles of paper
Pi equals 3.14
The devil’s pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
Wait up
Lampin’ in Jamaica, the cloud’s turnin’, my thought’s turnin’
Burnin’ castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin’
This seed in this soil is classified
I’m satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
I ain’t sanctified enough to say that I won’t shoot ya
I done vandalized the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
The more blood pours, but…

[Chorus]
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you
Don’t tell a lie on me
I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

[Verse 2]
My fans can’t wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I’ll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little bitch
Tiptoein’ around my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you, homie, don’t you just tell me you was just playin’
Oh I was just playin’ with you K-Dot, c’mon
You know a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
Might end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don’t wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin’ out before the vehicle crash, I’m on a roll
Yellin’, "One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great, motherfucker, I’ve died
What you hearin’ now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I’m still in reach, nigga (facts)
I’m fresh out the water I’m ’bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y’all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to stiffness
The whole world goin’ mad
Bodies is adding up, market’s about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell ’em that God comin’
And Russia need a replay button, y’all up to somethin’
Electorial votes look like memorial votes
But America’s truth ain’t ignorin’ the votes
It’s blasphemy, how many gon’ blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin’, don’t you ask for me
How many leaders gon’ tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from a M, tryna be big as Em
30 millions later my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I’m looking at y’all suits
Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in court
And real hustler lose money just to go get some more
I said it’s like that, drop one classic, came right back
‘Nother classic, right back
My next album, the whole industry on the ice pack
With TOC
You see the flames and my E-Y-E’s
It’s not a game and the whole world is going mad, daddy
It’s sad, daddy
My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca, on trial tryna portray a boxer
Beatin’ up on my niggas while the COs watch ’em
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you ’bout to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I’m flagrant, I’m foul
They throwin’ me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, they (Nah, I don’t like that)
Look at my smile, I’m smirking
Calm but urgent (That ain’t the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (Sit yo’ punk ass down)
So that means you ain’t bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more playing the backseats (What else?)
My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My name is identified as "that king"
I’ll let y’all worry about a list, I’m on some other shit
A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
Y’all got ’til April the 7th to get ya’ll shit together

[Outro]
Let’s get it!
Look look, on foenem

RICK ROSS – Apple Of My Eye lyrics

Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just to being something man
At that point what else can you ask for?

Tears running out of a nigga face
In a room full of failures I feel out of place
Still sleeping on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reeking through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek I wouldn’t trust Nicki, instead of beefing with your dog you just give him some distance
We all make mistakes, lets not be to specific
You rather be a killer than be statistic
An never fold no I never ran
On my soul I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open I say amen
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter looking for the smoke
If its more then a quarter million, Ill count it twice
Poochie broke my heart shit I call it life
An never will I call it rite
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Traveling the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
Cause the loss of lifes the only thing that niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another muthafuckin’ casualty

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(for the love of you and..)

Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma running out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga thought I’d never be nothing
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dying for the same things
Cop kill a nigga don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool is the US
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but its not just bout them purses

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(yeah)

The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend
(Always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back never turn back
Let it go let it go
I’ll just fall back never turn back
Let it go let it go

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(for the love of you and I)