Gong – This Revolution Lyrics

You and I, we were born in a time of revolution. But this revolution will not be on TV thanks to Gil Scott Heron. This revolution will not sit on your hard drive or be seen on CCTV. Or viewed on MTV. You will not find the Android apps for this revolution. Cause this revolution cannot be identified, located, imprisoned or locked up. But this revolution will replace all those greedy capitalists who're so f*cked up. This revolution is from the source, of our own thinking, our stories, our dreams, our poetry. This revolution has already begun inside us. Invisibly, invincible, irremarkably. In our song lines, our movies, our children, our families. This revolution begins one morning without warning, maybe dawning on you that you've just broken through the conditioning that's been holding you back, keeping you off track, off tap, off the script that you were put here to follow. And that you're always, visiting this planet waiting patiently for tomorrow. So you climb out of that hole and reclaim your soul purpose. Get the f*ck out of this circus, this casino economy of distraction, inaction, mercantile [?] faction. This revolution does not show up in the street, it simply guides your feet. In this music you will find it in between the beat. You can never learn it or work to earn it 'cause it's burned into you at birth. This revolution is the future seed that takes route everywhere. This [?] seed will save this ancient earth. This future seed's just waiting to be watered by these poems, these words, your songs, your stories. This revolution is inside you, brother, sister. All can see it if we just let go, let it grow and just be it, because the opposition cannot find it and can't own it. Because we have already won, my darlings. We are already one, my darlings. This revolution has begun. Shine on, shine on, love. Shine on

BROCKHAMPTON – THE LIGHT PT. II Lyrics

[Intro: Joba]
The light

[Chorus: Joba]
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, why can’t you do it?
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, screamin’ “Please don’t do it”
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, why did you do it?
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, screamin’ “Please don’t do it”

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Sick of these niggas givin’ me false info
Like I ain’t grow up on MTV, Boondocks and The Chappelle Show
Bitch, I can handle the truth, that’s how I enter the booth
Look at all these bruises I got, it gave me so much confidence
Back when I was making songs at my momma’s crib
The candles lit, the temperature risin’
What type of man can’t find the right time to fly in?
Especially when my cousin dyin’
Should’ve never sold my soul, should’ve protected all my pay-ins
To see the world move without you feel like a daydream
Kool-Aid stains, band-aids wrapped around your beautiful hands
Protect me from the city, couldn’t save me from the world
Back then, had Jeezy on repeat in your whip, no peace in my streets
And these days no license, only take the Jeep if my boyfriend is drivin’
Plus he got the kinda skin that make the police like him
Ever since I was a kid I always felt so frightened
My momma from the ghetto
Her vote go to any nigga that keep Jesus in the convo’
Me and her just got on good terms
Thank God for them unexpected turns
Breaks her heart when she see my city burn
Thank God for teaching me how to learn
Have empathy, even when it burns
But I hate that she got me in this box, expectin’ me to see the light
See the light, see the light
All my niggas to the right, right, right
You see the light, light, light, light
All my niggas to the left-right, left-right, left-right
You see the light, light, light, light, light, light

[Verse 2: Joba]
When that hammer pulled back, did you think of me?
You were the one that taught me how to be
Look at me now in all my glory
Overcame a lot, that’s a different story
Abandoned by the life-giver, lookin’ back at my life different
Deep cuts in the dusk of the final gasp, before your life flashed
What happens when you die? Does it fade black?
I sense you in my skin and the trucker cap
Missed it when we laughed
Didn’t trust my intuition when I saw the cracks
I’m sorry, all I ever want to do is make you proud
Fleetin’ moments, always found a way around the frown
Set aside the pain to celebrate the now
Couldn’t kick me out the house, I was fucked up
Nothing to prove without doubt, if I’m man enough
What’s the use? I could use you, ’cause I’m scared as fuck
Tuck me in, always young enough to feel loved
And share some, are you lookin’ down?
And a child reachin’ out, brittle bone, crying now
The past does not define you
The past does not define you
The burden was too much
Couldn’t save you from yourself when you’d self-destruct
Couldn’t save me from myself when I pushed my luck
To tell the truth, I am just like you
Left it all in the pistol that you used
Always be a little man, following your footsteps
Even though I’m mad, even though you’re gone
You live on, and the day I have kids
And tell ’em ’bout Grandpa and how great he is
And the grandkids’ grandkids
You’ll never meet if it weren’t for you
I wouldn’t be, neither would they
It’s safe to say I’ll find a way out the darkness
The way you left ‘Ma hits me the hardest
What a shame, things change in the blink of an eye
Fade away, fast break to the depths in the sky
Impermanence turned permanent with a nine
That’s life, that’s life

[Chorus: Joba]
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, why can’t you do it?
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, screamin’ “Please don’t do it”
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, why did you do it?
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, screamin’ “Please don’t do it”

Fedez – Veleno Per Topic Lyrics (feat. Luciouz)

[Intro: Fedez]
Frustrati di merda
Frustrati di merda
Frustrati di merda

[Hook: Luciouz]
You, you, you, you
Stai sul pc, odi MTV
You, you, you, you
Non fai i CD ma scrivi tweet

[Verse 1: Fedez]
Un metal detector ha suonato più di te
Fammi la telecronaca, “Mai dire swag”
Puristi del rap, voi non siete il club
Siete turisti del rap, siete il Club Med
Scopa con gli artisti solo per la firma, gang brand
Suoni solo per i tossici, vai a fare i DJ SerT
Con un piede nella fossa e l’altro in un pied-à-terre
Tieni a mente che da qua io non mi sposto, Tienanmen
Tu non fai il disco d’oro neanche se te lo coloro
Con il tuo recording budget mi ci compro le Marlboro
Non sei 2Pac Shakur se non hai mai fatto un tour
Arrampicatevi agli specchi, siete i king del parkour
Me ne sbatto il cazzo della gloria, bella gioia
Ho un tour con più date storiche del tuo libro di storia
Fai i video con la Lambo ma poi giri con la Micra
Mi ricordi Jay-Z, senza i soldi e la figa

[Hook: Luciouz]
You, you, you, you
Stai sul pc, odi MTV
You, you, you, you
Non fai i CD ma scrivi tweet
Hypsta, hypsta, like your sista sista
Make it twista twista, make noyze
Hypsta, hypsta, like your sista sista
Make it twista twista, make noyze

[Verse 2: Fedez]
Pioniere dell’hip hop, ormai non hai più mezzo fan
Hai un pubblico demodè ma vuoi il pubblico dei Modà
Su tre dischi di platino uno l’ho dato allo Stato
Più che ai soldi che ho fatto pensa alla tasse che ho pagato
La tua etichetta fuffa, mezza truffa, me lo suca
Il manager di me stesso, non sono una sanguizukar
Il cancro della scena per ‘sti quattro segaioli
Per ‘sti forum dell’hip hop sono veleno per topic
Salta un giro, spera nell’anno prossimo, forse riempi San Zero
Metti il cuore in pace, e clicca il tasto “mi spiace”
Rinnovo di contratto, sono l’Ispettore Budget
Vecchi di merda che cantano senza pubblico
Siete l’Old School Musical
No comment come rapper, pure come uomo
Sei come i tuoi video su YouTube: ti commenti da solo

[Hook: Luciouz]
You, you, you, you
Stai sul pc, odi MTV
You, you, you, you
Non fai i CD ma scrivi tweet
Hypsta, hypsta, like your sista sista
Make it twista twista, make noyze
Hypsta, hypsta, like your sista sista
Make it twista twista, make noyze

[Outro: Luciouz & Fedez]
You, you, you stai sul pc
Odi MTV, non guardi Glee
You, you, you sei molto street
Non fai i CD, ma scrivi tweet
Vi ficchereste un palo in culo per essere qui
Come, come uno skilift
Come, come uno skilift
Ti parlano alle spalle e dopo ti chiedono i feat
Vi sputo nel piatto
All you can eat

Blakfish – Scotland’s Worst Invention Lyrics

I hate TV
Watch a film instead
Hundreds of channels
Still nothing on
Except for What Not To Wear
And now on, on Sky One
The Simpsons
I’ve seen this one

Previously on Lost
We’re going to watch fifteen minutes that you’ve already watched
And ’cause every episode’s exactly the same
We’re going to leave you on a cliffhanger again

Nothing on

I’m channel hopping but it seems to me there’s nothing that I want to watch
I feel like stopping but it’s easier to just sit and drop off

BBC, I see
MTV, I see
ABC, I see
ITV, I see

What’s with all these f**king soaps?
I want Ray Mears not Hollyoaks
You might think that I’m being blunt
But who seriously watches Bargain Hunt?
I don’t take note of what they say
‘Cause I look good naked anyway

I know, I know, I want it
I know I want it

Daytime TV makes me sick
And I’m sick of it
Go outside, ride a bike
Just do something

Stand by

Luke Temple – Those Kids Lyrics

Yes I am getting older
Let the kids become the dream on my shoulder
Yes I am getting older
Let the kids become the dream on my shoulder
Don’t let the TV tell you it knows about the baby singing
It has no idea of the terrible, terrible bell that it’s ringing
For the kids, they watch, they think it’s all that they’ve got
When they get as old as me, they’ll wish that they were not
Yes I am getting older
Let the kids become the dream on my shoulder
Yes I am getting older
Let the kids become the dream on my shoulder
I met the program director of MTV
He said if the kids don’t want your music than neither do we
He didn’t know what he was saying
If he did, he’d get right down and start playing
Woa
Yes I am getting older
Let the kids become the dream on my shoulder
Yes I am getting older
Let the kids become the dream on my shoulder
We’ve got the give them the chance to feel what it is to be in wonder
It’s not about putting death and mystery down under
You profit control just because you’re too scared of getting old
Yes I am getting older
Let the kids become the dream on my shoulder
Yes I am getting older
Let the kids become the dream on my shoulder
Yes I am getting older
Let the kids become the dream on my shoulder
Yes I am getting older

Crew 7 – Money For Nothing Lyrics

Now look at them yo-yo’s
That’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’ and chicks for free
That’s the way you do it
Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s
See the little faggot with the earrings
And the makeup
Yeah buddy that’s his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he’s a millionaire
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’ and chicks for free
Money for nothin’ and chicks for free
Money for nothin’ and guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s

Young Fresh Fellows – Beer Money Lyrics

Sure I like beer cause it tastes good
And I might even buy a sport pack every once in a while
But now I’m getting paid to drink
That’s why I’m sporting this big old smile
Because of beer money
Beer money!
Beer money
Cause we’re an American band just playin’ some rock ‘n’ roll

I’m drinking Bud by the barrel
I’ll drink it til I’m saturated
I’m drinking Miller’s by the million score
And I’m going to Milwaukee to get indoctrinated
For some beer money
Beer money!
Beer money
Cause we’re an American band just playin’ some rock ‘n’ roll

Now some detractors say that I can’t live without the stuff
But I’d even drink Pepsi if you paid me enough
Touring’s a breeze since you became our sponsor
It’s those corporate dollars that help us to GET IT ON SIR!
Baba-baba-ba-beer!

Now you can say that we sold out
But that’s just the way it goes
Cause the beer is free and we’re on MTV
And we’re opening up for the Del Fuegos
Give me some beer money
Beer money!
Beer money
Cause we’re an American band just playin’ some rock ‘n’ roll

Schlitz
????
Budweis…
High test
Beer!
Hoooooo!

Go Yayo – Can’t Quit Lyrics

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

[Verse 1]
Niggas wanna kill me in my city, I can’t move wrong
Goofy ass with me, I can’t let no nigga get me
I can’t let no nigga hit me, I shoot first
Got no time to watch my back, that’s that shit that gets you whacked
Ayy my life in the spotlight, you see it gleaming on me
But when I sleep I swear it feel like I got demons on me
Pray every day but that don’t help
Sippin’ lean like f**k my health
I know I’m on my way to hell
All I wanted was the wealth
I pray the lord that he save me
But if he don’t I ain’t hating
Bury me with my Glock so I have it too cool for satan
My life already hell, I’m just tryna get out
Rich before 21, bitch I need it now, gang

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

[Verse 2]
Rapper hit my city then we robbin’
Run off with your chain and sell it back to Avianne
Elliante diamonds, ooh I see you shining
Take what’s on your neck and everything that’s in your pockets
Nigga don’t deserve that shit, he ain’t earned that shit
You wasn’t sitting off in no spots, serving with that stick
You ain’t ride on them niggas ran off with your shit
I’m a real trap nigga, came from busting bricks
Look me in my face and tell me what you see
Say why they hate, why why they hate on me
I told my mama way back then I was gon’ be on MTV
And I swear I ain’t lyin’, bitch it’s get rich or die tryin’, gang

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

Baby Keem – Check Please Lyrics

[Intro]
Bad habit

[Chorus]
Check, please (Yeah)
Think I spent too much on a neckpiece
No backseat
Gas up the foreign, it got acne
I run the city, I’m the next guy
She let me f**k with my eyes closed
Keep a bad bitch with my eyes closed
She a bad bitch with a white nose

[Verse]
Lil’ mama wanna pay for the dick
That nigga lame ’cause he pay for his clique (Check, please)
Bitch mad, wanna cry ’cause I hit
Tellin’ on your mans, this shit ain’t it (Check, please)
Ayy, yeah, put her out there
Now your man’s gon’ put choppers on his headstone
Check the info, I’m poppin’ presidential
f**k a TED Talk, I’m finna let my bands talk (Check, please)
Ayy, this ain’t MTV, lil’ bitch
She just wanna f**k, Google me and see I’m rich
Let her keep the check, it get drippy cause I’m next (Check, please)
Gang, gang, gang, it get drippy where I live
First of all, I’m sellin’ out the motherf**kin’ crib, ayy
Jackie Chan if he really want the dips, ayy
‘Nother customer, I wanna cram, lil’ baby
He keep comin’ back, he say the xan go crazy (Check, please)

[Chorus]
Check, please (Yeah)
Think I spent too much on a neckpiece
No backseat
Gas up the foreign, it got acne
I run the city, I’m the next guy
She let me f**k with my eyes closed
Keep a bad bitch with my eyes closed
She a bad bitch with a white nose

Tierra Whack – Cable Guy lyrics

[Chorus]
It goes like;
ABC (all boys cry)
MTV (men touch vigina’s)
BET (bitches eat tacos)
You wanna be seen with me
ABC (all boys cry)
MTV (men touch vigina’s)
BET
Showtime

[Verse]
Wish he had a remote just to control me
We was supposed to be friends, he was my homie
He was there when I was lonely, hungry
Now he seems phony
A really fucking show off
Cold shoulder wipe the snow off
Can’t believe I cut my bro off, but I had to cut my bro off

[Chorus]
It goes like;
ABC
MTV
BET
You wanna be seen with me

OBLADAET – TIMELAPSE / MASK lyrics

Part 1: Timelapse

[Куплет]
О да, ты видел год назад: я выбил мяч за поле (Home Run)
Я вложил туда себя, радость, любовь и боль
И помню эти лица – все играют роли
А я хлестал ей по лицу, твердил: “Мне надо больше, сука”
Я все просчитал
Я занял жизни – плати по счетам
Чтоб все было как сегодня, не спал вчера
И “0 до 100” читай как Отче Наш
Все как во сне
Помнишь clash? (это был грайм в Москве)
Все хотели так же, но их грайм в толчке
И текст на туалетном грайм-клочке
Все так, о Боже, дай мой чек
Пошёл на MTV, ну как зачем?
Дело не в мечте, и я благодарен
Но все шоу для меня как саундчек
Получил стимул
На мне мишень (без ножей в спину)
Их подсадили, они бессильны
Открываю глаз, вижу тот символ
Они видят мой портрет
Ублюдки подражают, им не надоест
Сосут мои фразы, будто карамель
Я бы назвал имена, но мне правда лень
Тут день за днём, будто таймлапс
Мой товар в магазинах (я не продавец)
Мне нужны эти пачки (я не про балет)
И возьми нашу капсулу, не болей

Part 2: Mask

[Куплет]
Правда не нужна массам
Они так играют: вся душа в красках
И я стал таким же, тут как сыр в масле
Чтоб не отличаться, нужна маска
Режим инкогнито
Но ты никто, кид, и каков итог
Виртуальный мир – там нет крови, боли
И срасти себе диковины за биткоин
Коннект со мной – это частный доступ
Ты искала на сайтах, где счастье бродит
Стала на странице моей частым гостем
Я с тобой до утра и не часом больше
О себе только думаю? Ты не права
Ну окей, это так, да я и не скрывал
У меня есть кое-что, но это не для вас
(Double Tap) Все чувства в двух словах
Всего себя в mp3, не больше
Все так и должно быть, и ты не бойся
Расслабься, все это лишь игра
И я надел маску, но на деле тот же
Я надел маску, но на деле тот же
Надел маску, но на деле тот же

Duran Duran – Too Much Information (Album Version)

[Chorus]
Destroyed by MTV
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen
To sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Verse 1]
Hey TV child look into my eyes
Here by intervention I want your attention
Promotion boy in a suit and tie
He wants you to use it
You’re too shot to loose it
It’s pumping down the cable
Like never seen before
A cola (condom) manufacturer is sponsoring the war
Here comes the news with love from me to you

[Chorus]
Destroyed by ABC
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen
To sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Verse 2]
Turn on the tube
Hits you with the groove
Advertizing music
We want you to choose it
These teeth are white trainers ultra bright
This band is perfect just don’t scratch the surface
We covered all the angles
The survey people said
Just put us on the cover we’ll be smiling anyway
This video was made with love to you

[Chorus]
Destroyed by BBC
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen to
Sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Chorus]
Destroyed by MTV
I hate to bite the hand that
Feeds me so much information
The pressure’s on the screen to
Sell you things that you don’t need
It’s too much information for me

[Chorus]
Dialate your mind [x3]
Got to give it to me
Got to listen to me
Got to give in to me
Now I’m on the
I try……

CyHi The Prynce – God Bless Your Heart

[Verse 1]
I’m on the come up
Jump up, I pick my gun up
Joe Jackson with trapping, I beat the sun up
That’s just how I was brung up
Whippings, I got a bunch of
On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass
I’m bumping young bloods ([?])
Feel like I’m hitchhiking
Every flow is a thumbs up
I give you my spirit ’til all my niggas wrists is uncuffed
It’s hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man
‘Cause like ornaments on trees
That’s just how we was hung up
One love
MTV, this is unplugged
Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma’s lasagna
From crafting double entendres
The child of Coleman and Tanya
Just a gap-toothed genius
Word to my cousin Jelanda, uh
Twist up this ganja ’til I go over yonder
They say I got to much will like 24s on Hondas
I been sponsored off-white since ‘Ye lived in the [?]
Y’all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
Yeah, God bless your heart

[Verse 2]
I came, I saw, I conquered like Ceaser said
"No time, Felicia," that’s what the overachiever said
"Cydel, you a Pyru," that’s what your teacher said
I wrote everything in red ’cause that’s what Jesus said
My thesis read
My partner fed fish scale to the whole village for a piece of bread
"Matthew was 14," that’s what the preacher plead
"Just a nigga in a Coupe," that’s what Yeezus said
Until you — reach the feds, ha
Cause those boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg
Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you just peed the bed
A fiending son on Death Row, I’ma die behind these bars
‘Cause when I put the pen to pad they should make them pen my pad
Put this shit on wax, how I used to dip and dab
Flipping half
I like my cars and my women fast
Bitches love my presence ’cause I got the Gift of Gab
My matriarch low mileage, I APR
I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car, ha
It’s ’bout your lineage, show ’em I’m not your guinea pig
Might fuck a midget and have twins, I’m tryna have too many kids
Not out of wedlock
Never had a scared pops
Worked three jobs over time at the sweatshop
I thought I was a good kid, well I guess not
A hot boy, juvenile was my next stop
Breaking through people windows stealing desktops
Just a bunch of big dummies Lemus the red fox
And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong
Had to yolk the bitch up cause she was egged on
By the best friend had me calling collect home
And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead wrong
It ain’t her fault, I was misguided and lead on
Huh, but I ain’t tripping

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
God bless your heart

When YouTubers Leave the Nest: Tracking the Success of the Internet’s Biggest Stars

For years, YouTube has been a haven for both millennial content creators and consumers. The video-sharing hub has helped to redefine what it means to be a celebrity as it’s facilitated the launch of countless digital stars’ careers; stars born not out of the Hollywood machine, but simply out of user-generated video content. There is no middleman, no gatekeeper standing guard to tell the audience who is worthy of being on their screen and who isn’t.

Rather, these stars, many of whom you may not be even be all that familiar with (but your younger siblings or nieces and nephews most certainly are), have cultivated the sort of relationships with their fans that traditional celebrities might only ever dream of. According to a 2015 Google-commissioned survey, 70 percent of teenage subscribers admitted that they relate to YouTube creators more than traditional celebs, while the six in 10 subscribers said they would follow advice on what to buy from their favorite creator over even their favorite film or TV celeb. And at a time when more and more millennials are avoiding watching TV altogether, networks and studios are hungry to poach some of that talent in hopes of poaching those eyeballs. 

But does the YouTuber influence transcend mediums? Is that intense bond between creator and consumer one that can survive the transition to traditional avenues? As more creators have found themselves unable to resist Hollywood’s siren call, we’re starting to find out.

Miranda Sings is an intentionally off-putting character, a satire of the countless YouTube wannabes, lacking in talent, but not in ego, who had infected the streaming site. She sings off-key, has her own unique way of saying just about everything, and is defiantly self-righteous. And she’s made the woman who brought her to life, comedian Colleen Ballinger, one of YouTube’s biggest success stories. Since her debut on the website in 2008, her combined Youtube channels have surpassed 2.5 billion total views, while the character has more than 6 million Instagram followers. By 2009, Ballinger had taken her show on the road, performing a one-woman Miranda Sings act in theaters across the globe. Jerry Seinfeld had tapped her for an episode of his Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee series, she appeared on The Tonight Show, she released a New York Times Best Seller. It was only a matter of time before someone offered her a TV show. Enter: Netflix.

Developed by Ballinger and her brother Chris, Haters Back Off launched on the streaming giant in 2016, making her one of the first YouTube personalities to launch a scripted series. The move to Netflix made sense, as millennials are certainly more comfortable with the streaming service (itself a traditional TV model “disrupter,” much like YouTube). “[Netflix] can also leverage the audiences of these online stars, and their marketing reach, to drive the fans to new properties (which also happen to be online, where their fans already routinely seek entertainment),” TechCrunch wrote when the show was announced. And they were right. 

Traditional critics may not have known what to make of the show, earning it only mixed reviews, but clearly Ballinger’s fans followed her. The show debuted as the second most popular digital original series for the week of October 14, 2016, earning it a second season, which dropped on Friday. 

Ballinger’s transition to a more traditional medium may seem like the beginning of a successful sea change, but you’ll not we didn’t call her the first YouTube personality to launch a scripted series. That’s because there are a few who came before. You may be surprised to know that two of TV’s currently most celebrated comedies got their humble beginnings as on the website.

Ilana Glazer and Abbi Jacobson met as students at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater in 2007, honing their skills and sharpening their relationship dynamic on the same practice improv team. “We got to play onstage for two years as friends and find our voice,” Jacobson told Paper in 2013. “A Web series is now known as a vehicle to get something bigger, but when we started, it wasn’t. We just said, ‘Let’s make something.’”

That something turned into Broad City, which the comedians debuted on YouTube in 2009. During its two-season run on the video hub, Broad City didn’t exactly spread like wildfire in the way Ballinger’s creation had, but it did manage to draw in exactly the right sort of viewer to further its success. “During the web series, we were never viral. It was always just the quality of viewers,” Glazer told Fast Company in 2014. “We just started to get a response from our community–the comedy community in New York–and that was enough to make us feel like it was something good and relatable and that we should keep making them.”

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One of those in the comedy community who caught on? Amy Poehler, who agreed to appear in the web series’ final episode as she subsequently helped the pair shop a pilot script based on the series. “We just sort of went out on a limb and told her that we were planning to pitch the show for TV, and would she ever consider being an executive producer on the project, and she said yes,” Glazer said. Broad City debuted on Comedy Central in 2014 and is currently in its fourth season on the cable network. Since the launch, the duo have become bona fide stars, landing roles in movies like Rough Night (Glazer) and The Lego Ninjago Movie (Jacobson). They even held their first-ever panel at entertainment mecca, San Diego Comic Con, in 2017.

While Glazer and Jacobson were just getting their web series off the ground in 2009, Issa Rae was an L.A. transplant living in New York City, working at the prestigious Public Theater on a fellowship. That fish-out-of-water situation is where her successful YouTube series, The Mis-Adventures of Awkward Black Girl, was born. “I was just thinking about how hard it was to meet people. And how just interacting with new people is so awkward,” she told BET in 2011. “And I couldn’t be the only one thinking these things and wouldn’t it be funny to see these interactions played out on screen.”

After sitting on the idea for two years, and returning to L.A., Rae was finally ready to launch Awkward Black Girl in 2011. “I wanted to tell this story and I thought, ‘If I don’t start it myself, I’ll never get it done,’ ” she told The Root that year. “We’re not all ugly. We’re not all desperate. We’re just normal, awkward girls trying to find ourselves.” It quickly proved to be a viral hit. A Kickstarter campaign to fund the rest of the season garnered over $56,000 from nearly 2,000 donations. It caught the eye of Pharrell Williams who signed on as an executive producer for season two, which aired on his iamOTHER channel. By 2013, she was working on a pilot script partially based on Awkward Black Girl with comedian, producer and The Daily Show correspondent Larry Wilmore.

The pilot, which was eventually named Insecure, was bought by HBO in 2015 and ordered to series for a fall 2016 launch. The critically acclaimed series, which stars Rae and Yvonne Orji, recently finished airing its second season and has already received an order for a third. “I still very much feel like I’m ‘that Internet girl,’” Rae told Rolling Stone ahead of the show’s launch. “I still feel an allegiance there, but I don’t know that I’ll ever feel like I’m a part of Hollywood. It just feels like I’m getting the chance of a lifetime to make something that’s pure and authentic to me. To have more people watch it is the coolest ever, but I don’t feel much different other than that.” With a role in the upcoming film The Hate U Give and a standout appearance in Jay-Z‘s instantly iconic, Friends-recreating music video for “Moonlight” (seriously, if you haven’t seen this video, fix your life here), something tells us she’s feeling like a part of Hollywood now.

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Of course, there are plenty of YouTube personalities who aren’t characters ready to be spun off into their own scripted series. But that hasn’t stopped those wildly popular individuals from finding avenues into take their massive fanbases down avenues leading to traditional media. For those who’ve made their fame just by being themselves, they’ve found the Hollywood machine is ready to try almost anything with them. Take Tyler Oakley, for example.

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The internet’s unofficial best friend, Oakley began posting videos on YouTube in 2007 as a way of keeping in touch with friends and family while he was away in college. When an upload of his gained more views than he had friends, he knew he might be on to something. “The first time was when I had 100 views on a single video and I was like, ‘Uhhh… I don’t have 100 friends???’ so it definitely opened my eyes and I quickly realized that strangers could find me on the Internet,” he told Forbes of the first time he realized he’d made it as an internet celebrity. “I also remember once in college I was at a university football game, and I looked around, knowing that the packed stadium could fit 75,000 people, and I had more subscribers than that.

With videos on topics ranging from queer politics (Oakley is gay), pop culture and humor, Oakley’s managed to connect with his audience in a way that Ballinger or Rae never could with their characters. As they tuned in for each new video, it was as if he was speaking directly to them, giving them a window into his real life. Remember that stat above about millennials trusting YouTube personalities so much more than traditional celebrities? Oakley is the prime example of that. As a result, he’s parlayed that trust into a sold-out live show tour (2014’s “Tyler Oakley’s Slumber Party”), a video with then-First Lady Michelle Obama discussing education issues, the 2015 release of his first book, a collection of humorous personal essays entitled Binge, and a 2016 stint on The Amazing Race (he and BFF Korey Kuhl finished in third place).

Soon after his race around the world, he inked a development deal with Ellen DeGeneres that began with original digital content (The Tyler Oakley Show premiered on DeGeneres’ ellentube platform in 2016.) with the aim to develop traditional TV projects, as well. Those TV projects haven’t come to fruition just yet, but for Oakley, working with the comedian is a real unlocked achievement. “She’s somebody I said, ‘If I ever did TV, I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone but her,’” he told Variety in 2016. “Now, making it happen, it’s a dream come true. It’s what I wanted all along… It feels like a brand-new job.”

Following in Oakley’s footsteps are fellow personalities Hannah Hart, Cameron Dallas and Gigi Gogeous. Each rose to prominence on the video hub for very different reasons (drunken cooking, playful pranks and a very public transition, respectively), but they’ve all been given opportunities to parlay their very popular personalities to traditional media. Hart recently launched a travelogue cooking series I Hart Food on Food Network, Dallas took his entourage to Network to give fans a further glimpse into his life with reality series Chasing Cameron, and Gorgeous took a documentary, This Is Everything, to Sundance before landing a gig as one of the social media correspondents on MTV’s revived TRL. 

While some have played into the cult of personality as they transition from YouTube to the great beyond, others have used the site to bounce back from disappointing runs on reality shows meant to launch them to stardom. After stalling out in the semi-finals of American Idol season nine, Todrick Hall turned to YouTube, releasing viral video after viral video. By fall of 2013, he landed a gig writing the song and lyrics for Virgin America’s musical safety video, which he also starred in. A year later, Todrick debuted on MTV, with each episode showing Hall and his team create a new music video from start to finish. By 2016, he was a full-time judge on RuPaul’s Drag Race All-Stars 2, had self-released his third album, a visual conceptual album called Straight Outta Oz, and landed on Broadway in the lead role of Lola in Kinky Boots. Oh, and he appeared in a little music video that only broke the internet. ‘Look What You Made Me Do” by Taylor Swift ever heard of it?

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Like Hall, violinist Lindsey Stirling turned to YouTube to recover from a particularly painful reality TV elimination. After making the semi-finals in season five of America’s Got Talent, judges Piers Morgan and Sharon Osbourne told the musician that her unique style of performance art (which involves some impressive dancing while playing her instrument) wasn’t good enough. Within two years, she had the No. 8 top viewed YouTube video of 2012 with her song “Crystallize.” Since then, she’s toured the world, performed with Cirque du Soleil, released four albums and one autobiography and is currently competing for the mirrorball trophy in season 25 of Dancing With the Stars. So take that, Piers.

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Of course, it hasn’t exactly been smooth sailing for everyone as they attempt to turn their YouTube fame into traditional success in Hollywood. PewDiePie, who currently ranks as the No. 1 most subscribed user on the website with an astonishing 57 million subscribers, has found himself in several controversies in recent years. As the Swedish comedian, whose real name is Felix Kjellberg, signed a deal with Disney-owned Maker Studios to create content, he came under fire for using anti-Semitic imagery and language in his videos. The multi-channel YouTube network quickly cut ties with him and YouTube themselves canceled the second season of his series, Scare PewDiePie. And just this fall, he was met with backlash yet again when use a racial slur during a livestream. While the incidents certainly haven’t slowed his content creation or caused his subscriber count to drop, it’s safe to say Hollywood won’t come calling any time soon. 

Another fairy tale-turned-cautionary one is the story of Jake Paul, who shot to fame with his particular brand of prank videos. His digital fame landed him a role on the Disney Channel comedy Bizaardvark, playing a character that was loosely inspired by Paul’s own YouTube history. But when it hit the news earlier this year that his neighbors in the Beverly Grove neighborhood of L.A. were considering a class-action lawsuit against him after he made his home address public, causing massive hordes of fans to clog the street, creating a fire hazard on top of the noise generated from his wild parties and pranks, Disney got uncomfortable. The way he came across in the local news segment didn’t help. (He ambushed the reporter with a t-shirt cannon, climbed on top of the news van, and made fun of the reporters shoes.)

With relations already strained over content in his YouTube videos that the network deemed inappropriate, Disney swiftly released Paul from his contract. “Looking back, I see why everyone was like, ‘Yo, this kid sucks,’” he told The Hollywood Reporter in August. ” ‘Cause I look super immature.” He may have earned two Teen Choice Awards that same month (one for Choice YouTuber), but his chances of bouncing back into traditional media quickly are likely slim.

While it’s clear where the perils of the self-made star lie, it’s also clear that Hollywood will be turning to these personalities more and more as their target demos continue to shun traditional content. But YouTube has grown wise to the game, locking down their biggest stars with development deals for original content on the subscription service, YouTube Red.

Though they’re certainly using Google’s $86 billion in resources to lure high-profile traditional content creators to the website in an attempt to give Hulu and Netflix a run for their money, they can’t risk alienating the digital stars who’ve risen to fame on—and helped make plenty of money for—the site.

So while this generation of YouTube personalities continues to consider Hollywood’s offers, it’s very likely the generation just uploading their first videos now will never have a reason to go elsewhere. And we can’t think of anything more successful than that.

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Facade – Justin Stone feat. Packy lyrics

Lyrics Justin Stone – Facade

Might just, might just, might just go out
Might just, might just, might just go out
Might just, might just, might just go out
Yeah, yeah.(facade)

Might just go out to Cali’ and be on MTV
All peel work, you SoundCloud rappers ain’t my breed
I say seize, homies shootin’, I say cheese
I know, I know, I am over
Boy see me, jump overseas
Ego feeling like Texas
Told these women, “Don’t test us”
I got diamonds here waiting
Hailey came in a Lexus
No hands on the wheel
No idea I was ahead of me
One day, get that matte black and my top down like Kennedy
And we.

Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it
Yeah, your favorite rapper thinks he’s relevant
Everybody talkin’ like they got it like they hella rich
But we see the facade, yeah we see the facade
Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it
Your favorite rapper thinks he’s relevant
Everybody talkin’ like they got it like they hella rich
But we see the facade, yeah we see the facade
Yeah, yeah, we see the facade, yeah, we see the facade.

Okay, okay, okay
I been clearing out the hard drive
Too many bangers in the archive
Even when I had the 9 to 5
Never gave music the part-time
Bars like I’m doing hard time
All my s**t fan-fucking-tastic
The best of it gettin’ cut and mastered
Make way for a fucking classic
You don’t know what I got under wraps
With the singles, I could make ’em double back
Carry this s**t like a running back
And the huddles at where my bruddas at
Keep a couple stacks in a duffle bag
When we on the road, you never know
Women out, they love to blow, f**k it let it snow
Still, I got the coldest lines in the room.

Okay, okay, okay
Rap used to be about the music
Now it’s who got the best costume
Act a fool and you might get signed
Dotted line but no bottom line
Ballin’ out on a fuckin’ loan
Talk your s**t but you all be lyin’
Big digits like army time, we gunnin’ for it
All the fame s**t is unimportant
On the bill, I’m the one supportin’
But on the field, I’m the one that’s scorin’
On the real, I go dumb recordin’
If it slap good, I got somethin’ for you
You could sleep on it like global warming
Versuri-lyrics.info
But don’t ignore it.

Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it
Yeah, your favorite rapper thinks he’s relevant
Everybody talkin’ like they got it like they hella rich
But we see the facade, yeah we see the facaaade
Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it
Your favorite rapper thinks he’s relevant
Everybody talkin’ like they got it like they hella rich
But we see the facade, yeah we see the facaaade
Yeah, yeah, we see the facade, yeah, we see the facaaade
Yeahhhh.
Justin Stone lyrics
Video Justin Stone

The game – Russ lyrics

Lyrics Russ – The game

Yeah
Now you can hear the gold just jangling
But, its still about the take over.(the game)

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah.

Where do I start damn, man my mind is racing
Hip hop awards getting chosen by some racists
I’m in the yo, with a bottle of some clear s**t
You don’t know the truth, you just hear s**t
Homie’s on a Learjet, upgrade from the block
If you too big, f*ck fades they gon’ use the Glock (use the Glock)
I do a lot for everyone around me, y’all don’t see it
I’m in the club for half an hour then I’m probably leaving
I got paid, dip off with the gang
Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the Wraith
Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his waist
Life or death, ain’t no time to start reaching for the safe
So I play it safe versuri-lyrics.info
Real ones that would really go hit for me
Low overhead, no-one ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history, bigger when I’m dead
I’m so on
But it’s off with they head
f*ck MTV, y’all really snubbed me
How you choosing people with numbers that ain’t above me?
Oh wait, politics
Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform than any scholarship
I’m lit, I’m gassed, I’m me, I’m me
Two platinum singles, two years they were free
As I’m writing this, I know that this ain’t accurate no more
By the time that all y’all hear this I will most likely have more
I really did eight tours, headlined them all
Your contacts were bullshit, we redlined them all
I spent time in awe, on some amazed s**t
Then an O.G. told me to embrace this
I will never waste this, never get complacent
Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded
I’m still on the same s**t, take over the game s**t
I just can’t relate to your wavelength.

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah.

I get everything for free, from your girl to my wardrobe
Half a million dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property, you just got foreclosed
Money running low, you gon’ have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for your shows
So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross
Then you go back home, fall asleep frustrated
Girl laying next to you, whispering “Russ made it”
You asleep, you don’t hear her so she sneaks out
And she pulls up on me and brings the freak out
I send her back before your eyes open
I’m her fix ’cause your life’s broken
She might try chokin’
On something you don’t wanna kiss after
Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper
It’s all laughter, it’s all big bucks though
Call the buzz “Vegas” ’cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, rich like Rothschild
I’ma make you sign an NDA, now you’re on file
I’m the President, the CEO
People that I’ve never seen, tryna see me go (uh)
Billionaire minds in my circle that’s a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we don’t know, how to act
If it’s based off of fans, y’all should really do the math
If it’s based off of sales, y’all should really count the plaques
If it’s based off of p***y, y’all should really count the a*s
If it’s based off of money, y’all should really count the cash (uh)
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does
Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all time
Dreams too big to think small time
I’m just on the same s**t, take over the game s**t
I just can’t relate to any B-level wave length.

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeahhh.
Russ lyrics
Video game

Troy Ave – Show Me Love Lyrics (feat. Tony Yayo)

TROY AVE
Show Me Love Lyrics (feat. Tony Yayo)

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta snug
I wrote correct, act wrong and get a slug
I see that you into money, well baby then show me love
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta snug
I wrote correct, act wrong and get a slug
I see that you and the money, well baby then show me love
You can find me in the club

Jewelry all rocky, you know how I be
Told you mo’f**kas’ is in the hood I’m “Papi”
I got all type of fish, Peruvian “ahi” I got all type of bitches
But I’m choosing ain’t cocky, see me on the couch
See me pouring out, see me on your TV when you’re sitting in your house
I’m on BET, MTV man I’m the hottest thing smokin’ outta NYC
Self made and self paid, niggas can’t stop me
I hand out, your hands out like save me a peach
Man f**k you spit Crystal in your face, you can hate me now and tell how success tastes
Not bad don’t it, mad want it, nigga please I bought the bar you at the bar
You should leave go DJ, play that new Troy Ave shit
Two steppin’ with my weapon B-S be that clip

Spend some G’s on some Givenchy and bon weed
My bitch in Brazilian hair that bon weave
Her pussy be the bomb it’s kamikaze
Touch the sky and do why I’m on floor 93
Condos in Paris above Versages, and we party in the club VIP
We do it BIG, a hundred bottles on an Arabian seat
Prince’d buy a ring with some hashish, then it’s back to the NY streets
South side hood party with some projects freaks
You some Baisley bitches, or some 40 bitches, or some Rochdale bitches
Or some Sutphin bitches, call straight club king just promoting the night
La morena grippin’, two white girls kissin’
The city never sleep, you bitch I hope you don’t miss it, don’t blame it on me homie we out here pimpin’

You can find me in the club
You can find me in the club
You can find me in the club
You can find me in the club

187 Strassenbande – High Life (Sampler 4 Album)

[Part 1: BonezMC]
Bonez! Ich liebe meine Euros, ey, bald hab’ ich ‘ne Million’n
Höhö, hat sich doch gelohnt, Autogramme auf Silikon
Heute hier, morgen da, sind auf Tour im ganzen Land
Amsterdam, ein paar Gramm, pack’ es pur in meinen Blunt
Der Grund, warum ich jeden Tag gut drauf bin und mich freue ist
Weil früher war’n die Weiber hässlich, heute alles Säue
Grüße Playmates im Graben mit ‘ner Day-Date am Arm
Ey, wir brauchen euer Geld, um unser Haze zu bezahl’n
Ha’m ‘ne Playstation dabei, komm auf Facebook, wir sind live
Ach, du Scheiße, ich muss gleich schon auf die Stage, doch bin zu high
Und obwohl wir es nicht nötig haben, sind wird schussbewaffnet
Fick die Polizei! Sie kommt in’ Bus, ich werd’ verhaftet
Was deutscher Rap? Ihr verletzt meine Gefühle
Wir zerfetzen jetzt die Bühne und zerbrechen ein paar Stühle
Heh, sind wir auf Tour ist eure Stadt nicht mehr sicher
187 Strassenbande – Waschbeckenpisser

[Hook: RAF Camora]
Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein Highlife, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen? Gib mir Highfive
Kipp’ Codein in die Sprite (ah), gib mir das Mic (ah)
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit

[Part 2: Gzuz]
Wache auf in der Koje, Schmuck unterm Kissen (ja)
Luxus, der Tourbus, geh’ kurz runter pissen
Unten die Fans und paar Groupies am quietschen
Egal, was du brauchst, brauchst dich nur zu bedienen
Bisschen Fifa, danach wird geschrieben
Die Weiber lieben meine Parts übertrieben
Ein Sack voller Weed, Mann, ich rauche mich high
Ein paar Flaschen Lean hab’ ich auch mit dabei
Die Frau’n werd’n geteilt wie der letzte Schluck Whiskey
Der Backstage mehr Gangster als Mexico City
Gestern McDonalds, heut kauf’ ich mir Lobster
Zwei Busse, ein Truck, Mann, ich glaub’, wir sind Rockstars
Hau’ wie ein Boxer, Outfit Lacosta
In jeder Stadt shoppen, Mann, ich brauche kein’n Koffer
So viel Exzesse, der Scheiß macht mich müde
Lass sie kurz blasen, muss gleich auf die Bühne

[Hook: RAF Camora]
Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein Highlife, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen? Gib mir Highfive
Kipp’ Codein in die Sprite (ah), gib mir das Mic (ah)
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit

[Part 3: Maxwell]
Wir sind wieder auf Tour, Digga, jeden Tag reinfeiern
Weed-Buds und Hur’n, es geht ab hier im Nightliner
Dreißig Weiber im Backstage, ich weiß
Sie woll’n Sex und zwar gleich, bin für Action bereit
Maxwell braucht Fleisch, hängt im Cateringbereich
Das Hazi macht mich heiß, ey, ich lebe diesen Scheiß
Hab’ den Soundcheck verschlafen, schnauf’ kurz ‘ne Nase
Lauf durch den Graben, um den Auftritt zu starten
Beweg’ mich zwischen tausenden Farben
Und Fans, die draußen auf ‘n Autogramm warten
Saufen jeden Tag, unser Lebensstil ist krank
Hol die Gläser aus’m Schrank, wenn ich Jägermeister tank’
Die Drogen halten fit, lang kein Sport mehr gemacht
Kann’s mir leisten, weil ich auf meine Vorsätze kack’
Hab’ immer noch ‘nen Kater von vorletzter Nacht
Doch egal, lege trotzdem ein paar Dorfschnecken flach

[Hook: RAF Camora]
Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein Highlife, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen? Gib mir Highfive
Kipp’ Codein in die Sprite (ah), gib mir das Mic (ah)
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit

[Outro/Scratches]
Rein in den Tourbus, rau– ra-rauf– rauf auf die Autobahn
187 represent, Nigga, das sind echte Fans
Weil uns hat niemand was geschenkt, nein
Autogramme und ab ins Hotel

Highlife – 187 Strassenbande songtexte

Songtexte 187 Strassenbande – Highlife

Bonez! Ich liebe meine Euros, ey, bald hab’ ich ‘ne Million’n
Höhö, hat sich doch gelohnt, Autogramme auf Silikon
Heute hier, morgen da, sind auf Tour im ganzen Land
Amsterdam, ein paar Gramm, pack’ es pur in meinen Blunt
Der Grund, warum ich jeden Tag gut drauf bin und mich freue ist
Weil früher war’n die Weiber hässlich, heute alles Säue
Grüße Playmates im Graben mit ‘ner Day-Date am Arm
Ey, wir brauchen euer Geld, um unser Haze zu bezahl’n
Ha’m ‘ne Playstation dabei, komm auf Facebook, wir sind live
Ach, du Scheiße, ich muss gleich schon auf die Stage, doch bin zu high
Und obwohl wir es nicht nötig haben, sind wird schussbewaffnet
F**k die Polizei! Sie kommt in’ Bus, ich werd’ verhaftet
Was deutscher Rap? Ihr verletzt meine Gefühle
Wir zerfetzen jetzt die Bühne und zerbrechen ein paar Stühle
Heh, sind wir auf Tour ist eure Stadt nicht mehr sicher
187 Strassenbande – Waschbeckenpisser.(highlife)

Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend nur attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein High-Life, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen, gib mir High-Five
Kipp Kodein in die Sprite, ah
Gib mir das Mic, ahhh
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit.

Wache auf in der Koje, Schmuck unterm Kissen
Luxus, der Tourbus, geh’ kurz runter pissen
Unten die Fans und paar Groupies am quietschen
Egal, was du brauchst, brauchst dich nur zu bedienen
Bisschen Fifa, danach wird geschrieben
Die Weiber lieben meine Parts übertrieben
Ein Sack voller Weed, Mann, ich rauche mich high
Ein paar Flaschen Lean hab’ ich auch mit dabei
Die Frau’n werd’n geteilt wie der letzte Schluck Whiskey
Der Backstage mehr Gangster als Mexico City
Gestern McDonalds, heut kauf’ ich mir Lobster
Zwei Busse, ein Truck, Mann, ich glaub’, wir sind Rockstars
Hau’ wie ein Boxer, Outfit Lacosta versuri-lyrics.info
In jeder Stadt shoppen, Mann, ich brauche kein’n Koffer
So viel Exzesse, der Scheiß macht mich müde
Lass sie kurz blasen, muss gleich auf die Bühne.

Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend nur attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein High-Life, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen, gib mir High-Five
Kipp Kodein in die Sprite, ah
Gib mir das Mic, ah
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit.

Wir sind wieder auf Tour, Digga, jeden Tag reinfeiern
Weed, Buds und Tour’n, es geht ab hier im Nightliner
Dreißig Weiber im Backstage, ich weiß
Sie woll’n S*x und zwar gleich, bin für Action bereit
Maxwell braucht Fleisch, hängt im Cateringbereich
Das Hazi macht mich heiß, ey, ich lebe diesen Scheiß
Hab’ den Soundcheck verschlafen, schnauf’ kurz ‘ne Nase
Lauf durch den Graben, um den Auftritt zu starten
Beweg’ mich zwischen tausenden Farben
Und Fans, die draußen auf ‘n Autogramm warten
Saufen jeden Tag, unser Lebensstil ist krank
Hol die Gläser aus’m Schrank, wenn ich Jägermeister tank’
Die Drogen halten fit, lang kein Sport mehr gemacht
Kann’s mir leisten, weil ich auf meine Vorsätze kack’
Hab’ immer noch ‘nen Kater von vorletzter Nacht
Doch egal, lege trotzdem ein paar Dorfschnecken flach.

Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend nur attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein High-Life, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen, gib mir High-Five
Kipp Kodein in die Sprite, ah
Gib mir das Mic, ah
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit.

Rein in den Tourbus, rau– ra-rauf– rauf auf die Autobahn
187 represent, Nigga, das sind echte Fans
Weil uns hat niemand was geschenkt, nein
Autogramme und ab ins Hotelll.(highlife)
187 Strassenbande songtexte
Video 187 Strassenbande

Young Buck – The City Lyrics

Ayo man, I base this shit on real life man
That’s the only way mother fuckers gonna Really fuck wit you man!! YOUNG BUCK!!

These penitentiary phone calls keep me elevated
My last two birthdays I didn’t celebrate it
You see me on BET and MTV. Holding it down for my town down in Tennessee!!
I’m trying make this shit as real as I can, so that my fans know that I’m not playin’
And I’m not saying I’m perfect I’m just saying I’m worth it, alot of rappers CDs i ain’t even purchase
Before I picked up the mic I grabbed me a Gat
And sold crack before I learned how to rap
Damn right imma glorify it, especially when I made it
Niggas died in this game that didn’t know how to play it
Smoke blunts for the loved ones and pour out 40s
Pay bills and take care of their shorties
You don’t know about the hood look what chu doing to us
The white house probably full wit straight shooters and everything else
We living for death, just waiting to die
Jadakiss asks why and me I say why!!
To ball before I fall, at least I tired
That boy went out with a bang, he just opened up fire
Beneath this ski mask I done closed my eyes. I’m tryna but a fucking hole in this guy
I knew right from wrong but my homeboy bizz is gone
So lemme end this song and see who sent him home. MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

Kodak Black – Everything 1K

[Intro]
You know life ain’t tied with a bow but it’s still a gift though
Yeah life ain’t fair but it’s still good though
It’s a blessing just to be here
Everything 1K

[Hook]
I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K

[Verse 1]
I woke up in the morning on a cold slab
How the hell I’m in a damn cell
I’m in jail taking cold baths
I went down the wrong path
Lil boy don’t go that way
You prolly won’t last
Before I had the fame I had the name
I earned my stripes like Adidas
Sliding base like I’m Derek Jeter
Growing up with no father, it’ll make you evil
How he gon’ learn to be a man when you ain’t never teach him?
Youngin’ can’t even read but he totin’ the Desert Eagle
Look how she left, I bet she told you she won’t never leave you
The same nigga was hating, I turned them to believers
I done made it through the rain and I ain’t called FEMA

[Hook]
I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K

[Verse 2]
I probably thank god ‘cause without him who is me?
He unlocked my cell when they threw away the key
Jailbird, I was caged in, he came and set me free
I was just on the news, now I’m on MTV
Hurting ‘cause your people ate and you ain’t get a piece
Now you’re taking from your people plate ‘cause you just tryna eat
Grinding for a mil and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a combo
My mama need a crib, I been thinking ‘bout a condo
You nothing when you down, it’s crazy how people treat you
Come around now, you can’t even hit the reefer
I pray for all my youngins who done took the same route
Brother from the same struggle, cut from the same cloth

[Hook]
I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K

Everything 1k – Kodak Black starring Danielle Bregoli lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – Everything 1k

You know life ain’t tied with a bow but it’s still a gift though
Yeah life ain’t fair but it’s still good though
It’s a blessing just to be here
Everything 1K.

I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K.

I woke up in the morning on a cold slab
How the hell I’m in a damn cell
I’m in jail taking cold baths
I went down the wrong path
Lil boy don’t go that way
You prolly won’t last
Before I had the fame I had the name
I earned my stripes like Adidas
Sliding base like I’m Derek Jeter
Growing up with no father, it’ll make you evil
How he gon’ learn to be a man when you ain’t never teach him?
Youngin’ can’t even read but he totin’ the Desert Eagle
Look how she left, I bet she told you she won’t never leave you
The same nigga was hating, I turned them to believers
I done made it through the rain and I ain’t called FEMA.

I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K.

I probably thank god ‘cause without him who is me?
He unlocked my cell when they threw away the key
Jailbird, I was caged in, he came and set me free
I was just on the news, now I’m on MTV
Hurting ‘cause your people ate and you ain’t get a piece
Now you’re taking from your people plate ‘cause you just tryna eat
Grinding for a mil and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a combo
My mama need a crib, I been thinking ‘bout a condo
You nothing when you down, it’s crazy how people treat you
Come around now, you can’t even hit the reefer
I pray for all my youngins who done took the same route
Brother from the same struggle, cut from the same cloth.

I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K.
Kodak Black lyrics
Video 1k

George Michael – Free (Older Album)

Freedom ’90
George Michael

I won’t let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It’s the one good thing that I’ve got
I won’t let you down
So please don’t give me up
Because I would really, really love to stick around

Heaven knows I was just a young boy
Didn’t know what I wanted to be
I was every little hungry schoolgirl’s pride and joy
And I guess it was enough for me
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
On your rock and roll TV
But today the way I play the game is not the same
No way
Think I’m gonna get me some happy

I think there’s something you should know
I think it’s time I told you so
There’s something deep inside of me
There’s someone else I’ve got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take

Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy
What a kick just a buddy and me
We had every big shot good-time band on the run boy
We were living in a fantasy
We won the race
Got out of the place
I went back home got a brand new face
For the boys on MTV
But today the way I play the game has got to change
Oh yeah
Now I’m gonna get myself happy

I think there’s something you should know
I think it’s time I stopped the show
There’s something deep inside of me
There’s someone I forgot to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Don’t think that I’ll be back again
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take

Well it looks like the road to heaven
But it feels like the road to hell
When I knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well
Posing for another picture
Everybody’s got to sell
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast
And some mistakes were built to last

That’s what you get

I say that’s what you get

That’s what you get for changing your mind

And after all this time
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man

I’ll hold on to my freedom
May not be what you want from me
Just the way it’s got to be
Lose the face now
I’ve got to live

George Michael – Freedom 90 (Listen Without Prejudice Vol. 1 Album)

I won’t let you down;
I will not give you up.
Gotta have some faith in the sound;
It’s the one good thing that I’ve got.
I won’t let you down,
So please don’t give me up,
Because I would really, really, love to stick around.
Heaven knows I was just a young boy,
Didn’t know what I wanted to be.
I was every little hungry schoolgirl’s pride and joy,
And I guess it was enough for me.
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place;
On your rock and roll TV.
But, today, the way I play the game is not the same;
No way.
Think I’m gonna get myself happy.
I think there’s something you should know.
I think it’s time I told you so.
There’s something deep inside of me.
There’s someone else I’ve got to be.
Take back your picture in a frame.
Take back your singing in the rain.
I just hope you understand.
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man.
All we have to do, now,
Is take these lies and make them true somehow.
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you,
And you don’t belong to me.
Freedom;
You’ve gotta give for what you take.
Freedom;
You’ve gotta give for what you take.
Heaven knows we sure had some fun, boy.
What a kick, just a buddy and me.
We had every big shot, good-time, band on the run, boy.
We were living in a fantasy.
We won the race.
Got out of the place.
I went back home, got a brand new face
For the boys on MTV,
But today the way I play the game has got to change.
Oh, yeah.
Now I’m gonna get myself happy.
I think there’s something you should know.
I think it’s time I stopped the show.
There’s something deep inside of me.
There’s someone I forgot to be.
Take back your picture in a frame.
Don’t think that I’ll be back again.
I just hope you understand .
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man.
All we have to do, now,
Is take these lies and make them true somehow.
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you,
And you don’t belong to me.
Freedom;
You’ve gotta give for what you take.
Freedom;
You’ve gotta give for what you take.
Well it looks like the road to heaven,
But it feels like the road to hell.
When I knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well.
Posing for another picture.
Everybody’s got to sell,
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast,
And some mistakes were built to last.
That’s what you get,
I say, that’s what you get.
That’s what you get for changing your mind,
And after all this time
I just hope you understand,
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man.
I’ll hold on to my freedom.
May not be what you want from me.
Just the way it’s got to be.
Lose the face now.
I’ve got to live

Kodak Black – Hollyhood (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood

[Verse 1]
I got kicked out of elementary
Started rapping, making melodies
Listening to beats on my MP3
Now my video on MTV
I got the BB gun in my lap
Brought the BB gun in my class
Call my momma and she sounded mad
Shit when I get home, she gon’ whoop my ass
I just dropped me off for 50 packs
I’m the youngest nigga in the trap
I’m the youngest nigga with that sack
Fuck your plug, I got that sack
[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood

[Verse 2]
I should have been a president
Young nigga with plenty cents
I teach you little nigga plenty shit
All these games, they ain’t selling it
All this gas, should be selling it
Lately I’ve been really out of my element
These niggas be snitching, [?] really having no evidence
And I ain’t even sick so why the hell am I sipping on medicine
Like get the point cause I be working like a Mexican
I could make a little power move man you been broke ever since
Dropped out of school, run around finessin’ shit
Running with Chiraq, let’s [?] we be wrecking shit

[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood

Apollo 3 – Startschuss lyrics

Die sonne geht auf
Der tag beginnt
Und du bist gut drauf
Den alles stimmt und

Du weiß ganz genau hier geht was
Auf VIVA und auf MTV
Läuft parallel dein lieblingslied und

Du weiß ganz genau hier geht was
Steig ein in dien maschine
Komm steig ein
Wir heben ab

Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an
Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an

Du fühlst dich fresh
Bereit zum sprung
Du stehst ab jetz I’m mittelpunkt den
Du weiß ganz genau hier geht was

Du hast es drauf
Du hast die skills
Und läuft was schief bleibst du gechillt den
Du weiß ganz genau hier geht was
Steig ein in die maschine
Komm steig ein
Wir heben ab

Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an
Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an

Starschuss
Das spiel beginnt
Starschuss
Und du gewinnst
Hier kommt deine premiere ab jetzt geht kein schuss ins leere
Das ist der Starschuss
Das spiel beginnt
Starschuss
Und du gewinnst wir roken den planeten erde, fette beats aus den gewehren

Steig ein in dien maschine
Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an
Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an (x2)
Starschuss