Jamaica PM Andrew Holness Unapologetic About Dancehall Contributing To Crime

The Jamaican Prime Minister is doubling down on dancehall music, being a major contributor to the high crime rate in the country.

Crime has long been a growing epidemic in Jamaica that governments are often stumped with. The disturbing outbreak of violence is so outrageous that Jamaica is recognized as a country with one of the highest crime rates in the world. While this is not at all new and historically was spurred on by violent political strategies, the current government is calling for dancehall music to start observing a social responsibility to young listeners.

Prime Minister Andrew Holness was recently criticized by music artists and fans for a statement regarding dancehall being a main cause of violence in Jamaica. Nevertheless, he is doubling down on his stance and is having the discussion yet again in his recent parliamentary meeting. The Most Honorable Andrew Holness, also known as BroGad, seems to be offering a blanket response to the counter-arguments from dancehall artists who have reacted to his previous remarks.

“In as much as you are free to reflect what is happening in the society, you also have a duty to place it in context,” he said. “That is not right, and though you have the protection of the constitution to sing about it, you also have a duty to the children who are listening to you to say ‘man, that is not right,’” he added.

Holness implied that artists are selective of which crimes to lash out on and maintained that all forms of violence are wrong. He went on to say that as a society, we “are not yet serious” if we cannot see that, and our outrage is short-lived. The public has had the opportunity to weigh in on the debate on social media, and while some agree with the negative influence of dancehall music on society. Many do not concur with the implication that it is responsible for the spike in the crime rate.

PM Andrew Holness, Ce’Cile & Agent Sasco

In one retort, an Instagram user commented, “Kmt you can’t control crime an a try turn on the music. Move a gweh. Look pan movies, tv, games, plus a who guh buy dub plates fi promotion. Bredda u did seh we ago can sleep wid wi doors open. Gwaan guh fix crime an low the art form that is providing a way out, U hear nuh artist a seh kidnap woman an kill them?” Another more succinct comment read, “it’s all about the person mindset.”

On the other side of the spectrum, some chimed in to say the PM’s speech was “facts.” Interestingly, it is also a fact that even decades ago, when there were no artists singing about “tek up the AK-47 and dun it inna man head” as Holness puts it, crime was also at a high rate in Jamaica. Fueled by the divide promoted by political parties, even socially conscious singer Bob Marley himself was a target of assassination attempts. Marley sang about unity and love and tried to get opposing parties to reconcile for the goodness of the country. However, crime was still at a significant level because of root causes like poverty, lack of opportunities, and of course, poor leadership (parenting, country leaders, etc.)

Some argue that that was then and this is now but just like traditions are passed down, so is the landscape of a country’s culture and the foundation that has long been set by our ancestors. Oftentimes, we understand our parents so much better after we see how they grew up, what their influences were and how what they were conditioned to believe. The same can be said about the areas where crime is concentrated in Jamaica and why it has remained so. While it is true that dancehall needs not perpetuate the idea of crime further, the positivity that Prime Minister Andrew Holness calls for it to promote is also present in the genre.

Jamaican artists sing about guns and violence but they also sing about love, struggles, hope, dreams, and other realities. Fans decide which songs get popular and which get lost in the sea of the oversaturated music industry. That being said, while a correlation is being drawn to crime and dancehall music, perhaps it is an inherent desire of the listener that drives the song and not the words of the artist that drives the crime. One Instagram user who weighed in on the matter said, “Bro the amount of positive songs out there and nobody paying them any attention, people gravitate towards the hardcore music, that is why the artiste supply the market with that type of music.”

Would Vybz Kartel be the most popular dancehall artist had it not been for the fans? More importantly, did fans gravitate towards him because of his relatability which could only come from him articulating what already exists? Based on the comments that are pouring in on the topic of Andrew Holness’s controversial statement, some believe that dancehall is being used as a scapegoat. “Gun violence and crime was around long before man an man start sing bout it. Politicians always trying to point finger and blame the citizen them,” wrote one user. “If the artist dem stop sing gun tune today crime nah move and that’s a fact,” another added.

Some also accused the PM of being a hypocrite as many dancehall artists remixed similar songs when they were called upon to promote political campaigns during the national election. “Oh but dancehall can promote politics with the same sort of songs for your campaign,” one fan wrote. Others defended Holness and his agenda, saying he is not hating on the music but rather is calling for dancehall artists to discourage violence in their songs. Again, this is done all the time in dancehall as even the biggest artists like Vybz Kartel and Mavado have contradicted previous releases by encouraging unity and the youth to refrain from crime and violence.

Like businesses, artists also have a social responsibility which they often honor with uplifting music that never gets as much attention as they ought to. However, when they sing about “badness,” fans love them for it while the government hates them for it. Music is not the only form of influential media, and dancehall is not the only genre that promotes a gangster lifestyle, so how did it suddenly become the cause of violence in Jamaica? It’s easy to pass the blame onto a large industry that has a major influence on the people, but how thorough was the research that brought politicians to this conclusion? As one commenter said, “Artist sing about the violence and the politicians provide the guns!”

The constant pointing of fingers only ignores the real source of the problem. It is no coincidence that Jamaica not only has a high crime rate but also a high poverty rate. It is no coincidence that the most crime-ridden communities are some of the poorest in the country. Should we ask an inner-city youth who grew up around violence and later adopted the lifestyle why he needs a gun or why he commits crimes? Do we genuinely believe that even one of them would say dancehall music? The widespread discourse on the matter comes from varying perspectives, none of which take into account the plight of the ghetto youth. “Why we nuh talk bout the abuse and parenting and leadership issues… a desso it start,” one citizen questioned.

What’s ironic is that the national outrage stemming from the vast increase in gender-based violence like rape – something dancehall never promotes – is what initiated the discourse on the source of crime in the first place. Perhaps our MPs ought to armor up, visit our troubled communities and hear straight from the horse’s mouth what is actually lacking that would drive them to a life of crime. Here they might uncover the seed of the worsening epidemic.

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Ensure production of essential items not impacted: PM to India Inc

PM Modi on Monday asked Indian companies to maintain production lines of essential commodities and ensure there is no hoarding as well as black marketing in the wake of coronavirus outbreak. Interacting with industry representatives via video-conferencing, Modi said the impact on the economy will be felt for some time with several sectors being hit.

Sybyr – Messy Ring Lyrics (feat. Leon’swolf)

[Intro: Sybyr]
Uh, oh
(WeirdCLVN)
Ya, sheesh, sheesh
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, ya
(Weird)

[Chorus: Sybyr]
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy

[Verse 1: Sybyr]
Dick f**kin’ messy (Messy), everything messy (Messy)
Room dirty, room dirty, everything messy (Messy)
Messy room, messy house, messy room, messy
Messy me, messy you, messy bitch, messy
Messy, everything ’bout this f**kin’ place messy
I got too much in my head, these motherf**kers messy
Ain’t nobody in the cut do it like us, messy
Messy ring in this bitch, talkin’ like we messy

[Chorus: Sybyr]
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy

[Verse 2: Leon’sWOLF]
All these hoes messy, half of them won’t touch me
Yeah, my dick messy, yeah, my hair messy
Young nigga flexin’, I ain’t even got nothin’
Yeah, I’m trynna f**k on everybody that text me
How’s your mama doing? Tell her pussy messy
Tell her face messy, tell her WOLF dirty
Tell her WOLF tryna f**k at 7:30 PM
‘Cause the AM only here for flexin’
Hoes tryna f**k, but I couldn’t give a f**k
‘Cause a nigga in his bitch, only came out here to work
I don’t really give a damn ’bout a nigga feelin’ hurt
I’ma slap that nigga ’cause he a boy, I’m a man
I’m that nigga, I’m a king, I’ma flex on the kiddie
Yeah, niggas don’t want me, young nigga hard working
I don’t really give a f**k, young nigga, he a bean
It’s a whole damn car running over him

[Chorus: Sybyr]
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy
Messy ring, messy ring, messy ring, messy

Sy Ari Da Kid – Recent Calls Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hello? What you call for, nigga?
Oh now you wanna call for a nigga?
What you was in that car for, nigga?
Everything you did was uncalled for, nigga
You ain’t even make it hard for a nigga
It’s like I found myself when I lost y’all niggas
Shit, but y’all some softball niggas
Forgot the streets playin’ hardball, nigga
All you missin’ is some pompoms, nigga
Out in Hong Kong, bet you think this song’s called “Nigga”
Nigga, you was all wrong, nigga
You was all wrong, learning from the wrong song, nigga
Hrm, gotta strong arm niggas
Even when I’m clocked out I be on call, nigga
You go waste a lot of time with the wrong broad, nigga
Get left, tryin’ to open up the door for a nigga
Nah, now I’m all gone, nigga
Keep watchin’, go ‘head and get your blog on, nigga
Bet you hopin’ I’ma fall off, nigga
But I’m shootin’ for the stars with a sawed off, nigga
Bang! Now you all lost, nigga
You can’t cheat to be the greatest, ask Bron Bron, nigga
Just think about the fact I loved all y’all niggas
And I still do, why you think I fought y’all niggas?
Shit, look what I brought y’all niggas
I was-

[Interlude 1: Sy Ari Da Kid & [?]]
Hello? Hello? F-
Bitch ass nigga
It’s my go
Friday 5:58 PM
Hey Sy, how are you? I was just calling to see how you were doing, I know you’re so busy and I’m so proud of you. Can I see you in [?]?
Hello?

[Verse 2]
What you call for, shorty?
Oh now you wanna call for me shorty?
Like why you had to get my card forged, shorty?
E’ything you did was uncalled for, shorty
I never meant to be so hard on you, shorty
I was trippin’, I went against my dogs for you, shorty
I played my position like a small forward, shorty
Shit, I bet you think this song’s called “Shorty”
Damn, don’t mix me with them cornballs, shorty
Baggage on your boat, I was still onboard, shorty
And we still going raw dog, shorty
Every quick visit turns into a short porn, shorty
Hrm, I wasn’t all wrong, shorty
We was all wrong, almost lost it all for a shorty
Now who you finna call on, shorty?
Realnigga.com, better log on, shorty
I’m like, how did we fall off, shorty?
How The Notebook turnin’ into Saw IV, shorty?
I ain’t one of them niggas that be all on shorties
I ain’t fillin’ up your call log, shorty
You a lost cause, I rather-

[Interlude 2]
Hello? Hello? Turn ass bitch
f**k outta here with that bullshit
Wastin’ my motherf**kin’ time
This nigga
What’s poppin’ nigga?

[Verse 3: [?] & Sy Ari Da Kid]
Yo, finna get up with my pops and spill my heart for a nigga
And any given minute could get wrong for a nigga
Shit could get dramatic and I’m all for it, nigga
Might snuff him in the jaw, put them paws on a nigga
And you my dog, in it for the long haul, nigga
I might need that bail money if the laws call, nigga
Nah dog, chill, answer when your moms call, nigga
Say she worried you ignorin’ calls, nigga (yo, yo)
Hold on, nigga, I’m ’bout to walk in here right quick
Yo, open up, nigga, it’s me

[Outro]
You have reached the voicemail box of 404-396-

Jermaine Riley – Single Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You said that you really want it, yeah
You said that you were ready for the real thing
Got it text before this thing became a mess
But you seem to forget
All the things you said to me
And now you’re nothing but a song in my catalogue
Thought you was ’bout to be it
Guess I was wrong
You’re a pipe dream
No more time of mine will be wasted

[Pre-Chorus]
Say what you mean, if you’re saying it to me
Just explain it to me, babe
How the hell you change your mind, overnight?
Let me tell you why you’re

[Chorus]
Sin-gle
Because you just know a good thing when it’s looking in your face
I can see you
Talkin’ ’bout you want a relationship
When you know you really ain’t got what it takes
That’s why your single
Might be cute but you confused
If you keep on lyin to yourself you gonna lose
And I’m single, yes I’m single
‘Cos I keep on fallin’ for somebody like you

[Verse 2]
You said that you really want it, yeah
You said that you were ready for the real thing
When you hit the DM, I thought you were sayin
Plans for the PM, but then you text me in the AM
Talkin’ B***t, so many excuses
Whole bunch of lies and I’m about to show and prove it
You said you way to sick for us to to hook up
But then I see you out in the club
Pre-Chorus
Say what you mean, if you’re saying it to me
Just explain it to me
How the hell you change your mind, overnight?
Let me tell you why you’re

[Chorus]
Sin-gle
Because you just know a good thing when it’s looking in your face
I can see you
Talkin’ ’bout you want a relationship
When you know you really ain’t got what it take
That’s why your single
Might be cute but you confused
If you keep on lyin to yourself you gonna lose
And I’m single, yes I’m single
‘Cos I keep on fallin’ for somebody like you

[Bridge]
I’m over wasting time
When I got all this love to give baby
I’m not gonna put my self worth in your hands
Because that’s somethin’ you dont understand
Im a catch (check)
Help you secure the bag (check)
Yes I know how to dress (check)
Best sex you ever had (check)
Guess I should let it go
But if you dont know
Can I tell you why ya

[Chorus]
Sin-gle
Because you just know a good thing when it’s looking in your face
I can see you
Talkin’ ’bout you want a relationship
When you know you really ain’t got what it take
That’s why your single
Might be cute but you confused
If you keep on lyin to yourself you gonna lose
And I’m single, yes I’m single
‘Cos I keep on fallin’ for somebody like you

[Fadeout]
You said that you really want it, yeah
You said that you were ready for the real thing
Got it text before this thing became a mess
But you seem to forget
All the things you said to me

GST ‘biggest madness of the 21st century’: Swamy

Describing India’s latest tax reform GST (goods and service tax) as “the biggest madness of the 21st century,” said BJP Rajya Sabha MP Subramanian Swamy that the country needs to grow at 10% per annum to become a superpower by 2030. He also demanded that former PM late P V Narasimha Rao, be given the Bharat Ratna, for the reforms he introduced during his tenure.

DaBaby – Rocks In Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: DaBaby & Offset]
Woo
Hoo (Durel made the beat, I’ma rock with it)
Hey

[Verse 1: DaBaby & Offset]
I pull up in the Double-R Ghost with no tint on the windows
Lil’ bitch givin’ top in it (What you do?)
I look at my watch, I got rocks in it (Ice)
Heat the thirty round, yeah, that’s the Glock finish (Let’s go)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Heat ’em up, put that boy in the pot with me (Ha)
Cool him off if that boy with a hot Glizzy (Hot)
I just went, got my BM a rover
Took 500K, took that to the lot with me (Zoom)

[Verse 3: Offset]
From the AM to PM, I stop billin’ (AM to PM)
This a house on my wrist, this a Richard Mille (Richard Mille)
I just took the top off of the caterpillar (White)
I get you spent for a half a nigga (Spent)

[Verse 4: DaBaby]
The same niggas who ridin’, they layin’ with you (Ride)
As soon as they slide, I’ma pay the ticket (Let’s go)
Somebody gon’ die[…]

Dr. Yen Lo – Day 22 Lyrics

[Sample]
Let him assassinate someone!
I’ve been watching you through the window

[Ka]
When no eyes are friendly
Survive the frenzy cause my gene pool
Live assembly, priding envy cause the green rule
No tact in me, happily packing the mean tool
Trouble chases couple paces, watch the teens duel
Angst of the slum, suppressed best thanks to the gun
Gotta be wise to survive, gangsters is young
Way we seem to cope with this demon approaching us
Is like a cobra hiss, greet ’em tumultuous
Slamming in the hammer, standing with loaded clips
Stash box if the task cops probe the whips
Pound a white, don’t sound polite, call it lotus fist
Bring heat home in streets known, that’s where you holding bricks
Played the field, so came to build, told ’em this:
In the glum night sun might get a solar eclipse
Healed scrapes the only real breaks, rode to fix
During the whack years, no fat gears, or bloated kicks
Mom’s dirt born, [?] search long for a show of ticks
Rhyme with ease, please life gave lemons not lyme disease
Drama town, no common ground, just time to squeeze
Meet the rudest me in puberty, had my fill of poor
Trips through the jets, triple X, took a ceiling four [?]
Spins outta control for a nautical hole
Troll for scum of the road, promise of gold
This bastard cast another bullet my mind is the mold
Never taught us a daughter forever climbing the pole
They say them lines in the sky for climate control
They trying to hold, so the lines I’m supplying is cold
Wanted a few to embrace new, pay homage to old
I thank crew, bank grew, cause lemons we sold
Hard to sound legit if you counterfeit
The max-cam match drop of blood with a pound of spit
(And they ain’t never been around the shit)

[Hook:Ka]
Assistance is a distance, support rare
I need more prayers to stay out the crosshair
On every street, every week, shots are blasted
On dangerous block, they aim at us and watch

[Sample]
Assassin in the windowpane

[Ka]
Rhyme real, talk might, walk light in the minefield
Praise one’s that savor the labor divine skill
I’m good today, but had to put away the 9 mil
Since twelve, hell burdened and murdered, now I’m tryna chill
Seeing dreams deferred for the creme word (cash rules)
No longer reach for beasts if feats the bean curd
Leaders deleted streets left beleaguered from revolution
A deep when eager makes for better shooting
Had the piece shouting, at the whisper of war
On the fight course till life force drip on the floor
My word per diem is Herculean
To stay right in the daylight search the PM
Regardless of your armor, when karma comes it’s a harsh visit
Amended me from arch-enemy to archbishop
(Saved me from getting gravy with the large biscuit [?])

[Hook:Ka]
Assistance is a distance, support rare
I need more prayers to stay out the crosshair
On every street, every week, shots are blasted
On dangerous block, they aim at us and watch

[Sample]
Assassin…

Mogli The Iceburg – Devil In My Dm Lyrics

[Verse 1]
‘Bout time that I get up and grab the dreams that I’m chasin’
About time that I man up and stop being so complacent
About time that I live up to being what I’m created to be
(ohh)
The music poppin’ got me feelin’ like the man now
Its funny how dynamics change when you a standout
You wasn’t buddy buddy then look where you at now oh yeah
(ohh)
I went back home, she hit my phone
Its been a minute since my last, I’ve been alone
These loose connections from my past
They change their tone, they change their tone like
(ohh)
I took a peak and saw her workin’ through that Instagram
My brothers say if you don’t need that then delete that fam
I lie to myself when I say that I keep it for my career, yeah

[Hook] (x2)
I think the devil in my DM
Tryin’ to catch me slippin’ from the AM to the PM
(Tryin’ to fight it)
By myself but I know I ain’t got the power
Ooh she prowlin’ like a wolf and I ain’t tryin’ to get devoured

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I think that if it weren’t for my sexual sin
I’d be a really good example of what’s a Christian
You see our culture got some problems
But we’re scared to talk about ’em look
(ohh)
We see some gay people and jump to grab
Our pickets with scorn
Meanwhile within the church
Sex before marriage is still the norm
But half these dudes can’t get it up
Cause they’re addicted to porn, I’m sayin’
(ohh)
I justify a lot of habits when I know that I can’t handle that
See she got some cleavage and I gotta hit that follow back
In back of my mind I know that my mother raised me better
(ohh)
Thinkin’ bout lookin’ in the eyes of my future bride
And spillin’ out my baggage man
I don’t wanna see her cry
This ain’t how its supposed to be
When you waited for you and I
I’m so sorry ugh

[Hook] (x2)
I think the devil in my DM
Tryin’ to catch me slippin’ from the AM to the PM
(Tryin’ to fight it)
By myself but I know I ain’t got the power
Ooh she prowlin’ like a wolf and I ain’t tryin’ to get devoured

[Bridge] (x4)
I think the devil in my DM

[Outro] (x4)
Things come to light from behind closed doors
I’mma fight my fight but you gotta fight yours

PM calls for focussed effort to make India $5tn eco

Unfazed by projections of GDP growth slowing to an 11-year low in the current fiscal, PM Modi on Thursday said fundamentals of the Indian economy are strong and it has the capacity to bounce back. Modi, who seems to have taken charge of efforts to revive the economy, has over the past few days held as many as 12 brainstorming meetings with different stakeholders.

Yemi – Top Speed Lyrics

Full fart, har vi nått vår top speed
Gått mil, baby vi har gått mil

Jag går
Top speed, inga rödljus
f**ked up, baby de e den
Jag går
Non-stop, sen vi dök upp
Du sa kan du se dig själv
Väx upp, väx upp, väx upp

Du säger de’ ormar omkring dig som Gucci, fall/winter tvåtusensjutton alltid en fall out med nån

Du är skorpion, men du har inte stuckit..
Sa jag e den du är lugn i glad du kan lita på nån

Det tog en tid för mig, att öppna upp för dig
Du mötte mig när jag var hungrig
Det är Manhattan o tempurasushi, Michelin-gubbe nu

Jag går
Top speed, inga rödljus
f**ked up, baby de e den
Jag går
Non-stop, sen vi dök upp
Du sa kan du se dig själv
Väx upp, väx upp, väx upp

Jobbar som seven eleven
Uppe från AM till PM till AM
Ay jag, försöker stänga ner skit
Mitt huvud går som en McLaren
Dålig på att berätta vad som händer
O jag vet, ligger i mina händer
Ay jag försöker bära oss dit

Men jag har varit på mute
Nu är det vi som gör ljud, ay

Är inte alltid hemma när du e’ hemma
Du ba de samma vända varje vecka, när ska du växa upp/

Jag går
Top speed, inga rödljus
f**ked up, baby de e den
Jag går
Non-stop, sen vi dök upp
Du sa kan du se dig själv
Väx upp, väx upp, väx upp

Full fart, har vi nått vår top speed?
Felfri, aldrig sagt ja’ felfri
Sluta act som jag va helt ny
Gått mil, baby vi har gått mil
Du står i min periferi
Blicken bränner hål i nacken
Jag känner inte igen din parfym
Är det där Issey Miyaki?
Ja varit borta från trakten
Sommaren har gått, jag e tillbaka för gott
Du sa att jag kommer o går, vet inte hur en svarar på sånt

Jag går
Top speed, inga rödljus
f**ked up, baby de e den
Jag går
Non-stop, sen vi dök upp
Du sa kan du se dig själv
Väx upp, väx upp, väx upp

Luke Combs – Nothing Like You Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
I’m on this red-eye rolling down a runway
Window seat, nonstop one-way
2 PM, Gate B10, it can’t come soon enough
I’ve got a mid-flight magazine and a mixed drink
I wish time would fly right with me
Damn the days that baggage claim’s in another taxi town
But they always bring me back to you

[Chorus]
I’ve seen California and the fields of Oklahoma
From thirty thousand feet, can’t beat the view
Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee
Become a Carolina sky that was so blue
And still ain’t seen nothing like, nothing like you

[Verse 2]
I’ve spent every mile missing you, baby
It’s enough to drive me crazy
“I love you”‘s from hotel rooms
They sure do make it tough
But they always bring me back to you

[Chorus]
I’ve seen California and the fields of Oklahoma
From thirty thousand feet, can’t beat the view
Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee
Become a Carolina sky that was so blue
And still ain’t seen nothing like, nothing like you

[Bridge]
In all these nothing towns
You in this whole world around
You’re the only place I wanna get back to

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve seen California and the fields of Oklahoma
From thirty thousand feet, can’t beat the view
Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee
Become a Carolina sky that was so blue
And still ain’t seen nothing like
And still ain’t seen nothing like
And still ain’t seen nothing like
Nothing like you
Nothing like you

blackbear – BURNT AF Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh, burnt
So burnt
Burnt as fuck

[Verse 1]
I woke up at 7 AM to The Mars Volta
The songs you be playing remind me we’ve grown older
Sick with a kid in your belly, I drank soda
With Maker’s and ice, let you cry on my shoulder
You blame me for everything, you got the best of me
I almost died and I’ll give you the recipe
I almost died on the day that you showed up

[Pre-Chorus]
You culture, culture, culture vulture
Still got my Gucci hoodie, what up?

[Chorus]
We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other
We only hurt each other
We belong to other lovers, I don’t know why I even tried
We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other
Why we go and choose each other?
We belong to other lovers, I don’t know why I even tried
Burnt as fuck, burnt as fuck
Burnt as fuck, burnt as fuck
Burnt as fuck, burnt as fuck

[Verse 2]
I woke up at 7 PM in a mansion
Next to a girl I thought I just danced with
Guess the maids let me sleep
Call an Uber, change my sheets
Made me move back to suite 23 at the chateau
I’m off for the rest of the spring, maybe check back to rehab
We’ll see
I’m turning into someone who surely ain’t me
Look in the mirror like, “Who could that be?”
And I blame a lot on you
Your name even rhyme, but it ain’t that deep

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re just a culture, culture, culture vulture
Still got my Gucci hoodie, what up?

[Chorus]
We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other
We only hurt each other
We belong to other lovers, I don’t know why I even tried
We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other
Why we go and choose each other?
We belong to other lovers, I don’t know why I even tried

EARTHGANG – PRADA U Lyrics

[Intro: Johnny Venus]
From the heart, from the heart this time
All of these dreams that you don’t need true
All of these things you don’t give too
Call on me, I’ll carry you
There ain’t no thing I wouldn’t do
Lions, tigers, bears and all of these [?]
They could never come between me and you

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Yeah!)
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you (Oh!)
You, you, you, you, you baby
You, you, you, you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Yeah!)
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you (Oh!)
You, you, you, you, you baby
You, you, you, you

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
I know half of most don’t see ya
Couldn’t believe it when you told ’em you was leaving yeah
When you put them Cinderella’s on your feet, yeah
When you shot it, kinda hard to be discreet, yeah
I’m gon’ put you on vacation, get some leisure
I’m gon’ do whatever it take baby to please ya
I been through the dirt, I been through the thick
And I held my heart but you never be beating
Check don’t need when I aim when I need that
Held me tight when the game on tweak yeah
Hard times though you make it look easy, easy
Heartache though you make it look easy, easy

[Bridge: Young Thug]
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
Heartache though you make it look easy, easy
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
Heartache though you make it look easy, easy
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
We having designer sex, crawling on top of me
While I keep my timing yeah everything beating
Help you get your body breeze, conspiracy, yeah
Drip from my head to my sock and I’m whipping a new machine
I got the percocets, I got the guap
And I got me a cool nervous thing
She went to whipping it
Had to tell her “Lil baby I’m proud of you”
Flex your bank account without a salary
In this bank and this lettuce and radish due
Ima keep it clean in case I see you
She said “Babe, tell me how you missing but you never ride by
I got all little girlfriends” that is really cool
And I can tell you all the time

[Bridge 2: Young Thug]
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Aye!)
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you (Whoo!)
You, you, you, you
Say, you, you, you, you
I’m proud of you, aye

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
She put the Energizer batteries in my bank
I can eat PM brownish
Tell her how I feel, just like Harriet Tubman
Take me to feed ’em like Harriet Tubman
Pray for me even though I don’t deserve it
Get off your knees and bend over and bust it
We nobody, get the poser, not business
TV’s made it easier to have a discussion
Wow, wow, I’m so fucking proud
Keep taking backshots like that
Fuck around, give your ass a child
You are a keychain of colors
On me fireworks she fucking wild
I can see it now, I believe first
No bandwagon, no T-Shirt
Know you’re going like a fucking meteor
Did you bring a friend? I ain’t see her
Tell her digitally tryna keep her
Proud of you, I study you, I do the research baby

[Outro: Young Thug]
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Yeah!)
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you (Oh!)
You, you, you, you, you baby
You, you, you, you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you

Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music!
You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you

Piotr Sobolczyk – Built On A One Night Stand lyrics

Ro-ma, roma-mance
Mal-ta, mal-tabloid

You text an invitation to your place
To a profile photo at 9 PM
Chase you cut to the chase
My invitation to a bar was too much phlegm?
Phlegm or flame?
And although you think it’s a perfect blend
Single Malt didn’t mature on a one night stand

You say you want a relationship
Just it’s your only free day within days
And I’ll regret it if I skip
‘Cos otherwise there’s no second phase
Phase or face?
Yet this harsh law I wish to amend:
Rome wasn’t built on a one night stand

You look for Rome in Rome oh wanderer!
You look for Romeo in Romeo
You wave your hand to a waverer
What was firm now will flow
Flow o flaw?
And although it’s talking to a wall, do comprehend:
Rome wasn’t built one a one night stand

Sometimes I go on a short trip
And instead of a boyfriend I look for a boy
And I sow what I will reap
So you can call my coy
Coyness or gayness?
But I tell you only castles in the sand
Can be built on a one night stand

And although now you hold the key to wonderland
Rome wasn’t built one a one night stand

And although I’m an adult and I might consent
Rome wasn’t built one a one night stand

And although I’m not straight I don’t always bend
Rome wasn’t built one a one night stand

And you answer: welcome o the pleasuredome
All one night stands lead to Rome

SZA – Broken Clocks lyrics

[Verse 1]
Run fast from my day job
Runnin’ fast from the way it was
Jump quick to a pay check
Runnin’ back to the strip club
I’m never going back, never going back
No you can’t make me
Never going back, never going back (nah)
They’ll never take me (yeah)
I’ve paid enough of petty dues
I’ve heard enough of shitty news
I’ve had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
Love dirty men alike

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh
Better day than yesterday (keep cuttin’ up)
Ooh oh
I just take it day by day (t’yeah)
Ooh oh oh
Never hearing what they say (uh)
Ooh ooh (eh)
I just do it my way

[Chorus]
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain’t got no time
Just burning daylight
Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
It’s still love, still love (still love), still love
It’s still love but it’s still love
Nothin’ but love for you (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love

[Post-Chorus]
All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
Think I’ve forgot, you love me
You love me, you love me

[Verse 2]
Got a shift at 10 AM
Gotta dip at 10 PM
Gotta get that cash
Won’t get past the lunch break
I ain’t had a smoke break
In about two days don’t break
Been about three years since I dated you
Why you still talking ’bout me like we together?
I moved on for the better, you moved on to whoever
I was down for whatever and then some
You gon’ make me late to work again

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh
Better day than yesterday
Ooh oh
I just take it day by day
Ooh oh oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh ooh
I just do it my way (just do it)

[Chorus]
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain’t got no time
Just burning daylight
Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
It’s still love, still love, still love (still love)
It’s still love but it’s still love (still love)
Nothin’ but love for you
Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love

[Bridge]
I don’t eat, can’t sleep past 9 AM
Heartbeat make me feel young again (make me feel like a)
Can’t beat em just join the party (come and join the party)
I don’t wanna, don’t need nobody (ooh)

[Post-Chorus]
All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
Think I’ve forgot, you love me
You love me, you love me

[Outro]
You love me
You love me
You love me

Sammie – Expiration Date

[Guitar] Xeryus
[Verse 1]
Girl, you’re so far gone, I know you meant it
You cut all your hair off, yeah these days you’re lookin’ different
You switched up your number ’cause I had to use the DM
I was dialin’ the old one from AM, noon, to PM, shit
So your mama know we broke up
I see you blocked me, baby, grow up
Don’t shut me out, baby girl, hold up
I know that you heard all this before
I never thought I’d see the day when you ignore me

[Pre-Chorus]
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
She finds the strength to up and leave
And she wakes up and finally sees
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy

[Chorus]
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah
You’ve reached your expiration date

[Verse 2]
Let me guess, I bet you’re all in your group text
Textin’ your girls how I’m a dog now
And I bet they’re goin’ in
You keep on listenin’ to your friends
Although they’re single and they’re played out
You’re prolly goin’ out tonight
You’re prolly gettin’ dressed up right now
You’re prolly gettin’ drunk tonight
You’re plottin’ how you’re gon’ get me back somehow
Oh, baby, I know
How tables turn, yeah, I know
You live and learn, yeah, I know
I know

[Pre-Chorus]
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
She finds the strength to up and leave
And she wakes up and finally sees
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy

[Chorus]
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah
You’ve reached your expiration date
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh, oh
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh
I’m sorry

SZA – Broken Clocks

[Verse 1]
Run fast from my day job
Runnin’ fast from the way it was
Jump quick to a pay check
Runnin’ back to the strip club
I’m never going back, never going back
No you can’t make me
Never going back, never going back (nah)
They never take me (yeah)
I’ve paid enough of petty dues
I’ve had enough of shitty news
I’ve had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
Love dirty men alike

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh
Better day than yesterday (keep cuttin’ up)
Ooh oh
I just take it day by day
Ooh oh oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh ooh
I just do it my way

[Chorus]
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain’t got no time
Just burning daylight
Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
It’s still love, still love (still lovin’), still love
It’s still love but it’s still love
Nothin’ but love for you (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love

[Post-Chorus]
All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
Think I’ve forgot, you love me
You love me
You love me

[Verse 2]
Got a shift at 10 AM
Gotta dip at 10 PM
Gotta get that cash
Won’t get past the lunch break
I ain’t had a smoke break
In about two days don’t break
Been about three years since I dated you
Why you still talking ’bout me like we together?
I moved on for the better
You moved on to whoever
I was down for whatever and then some
You gon’ make me late to work again

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh
Better day than yesterday
Ooh oh
I just take it day by day
Ooh oh oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh ooh
I just do it my way (just do it)

[Chorus]
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain’t got no time
Just burning daylight
Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
It’s still love, still love, still love (still lovin’)
It’s still love but it’s still love (still lovin’)
Nothin’ but love for you
Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love

[Bridge]
I don’t eat, can’t sleep past 9 AM
Heartbeat make me feel young again (like a snail, like a)
Can’t beat em just join the party (come and join the party)
I don’t wanna, don’t need nobody

[Post-Chorus]
All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
Think I’ve forgot, you love me
You love me
You love me
You love me
You love me
You love me

SZA – Broken Clocks (At Grammy Awards 2018) (Live)

[Verse 1]
Run fast from my day job
Runnin’ fast from the way it was
Jump quick to a pay check
Runnin’ back to the strip club
I’m never going back, never going back
No you can’t make me
Never going back, never going back (nah)
They never take me (yeah)
I’ve paid enough of petty dues
I’ve had enough of shitty news
I’ve had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
Love dirty men alike

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh
Better day than yesterday (keep cuttin’ up)
Ooh oh
I just take it day by day
Ooh oh oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh ooh
I just do it my way

[Chorus]
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain’t got no time
Just burning daylight
Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
It’s still love, still love (still lovin’), still love
It’s still love but it’s still love
Nothin’ but love for you (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love

[Post-Chorus]
All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
Think I’ve forgot, you love me
You love me
You love me

[Verse 2]
Got a shift at 10 AM
Gotta dip at 10 PM
Gotta get that cash
Won’t get past the lunch break
I ain’t had a smoke break
In about two days don’t break
Been about three years since I dated you
Why you still talking ’bout me like we together?
I moved on for the better
You moved on to whoever
I was down for whatever and then some
You gon’ make me late to work again

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh
Better day than yesterday
Ooh oh
I just take it day by day
Ooh oh oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh ooh
I just do it my way (just do it)

[Chorus]
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain’t got no time
Just burning daylight
Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
It’s still love, still love, still love (still lovin’)
It’s still love but it’s still love (still lovin’)
Nothin’ but love for you
Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love

[Bridge]
I don’t eat, can’t sleep past 9 AM
Heartbeat make me feel young again (like a snail, like a)
Can’t beat em just join the party (come and join the party)
I don’t wanna, don’t need nobody

[Post-Chorus]
All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
Think I’ve forgot, you love me
You love me
You love me
You love me
You love me
You love me

50 Cent Continues Trolling Tyrese Over Will and Jada $5 Million Lie


50 Cent got his hands on more material to troll Tyrese on social media.

In case you do not know, Tyrese has been going through a lot over the past couple of weeks, with allegations from his ex-wife that he abused their 10-year-old daughter. She eventually got out a restraining order against him that triggered a bitter custody battle. At one point, Tyrese posted a video on Instagram of himself crying over the ordeal but that’s not all that went down. He later posted that Will and Jada Smith gave him $5 million to help with his legal fees because he is broke. 50 Cent trolled the Baby Boy actor for crying on the Gram.

Turns out the Will and Jada story was a lie and 50 Cent has already pounced on it. Sources say Will Smith has denied Tyrese story saying that the couple never gave him the money. The rapper posted a screenshot of the story on Balleralert. “Wait so this fool just made some sh*t up. LOL Will like I ain’t give him that #50centralbet tonight 10:30 PM on BET,” 50 Cent wrote. He then posted a video of the R&B singer saying he is waiting on the wire for his Will Smith check. The clip is a mashup of movies scenes from both Tyrese and Will Smith and it’s hilarious.

Tyrese is proclaiming that he is broke and cannot even afford to pay his legal fees but celebrities have been known to portray being broke to avoid paying an enormous child support. In this case, Gibson’s baby mama is asking for a reported $80,000 per month. So clearly, he does not want to be paying that enormous amount in child support, so he is wining and squealing down to the very end hoping that the judge will have sympathy on his and significantly lower the child support amount that his baby mama is asking for.

Wait so ?this fool just made some shit up. LOL Will like I ain't give him that ?#50centralbet tonight 10:30 PM on BET

A post shared by 50 Cent (@50cent) on Nov 8, 2017 at 8:34am PST

? LOL catch 50Central tonight 10:30 PM #50centralbet #frigo

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Kodak Black – Transportin

[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just told it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t fuck with shawty

[Verse 1]
I be booted to the morning, PM to the morning
My lil’ [?] want a bag, I’m easier when I’m rolling
Hold up nigga, don’t you owe me? Yeah you owe me, don’t it?
Like I’m in Islands of Adventure how I stay rolling
Try to diss me
I need you six feet
She say she miss me
Then she went and kissed me
Damn, I’m so crispy
Xans got me dizzy
[?] I ain’t shy
I keep that Glizzy
I was [?] (yeah yeah)
[?]
What the lick read?
Baby, come and lick me
V12, how I’m ridin’ in the 6 speed
I be ballin’ on you niggas out of this league

[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just told it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t fuck with shawty

[Verse 2]
Yeah, that Glock got extended like a outlet
Are you out yet? I ain’t catch you out yet
I’m so damn fly, I do not step
Yeah I pop molly and I pop checks
I don’t where I’m goin’, I’m just floatin’
My dawg got gun license but he let me hold it
All these niggas phony, I do not condone it
I be goin’ ham, I do not baloney
It’s a Kodak moment, yeah
Bought it ’cause I wanted it
I be on the corner, yeah
Fuck the law enforcement
Project Baby got no stroller but I keep pushin’
Shawty love for me to choke her when I’m in that pussy

[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just told it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t fuck with shawty

Transportin – Kodak Black lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – Transportin

Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just told it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t f*ck with shawty.

I be booted to the morning, PM to the morning
My lil’ .. want a bag, I’m easier when I’m rolling
Hold up nigga, don’t you owe me? Yeah you owe me, don’t it?
Like I’m in Islands of Adventure how I stay rolling
Try to diss me
I need you six feet
She say she miss me
Then she went and kissed me
Damn, I’m so crispy
Xans got me dizzy
.. I ain’t shy
I keep that Glizzy
I was .. (yeah yeah).
..
What the lick read?
Baby, come and lick me
V12, how I’m ridin’ in the 6 speed
I be ballin’ on you niggas out of this league.

Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just told it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t f*ck with shawty.

Yeah, that Glock got extended like a outlet
Are you out yet? I ain’t catch you out yet
I’m so damn fly, I do not step
Yeah I pop molly and I pop checks
I don’t where I’m goin’, I’m just floatin’
My dawg got gun license but he let me hold it
All these niggas phony, I do not condone it
I be goin’ ham, I do not baloney
It’s a Kodak moment, yeah
Bought it ’cause I wanted it
I be on the corner, yeah
f*ck the law enforcement
Project Baby got no stroller but I keep pushin’
Shawty love for me to choke her when I’m in that pus*y.

Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just told it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t f*ck with shawtyyy.
Kodak Black lyrics
Video Kodak Black

Ice-T – Shut Up, Be Happy Lyrics

ICE-T
Shut Up, Be Happy Lyrics

(feat. Jello Biafra)

We interrupt this program with a special bulletin:
America is now under marshall law.
All constitutional rights have been suspended.
Stay in your homes.
Do not attempt to contact love ones, insurance agent or attorney.
Shut up.
Do not attempt to think or depression may accure.
Stay in your homes.
Curfew is at 7 PM sharp after work.
Anyone gaught outside of gates of their suveillance sectors after curfew
will be shot.
Remain calm, do not panic.
Your neighborhood watchofficer will be by to collect urine examples in
the morning.
Anyone gaught intefering with the collection of urine examples will be
shot.
Stay in your homes, remain calm.
The number one enemy of progress is question.
National security is more important than individual will.
All port broadcasts will proceed as normal.
No more than two people may gather anywhere without promission.
Use only the drugs described by your boss or supervisor.
Shut up, be happy.
Obey all orders without question.
The comformental mandor is now mandatory.
Be happy.
At last everything is done for you.

Busy Signal Addresses Mic Cut Off At Groovin In NYC

Busy Signal is still fuming after his microphone was cut off during his performance at last week’s Groovin’ In The Park in New York City.

The dancehall deejay wasn’t the only one who was visibly upset, the audience was also angry after the deejay’s set was cut short approximately 20 minutes into his performance. The entire incident seems like it was poor time management by the promoters and R. Kelly was scheduled to perform after Busy Signal. “If me can’t perform then R. Kelly can’t perform either,” Busy said before storming off the show.

“I think some time crunching was going on and I don’t know why they managed it so bad that it reached me,” Busy Signal said. “They didn’t manage the time right and I am very proud of the way I handled it. I asked the 40,000 people at ‘Groovin’ if they liked what was taking place and they said No.”

“I was scheduled to perform at 5 PM and I was there from 3:04 PM way before my time to perform,” Signal told Winford Williams. “I watched other acts performed their full set. People were there anticipated the whole thing and I was there peeping out to get a feel of what to expect and see the venue getting packed, I heard that this show was packed.”

Busy Signal recently got back his United States visa and work permit and this is his first performance in the U.S. in 15 years.

SZA – Broken Clocks (Ctrl Album)

[Verse 1]
Run fast from my day job
Runnin’ fast from the way it was
Jump quick to a pay check
Runnin’ back to the strip club
I’m never going back, never going back
No you can’t make me
Never going back, never going back (nah)
They never take me (yeah)
I’ve paid enough of petty dues
I’ve had enough of shitty news
I’ve had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
Love dirty men alike

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh
Better day than yesterday (keep cuttin’ up)
Ooh oh
I just take it day by day
Ooh oh oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh ooh
I just do it my way

[Chorus]
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain’t got no time
Just burning daylight
Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
It’s still love, still love (still lovin’), still love
It’s still love but it’s still love
Nothin’ but love for you (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love

[Post-Chorus]
All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
Think I’ve forgot, you love me
You love me
You love me

[Verse 2]
Got a shift at 10 AM
Gotta dip at 10 PM
Gotta get that cash
Won’t get past the lunch break
I ain’t had a smoke break
In about two days don’t break
Been about three years since I dated you
Why you still talking ’bout me like we together?
I moved on for the better
You moved on to whoever
I was down for whatever and then some
You gon’ make me late to work again

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh
Better day than yesterday
Ooh oh
I just take it day by day
Ooh oh oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh ooh
I just do it my way (just do it)

[Chorus]
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain’t got no time
Just burning daylight
Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
It’s still love, still love, still love (still lovin’)
It’s still love but it’s still love (still lovin’)
Nothin’ but love for you
Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
Nothin’ but love

[Bridge]
I don’t eat, can’t sleep past 9 AM
Heartbeat make me feel young again (like a snail, like a)
Can’t beat em just join the party (come and join the party)
I don’t wanna, don’t need nobody

[Post-Chorus]
All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
Think I’ve forgot, you love me
You love me
You love me
You love me
You love me
You love me