Rupaul – London Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m livin’ my life
In London
I’m doin’ it right
In London
Night after night
In London
The bright party lights
In London

[Verse 1]
Who says you can’t have it all
If that’s your cup of tea
I say you can have it all
Footloose and fancy free

[Chorus]
I’m livin’ my life
In London
I’m doin’ it right
In London
Night after night
In London
The bright party lights
In London

[Post-Chorus]
Night after night
Night after night
Night after night
Night after night
Night after night
Night after night

[Verse 2]
From Brixton down to Wembley
As it was meant to be
Big, Big Ben, the London Eye
Is watching over me

[Chorus]
I’m livin’ my life
In London
I’m doin’ it right
In London
Night after night
In London
The bright party lights
In London

[Bridge]
They’re gonna take the Underground, Un-Un-Underground
Underground, Un-Un-Underground
Take the Underground, Un-Un-Underground
Underground, come on, baby, come with me
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus]
I’m livin’ my life
In London
I’m doin’ it right
In London
Night after night
In London
The bright party lights
In London

[Outro]
They’re gonna take the Underground, Un-Un-Underground
Underground, Un-Un-Underground
Take the Underground, Un-Un-Underground
Underground, come on, baby, come with me

G-Eazy – Big Ben Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: Preme & G-Eazy]
Right here in the game, swear I’ma win
Fresh out the pen, ain’t going back there again
My baby mama no drama, said she don’t need me to spend
Told her just cop the car seat and I’ma buy you the Benz (Skrrt-skrrt)
Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten
This a big boy clock, I call my watch Big Ben
Ya’ll fight for dollars and cents like y’all ain’t got no sense
Niggas killing to live, like would it kill you to live?
If you diss, get mopped, I clean up my shit
My lil’ bro got shot, I felt like I got hit
All my dogs brought sticks, told ’em I got this
Gotta take those risks, we abide by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I’m dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin’, but the bad bitches love this
Thug shit, I could fuck her slow and make her cum quick (Yeah)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Hit the studio, I came straight from the YSL fashion show
Word to Anthony Vaccarello, we skipped the after, though
I get this cash to flow, models asking, “Who has the blow?”
Uppers and downers, can’t tell if I’m moving fast or slow
She just took acid, just kicked in
Got the big face Rollie, call my watch Big Ben
Zero to sixty in three, this a big boy Benz
Black on black, I whipped the Batmobile, it must be him
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt
I’m killing ’em when I’m in my ‘Rari, feel like a hearse
My garage look like the Jay Leno lot, your feelings hurt
I threw her ten, she put some new plastic under her shirt, look
It’s just a gesture, you’re welcome, look, it’s my pleasure
Put a Birkin on her dresser, it’s like she discovered treasure
Plus the YSL clutch, really, it took no effort
I’m Curry in the clutch, look, I dominate under pressure, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben (Yeah)

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
My piece she put her tongue on, ain’t fucking ‘less the glove’s on
I’m stuck inside her head just like a love song, no doubt
Been one of the best out, your music got me stressed out
‘Cause they ain’t got no bars like they fresh out, big clout
Talk about the best, you got me fucked up if I’m left out
The only white boy in the world who could bring the west out
Girls at my shows on shoulders, she pulls her breasts out
On her boyfriend, he’s miserable, feeling left out
Last night we got high as shit, almost feel like I died a bit
I just fucked a stranger, I asked her name while she ride my dick
Rumors spreading quick, I tell her to chill and quiet it
Rock and roll stories I’ll save the rest for the biopic (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben

Lexy Lopes – Blck Sheep lyrics

Intro- Talking Portuguese:
A Minha Filha Nao Sabe Fazer Nada
Nao Sabe Fazer Comer, Nao Fazer Nada
Nao Sabe Nao Sabe Limpar A Casa
Esta Muida Nao Vai A Lado Nenhum Com A Vida, A Lado Nenhum
Paula!!!
Burra, Estupida, Nao Vai A Lado Nenhum
Tas A Tentar Tudo, Nao Sabes Fazer Nada
Nao Vai A Lado Nenhum

Verse 1:
I am so strange never on the same page
They be trying to lock me in, I don’t do well encaged
Everyone seems plugged in I can’t seem to engage
They told me my age and lexy it’s too late,
So I took matters into my own hands, refused a wage
Bought rage to the stage put power in the bars call ’em Luke Cage
Flash when I come through I’m on 100 M. P. H
Push me over the edge, I found comfort in uncomfortable
My family’s support is (hmmm)
When the money hits the requests are remarkable
When the racks become countable, No! You can’t count on this fool
To them I was like the Pokemon unknown
The unknowable I’m able to know
I planted my seed no doubt this gone grow
I ain’t got that Kit Kat lifestyle take no more breaks
Unbreakable but I’m just able to break
Keep energy good around me, I want no fakes
I won’t take a miss, commit no more mis-takes
System just been through a woke update
Watch out for me coz soon I will be putting them dates.

Chorus (Ft Kadeem Lopes)
(Black Sheep Black Sheep)
I am the Black Sheep
They Call Me The Black Sheep (They Call Me The Black Sheep)
Black Sheep Black Sheep (Echo)
(Black Sheep Black Sheep)
I am the Black Sheep
They Call Me The Black Sheep
(They Call Me The Black Sheep)
(Black Sheep Black Sheep)
They Call Me The Black Sheep

Verse 2
I’m immune to the timetable I don’t work to Big Ben, Big Brother, none of them are my friends,
As I turn up my flames I can feel them approaching my Zen
People give up their dreams like every day is lent
They got em working in straight lines mine are all bent
Flames born at sea, I must be special I must sent
They keep trying to pin me down but I am no tent
Some form of descent
Somehow I’m exempt.
I know I’m here for something different
I be the glitch in this game you just can’t fix it
I’m the unconnected introvert like I’m burning bridges
I seem​ ​to hear things on different pitches
No lump sum can define my riches
I make averages start twitching
As I enter the building they can feel the infringement
The queen presence is so instinctive
​I be taking over but approach is so vintage.
They be trying understand the language but their understanding is so vivid
You got open up my third eye to get the linkage
I call my work rate planet earth while yours is just village
That means your so finish.

Chorus (Ft Kadeem Lopes)
(Black Sheep Black Sheep)
I am the Black Sheep
They Call Me The Black Sheep (They Call Me The Black Sheep)
Black Sheep Black Sheep (Echo)
(Black Sheep Black Sheep)
I am the Black Sheep
They Call Me The Black Sheep
(They Call Me The Black Sheep)
(Black Sheep Black Sheep)
They Call Me The Black Sheep

Outro:
Don’t take advice from people who ain’t gone to the top
Be Different, Be Yourself
How you gonna stand out from the rest if like everybody else
Makes no sense
Be the black sheep
I’m proud to be one

Royce Da 5’9″ – Caterpillar Remix (feat. Logic & King Green) lyrics

[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]
You will not be able to stay home brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on scag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain’t number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin’ that they number one

[Post-Chorus: Royce Da 5’9]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing, ohh
We in the war, where butterflies keep dyin’ (ahh)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9]
I’m a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn’t do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there’s a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
I’m tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y’all my children, y’all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don’t you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that’s degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I’m skippin’ class to be fascinatin’
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit’s just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here’s my battle cry

[Pre-Chorus: Royce Da 5’9]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing, ohh
We in the war, where butterflies keep dyin’ (ahh)

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain’t number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin’ that they number one
Kid think your number won’t quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it’s all done then your number gon’ switch

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9]
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I’ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we’re friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who’s not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin’ you never knew
Always stay professional, you always gon’ make revenue
Don’t let people next to you that don’t want the best for you
It’s completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do
Everything these niggas be sayin’ is a fuckin’ lie
It’s nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you praisin’ the butterfly
Don’t you ever disrespect the fuckin’ caterpillar

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain’t number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin’ that they number one
Kid think your number won’t quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it’s all done then your number gon’ switch

[Verse 3: Logic]
Yeah, sold a quarter million records in my first week
And BET still don’t wanna let me perform
Maybe it’s ’cause my pigment, maybe I’m being ignant
Maybe it’s all a figment of my imagination
And exaggeration exacerbates that I’m the illest, yes
How many are willing to kill us?
We the realest, that’s why they feel us the best
But I don’t give a fuck about this rap shit, not really though
Shittin’ on a brother I should love, man, that’s silly, yo
Fuck all this division and lyrical incision
It’s time to unify cause hip-hop is beautiful, it’s you and I
And it doesn’t discriminate if you black or white
And you Christian or Muslim
It just love ’em and put nothin’ above ’em
I just want to be remembered as a good person
Dispersin’ a message of hope while the world worsens
And the media will still find a way
To turn us into clickbait and misquote
Wanna keep the peace, but if you do that
I’ma slit throats, sike, nah
“Logic’s such a hypocrite”, you can take a hike, nah
Right now, I’m here to talk about suicide and depression
Anxiety, mental health and all that shit you scared to mention
Yeah, I could talk about the millions I’ve amassed
But now just ain’t the time or place
It’s crazy how everyone so obsessed with my race
Cause I’m proud to be black, but matter of fact
If it was flipped around and every time somebody asked me
What it was like to be a white rapper
“What’s it like to be a white rapper, Logic?”
Oh and I was just like, just never talked about it like
“Man, it’s just so great being a white rapper
White, white, white, white everything
White man, being white’s so great, wow it’s so great”
And then some brother was like, “Ayy, ain’t yo daddy black?!”
And I was like “Oh shit!”
And the whole world be like “What, are you scared to be black?
Are you ashamed to be black?! Motherfucker, fuck you!
Fuck you, you piece of shit, mixed, biracial, fucking cunt”
(That’s how they be)
Cole said fuck all this black and white, it’s time to unite
Be who you are, identify as a star
Fuck all the jewelry and money inside of yo car
You still just a person and I’m still dispersin’ these lyrics
Fuck the rap ego shit, just be a good person now that’s the spirit
Shoutout to true emcees that love the culture
From Duckworth to Chano, Jermaine and Joey
And Aubrey and can’t forget Bobby
To every emcee who knows that this is truly a way of life
And not just a hobby, uh, not just a hobby, uh
Not just a hobby, this is a way of life
Shout out to Bobby, the L-O-G-I-C, this shit a way of life
This shit a way of life, yeah

Royce Da 5’9″ – Caterpillar (feat. Eminem & King Green) lyrics

[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]
You will not be able to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain’t number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin’ that they number one

[Post-Chorus: Royce Da 5’9]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin’ (ahh)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9]
I’m a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If didn’t do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there’s a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtered mics
I’m tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y’all my children, y’all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don’t you rate me next to these rappers, baby, that’s degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I’m skippin’ class to be fascinatin’
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit’s just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring [etiquette] to these patterns, and here’s my battle cry

[Pre-Chorus: Royce Da 5’9]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin’ (ahh)

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain’t number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin’ that they number one
Kid think your number won’t quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it’s all done then your number gon’ switch

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9]
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I’ma never do
Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we’re friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who’s not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin’ you never knew
Always stay professional
You always gon’ make revenue
Don’t let people next to you that don’t want the best for you
It’s completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything these niggas be sayin’ is a fuckin’ lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you raisin’ the butterfly
Don’t you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain’t number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin’ that they number one
Kid think your number won’t quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it’s all done then your number gon’ switch

[Verse 3: Eminem & Royce Da 5’9]
You looking at her tell her
The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don’t tell me when I’m supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper ain’t even half as ill
A savage still, the track’s a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You’re havin’ a little trouble fathomin’ this is actually happenin’
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half and then had the shit hangin’ by a flap of skin after he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I’m batty like eyelids when they’re blinkin’ a lot
You copy me, but you’re not
You can’t be butterflies
My offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I’ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguisher off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
‘Till the shingles come off the roof will shatter the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it’s King of the Dot
A singular thought I’d think I would help you distinguish your bomboclat from the cream of the crop
Wait a minute
Hold up like a flashcard
Damn dog, is that copyin’ or payin’ homage?
It’s sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather
I have to rehatch on you
Come back as black wasp
Half yellow jacket, you can’t swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it
Dammit, I can’t stop it
The rap is a vag’ and I’m goin’ in like a tampon in this bitch
It’s a manslaughter
Stampin’ out grasshoppers, you can’t be no Rap Gods
In fact you’re exact opposites
You make a wack song, and can’t hold a candle
But even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number twos ’cause that’s all I dos with ’em
Poop is my suit and I’m
On the john like a prostitute when I’m droppin’ a deuce
And when I’m producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloon
’cause these bars always got my stools in ’em
And I don’t need Metamucil to loosen them
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I’m ’bout to go spin another cocoon and I’m cuttin’ you from your mother’s womb then I’m flushin’ you