Soulchef – K.M.A Lyrics

[Verse 1: The 49ers]
I remember back in the days
My teacher used to say
Kids think big
That’s exactly what I did
I thought about Christopher Wallace
And how I’m gonna make a profit
How I’m gonna grub doin’ everything I love
Wrote it down on my paper
Kept it neatly in my Trapper Keeper
Gave it to my teacher
The day I met my first non-believer
And she tried to steal my glory
I felt like Ralphie in a Christmas Story
Like I asked for a Red Rider Carbon Action
Two-hundred shot range model air rifle
I’m not gonna shoot my eye out
But I might write some shit that’ll make her wile out
She laughed in my face
Like Jake’s was a disgrace
And ever since then I’ve kept a bad taste
So Ms. Yorkman, this one’s for you
I won’t ever let a non-believer tell me what I can’t do

This one’s for you

I won’t ever let a non-believer tell me what I can’t do

[Hook]
When they say stop dreaming, get a real job
(You can kiss my ass – kiss my ass!)
And when they say stay real, stop reaching for the clouds
(You can kiss my ass – kiss my ass!)
When there’s a hater in the house, tryin’ to fill your mind with doubts – tell ’em
(You can kiss my ass – you can kiss my ass!)
When you’ve finally got it going, show ’em prove what you’re about – tell ’em
(You can kiss my ass – kiss, kiss my ass!)

[Verse 2: The 49ers]
I wake up late for school
And I don’t wanna go
Cause I’m doin’ all the things
That my Mom don’t wanna know so
Teacher, teacher tell me how you do it
You find a different way everday to say I’m stupid
Night school, summer school, after-school detention
A list of bad apples and my name is getting mentioned
Cause I learn a little different
Plus I’m young and I’m restless
But I ain’t on the path
To the Department of Corrections
Upon further inspection
Observe rap perfection
I know I’m gonna win
Like a rigged up election
Yet I’m seated in the section for a dunce
Looks like I do the same grade more than once
Find me with the rejects, the drunks, and the flunks
But I stay making music that bumps in the trunks
So ahead of the class
Write a rap so fast
Anywhere in the world
I don’t need no pass

[Hook]
When they say stop dreaming and get a real job
(You can kiss my ass – kiss my ass!)
And when they say get real, stop reaching for the clouds
(You can kiss my ass – kiss my ass!)
When there’s a hater in the house, tryin’ to fill your mind with doubts – tell ’em
(You can kiss my ass – you can kiss my ass!)
When you’ve finally got it going, show ’em prove what you’re about – tell ’em
(You can kiss my ass – kiss my ass!)

Kiss my ass brother-f**ker

[Outro]

Joey Bada$$ – King Of The Jungle

[Intro]
Yo Biggie!
What up, son?
What up, son?
Yo! Yo drop that shit!

[Sample]
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house

[Chorus]
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin’ everything in my environment
I ain’t the one

[Verse]
I’m Brooklyn borough thorough
King of the jungle now they all in trouble
Six years strong they can’t knock the hustle
I’ma be here long on some rap Rapunzel shit
Stay close to where I stack my bundles
Wig get a paper cut anytime my tongue’ll lift
I talk sharp, please don’t start with the Don
Guarantee to never do me no harm
I can teach you to raise an army of guns to bust for me
Palm of the napalm, and then drop in the bars calmly
Throw dirt on my palms hardly ever
If I let her bite the fingerprints off of my Gucci sweater
Fuck you know about this boss shit, big talk shit
I spark [?], the shots I call it
Niggas ain’t got bars, they non-alcoholics
I raise the bar so high, that I’m getting brolic from all this
Look, flows is polished, foes demolished
I was raised in them neighborhoods so impoverished
Now I get a little taller when I stand on my wallet
And I bought tracks with the late, great Christopher Wallace
I’m a hip-hop scholar, graduated with the young God Allahs
And the wisdom and the knowledge from all of my forefathers
I pay homage, only right I keep this shit honest
High level shit, they call me your highness bitch

[Sample]
It’s Brooklyn in the house

[Chorus + Sample]
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin’ anything in my environment
I ain’t the one that you niggas should be trying with
It’s Brooklyn in the house
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin’ everything in my environment
I ain’t the one

[Sample]
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house

Migos – T-Shirt – Spotify Mix Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Spotify, yeah
Spotify, Spotify
Spotify, Spotify
Spotify, yeah

[Verse: Offset, Quavo, & Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’, cookie kickin’ like a rider (cookie!)
Bout to get that lamb til’ I thought about that rari (skrr skrr!)
Ain’t no doubt about it I’m yo favorite rapper artist
When you pull out that draco make sure ain’t nobody watching ( brrrt!)
Migos we the topic (Hey!), pockets extra sloppy (slop!)
On Spotify they listenin’ they can’t wait til’ we droppin’
Like my women cocky, (women!) drape em’ in Versace (‘sace!)
Fish scale wallets, Christopher Wallace (white!)
Spotify hit me, told me “Pull Up,” said “I got em’”
Number one no problem, try to stop we droppin’
Culture out there, dropped it, told em, “Hit me” when they cop it
Visuals on North Pole, ain’t no photo shoppin’
Back then when I wasn’t poppin’, y’all people told me stop it
Yeah
Thinkin’ bout money when I say cottage, so much can’t fit in my wallet
Yeah, yeah I might give my fans all my clothes yeah, yeah
I fly to Japan for my shows yeah, yeah
What you sayin’ we get those yeah, yeah
I won’t give no bag to these hoes (yeah)

[Outro: Quavo]
Yeah, no, T-shirt, T-shirt, T-shirt, T-shirt, (white!)
T-shirt, (white) T-shirt (white)
It’s that white, yeah,(white!) it’s that white yeah (white!)
Coco, do it for the Culture
Spotify I give you my word
Number one, we all around the earth
Spotify, we all around the earth
You know we comin’ for what we deserve, yeah
Culture album, out now, go get that, yeah
Yeah, WOO

Common – Black America Again (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane & Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Come look into the eyes of a man named Gucci
Got me peepin’ out the blinds like Malcolm with the Uzi
The government, the church, and the world is so polluted
They callin’ me a criminal when I’m a revolution
Woke up in a prison cell and I had a revelation
That my life’s a testimony, I could be an inspiration
From the 6 to the Chi, got so much in common
Gucci Mane and Common, did you see this comin’?
Nigga with an attitude, a hundred miles and runnin’
I done did some things so dirty that I wish I never done it
All eyes on me, America’s most wanted
It’s so hard to be a Black man in a white man country
Product of the slums with rich white folks’ money
And the police got no love for me, but I’m not scared of nothin’
Mass incarcerate us, man and then they call it "justice"
"Gucci how you feel?" I’m so tired of the fuck shit (Wop)

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know, yeah, yeah
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America

[Verse 2: Common]
The Black diaspora
Supreme math into the after
Life, I live it for the master
Truck drivers passed us
Like Jeremiah and Jasper
Children of Zimbabwe and Madagascar
Africa unite, we on the move like runaway slaves through the night
I write, "Freedom ain’t far"
My North Star’s more than a sports car
Taught by the ancestors who fought for our
Liberation army
Islam palmed me and calmed me
So the world couldn’t blond me
Lectures by Kwame Ture
The ambiance of pan-Africanism
A man after wisdom of the ancients
I paint with words like the brushes of Kehinde Wiley
Black and proud, we wild
We wowed the world with Black magnificence
A symphony for the divine
And we the instruments, Black innocence

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
I confess, I’ve been part of the problem
As of lately, I’m tryin’ to solve ’em
I sold dope and I still talk the jargon
Just like Malcolm ‘fore the X was on him
All these years later, we still the target
Look at Ferguson, Brooklyn and Charlotte
Sellin’ CDs, reachin’ for wallets
Trayvon’d be in his last year of college
I still mourn for Christopher Wallace
What happened in Dallas does not give me solace
So I acknowledge my flaws, apolige
Hey young world, just givin’ you the knowledge
The knowledge

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America
I’ll take you there
To get in, oh
Black America
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America