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Akala – Bullshit Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
They rob the third world of every cent
Now that’s bullshit
Now you got third world debt
Now that’s bullshit
You get your cheque there’s never nothing left
Now that’s bullshit
Then you pay tax on what you spend
Now that’s bullshit
Then you even gotta pay tax on your pension
(Now that’s bullshit)
They still wanna take your inheritance
(Now that’s bullshit)
English kids rappin’ American
Now that’s bullshit
The war is bullshit, It’s all bullshit
Extending the congestion charge
(Now that’s bullshit)
Never fucking nowhere to park
(Now that’s bullshit)
Most of what you learn in class
Now that’s bullshit
Especially regarding the past
Now that’s bullshit
Men beating up on their spouse
(Now that’s bullshit)
Rockin’ jewels but you ain’t got a house
(Now that’s bullshit)
Every single syllable that come out your mouth
(Now that’s bullshit)
(The war is bullshit
It’s all bullshit)

[Hook]
(Bullshit)
Politicians talk never do shit
(It’s bullshit)
All of what they feed us in the news
(It is bullshit)
Plus what they teach us in the schools
(It is bullshit)
The war is bullshit, It’s all bullshit
(Bullshit)
Politicians talk never do shit
(It’s bullshit)
All of what they feed us in the news
(It is bullshit)
Plus what they teach us in the schools
(It is bullshit)
(The war is bullshit, It’s all bullshit)

[Verse 2]
Pull me over 5 times in a day
Now that’s bullshit
And I got attitude if I have something to say
(Now that’s bullshit)
The wage MPs get paid
(Now that’s bullshit)
They won’t give firefighters a raise
Now that’s bullshit

Football fans monkey sounds
(Now that’s bullshit)
Black players that didn’t speak out
(Now that’s bullshit)
White players that didn’t speak out
Now that’s bullshit
The war is bullshit, It’s all bullshit

Places where kids can’t eat
Now that’s bullshit
But AK47s are free
Now that’s bullshit
Here you go fight for me
Now that’s bullshit
And I’ll take the minerals please
Now that’s bullshit
Traffic wardens getting commission
Now that’s bullshit
The motherfuckin weather in Britain
Now that’s bullshit
All them weak raps that your spittin
(Now that’s bullshit)
The war is bullshit, It’s all bullshit

[Hook]
(Bullshit)
Politicians talk never do shit
(It’s bullshit)
All of what they feed us in the news
(It is bullshit)
Plus what they teach us in the schools
(It is bullshit)
(The war is bullshit, It’s all bullshit)

(Bullshit)
Politicians talk never do shit
(It’s bullshit)
All of what they feed us in the news
(It is bullshit)
Plus what they teach us in the schools
(It is bullshit)
(The war is bullshit, It’s all bullshit)

[Verse 3]
AIDS comes from Africans fuckin a monkey
(Now that’s bullshit)
Farrakhan banned from the country
Now that’s bullshit
Rapists come here and it’s lovely
(Now that’s bullshit)
What the fuck is wrong with our government?
(Now that’s bullshit)

Pedophiles get light sentence
(Now that’s bullshit)
Ask yourself why they defend them
(Now that’s bullshit)
Broke niggas flossing with benzes
(Now that’s bullshit, the world is bullshit
It’s all bullshit)
We invaded Iraq cause we were checking
(That’s bullshit)
If they had weapons we would have kept stepping
(Bullshit)
Saddam would have bus it with no question
No bullshit
Pretty much every rap record
Now that’s bullshit
Black boys killing each other
Now that’s bullshit
Especially cause it’s over nothing
(Now that’s bullshit)
I rep my ends and I’m thuggin’
(Now that’s bullshit)
Look at what we do to our mothers
(Now that’s bullshit)

[Hook]
(Bullshit)
Politicians talk never do shit
(It’s bullshit)
All of what they feed us in the news
(It is bullshit)
Plus what they teach us in the schools
(It is bullshit)
(The war is bullshit)
(It’s all bullshit)
(Bullshit)
Politicians talk never do shit
(It’s bullshit)
All of what they feed us in the news
(It is bullshit)
Plus what they teach us in the schools
(It is bullshit)
(The war is bullshit, It’s all bullshit
BULLSHIT)

(That’s bullshit)

Sybyr – Set It Off Lyrics

[Verse]
Looking at me like I’m made of f**kin’ silicone
Regret my patience, I’ma slam you with a f**king phone
Shockwaves to your nerves, television
Keep a rack inside Iraq, in case I need a bond
Skull crackin’, boots on, with the heels off
Turbo tanking in her ass crack, set it off
Need these checks in the bank, need a money tank
Stupid, tall, goofy-lookin’ black bitch, climbing ranks

[Chorus]
Ooh shit, set it off, ooh shit, set it off
Ooh shit, set it off, ooh shit, set it off
Ooh shit, set it off, ooh shit, set it off
Ooh shit, set it off, ooh shit, set it off

Vant – The Answer Lyrics

[Solo]

[Intro]
C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Call me
Won’t you call me?
C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Can you inform me?
What’s the story?
What’s the answer?

[Chorus]
Won’t you give me the answer?
The answer
The answer

[Solo]

[Verse 1]
Chemical conflict 1429 die, die
400 children just let them lie, lie, lie
We can’t interfere in case of criticism
We need another term, not another Afghanistan

[Chorus]
Won’t you give me the answer?
The answer
The answer

[Verse 2]
100K is A-OK, it’ll all blow over, what the hell can I say?
1000K well Iraq was Iraq, you know the USA will take and never give back
You’re from England well “Hello there my brother”
Keep sucking my dick, while my friend f**ks your mother

[Outro]
Does that give you the answer?
The answer
The answer
The answer

Mir Fontane – Next Lyrics

[Chorus:]
I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next
Cause I’ve got right now
This time right here, this how it’s going down
Watch how I dance on ‘em, you know I ain’t playing with ‘em
They f**k with the best
And I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next!
Cause I’ve got right now
My time is right here, this how it’s going down
Watch how I dance on ‘em, you know I ain’t playing with ‘em
They f**k with the best
And I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next!

[Verse 1:]
f**k being humble, I’m talking heavy
I’m a beast that made it out the f**king belly
Gunshots, 40 Glock confetti
See they tried to kill me like I’m Machiavelli
Ain’t shit sweet, ain’t no Ben And Jerry’s
I come from the side where it’s very scary
Make ya palms itch and make ya hands sweaty
I grew up with Jason, went to school with Freddy
I swear I’m worth ‘bout a hundred mill
Ain’t pop a pill for no record deal
Lil’ homie keep the twin choppers for the funny business
Call it Key and Peele
Bad bitches doing hula-hoops, just wanna be ‘round some rap niggas
Relax yourself, let ya titties loose
I don’t kiss ass, but my ass kisser
Kyrie Irving, got the green on me
Got some shit you never seen homie
My JET Beauty, she a gangsta bitch, known to keep a couple magazines on her
Youngin’ grew up in the projects, picture Iraq and just use that for context
Niggas act like they ain’t witness the process
Everyday Struggle like I work for Complex

[Chorus:]
I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next
Cause I’ve got right now
This time right here, this how it’s going down
Watch how I dance on ‘em, you know I ain’t playing with ‘em
They f**k with the best
And I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next!
Cause I’ve got right now
My time is right here, this how it’s going down
Watch how I dance on ‘em, you know I ain’t playing with ‘em
They f**k with the best
And I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next!

Offset – North Star Lyrics

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[Intro: Offset]
Shit got real, we was standin’ in the rain, woah (Real)
I got four kids, know we need to spend some time, oh

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m grindin’ without the sleep (Hey)
I pray to get out of the street
I sit back and watch and see (Watch)
They plot they enemies (Plot)
They try to split the three
This shit longer than centuries (Woo)
Shit be botherin’ me
I got scars under my sleeve (Scars)
The blogs is after me (Blogs is after me)
They tryna capture me (Tryna capture me)
They lyin’ about the hoes, it’s fuckin’ my bitch up mentally (Lie)
Shit be glitter, it don’t be gold the fame can fuck up your family (Lie)
It’s hard to hold ’em, I’m sorry I fold
But you can’t do this shit back to me (Sorry I fold)
Sippin’ on 4-4 while I’m lane switchin’ (4-4)
Thinkin’ about my woes, let the gang get in
Niggas start crossin’ out they bros let they fame get ’em (Who?)
Suckin’ out my soul, she got a brain difference
Throwin’ up big B’s, Bent’ Bentyaga (Big B)
She ain’t up to speed like my baby
Hop, hop in that new ‘ghini and race it (Skrrt)
This is not a dream, no fugazi (Dream, dream, dream)

[Interlude: Offset]
Mouth wide, I’ma dive in
We from the north side
We from the north side of the island

[Verse 2: Offset]
Master of my craft, go through the rough draft
Watchin’ all my maps, calculate my cap (Calculate)
This is real rap, Offset sack ’em like Warren Sapp
Music like the trap, get the product and relapse
Crown me the king, addiction to lean
But if I can’t sip it then mama I can’t even sleep (Yeah)
Got skeletons all in my closet, I’m scared to peek (Scared to peek)
They thought I was gon’ fail if you ask me
They don’t really want me on, oh so sad to me
They know I’m too strong, can’t assassin me
I’ma always be good, don’t feel bad for me
This the mind of a maniac, you believe in the internet (Hey)
I receive and I give it back, greet the people when in Iraq
Let me lead the pack, I’ma let everyone eat the racks (Eat)
We don’t feed the rats (Feed), all I speak is facts
Autopilot on the jet, my dawg caught a lick
Mama had a nigga scared, hide the pistol ’round my shit

[Chorus: CeeLo Green]
There is no such thing as peace or privacy
And if you felt this low down you’d get high as me
I’m beginning to question what I believe
It’s so lonely in the light, it’s lonely, I repeat
But I cannot cry
And I’m acting like I cannot die
But I’ve gotta burn brighter
To be the north star in the dark night sky
And I just can’t cry
They’re acting like I cannot die
‘Cause I’ve gotta burn brighter
To be the north star in the dark night sky

[Bridge: CeeLo Green]
Look up, look down and look around for me
I’ll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up)
‘Cause I’ll be high up in the sky
And I’ll always be there, I will always be there
Don’t look down or look around for me
I’ll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up)
‘Cause I’ll be high up in the sky
And I’ll always be there, I will always be there

[Outro: CeeLo Green]
‘Cause I’m the north star in the dark night sky
I can’t cry
Yes, I could die
To be the north star in the dark night sky
Can’t cry
Yes, I could die
To be the north star in the dark night sky

Rock Mason – The Fields lyrics

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Cambodia- bosnia -Rawanda-Mans inhumanity to man continues today
In the killing fields -Nothing has changed
In the fields today-There, S death and dismay
In the fields today- dead bodies still lay
In the fields today-They kill the same way
Ethnic cleansing (ethnic albanians) racial hygiene (somalia)
Racial purity (iraq) gene pool (afghanistan)
In the fields today-Nothing has changed
In the fields today- slaughter for pay
In the fields today- they kill the same way
Have you lost your self respect the things you do just make you less
The evil that you perpetrate will stay with you there, S no escape
The time will come when you will pay for your atrocities today

Tribal conflict- ethnic tension- traditional hatred- eye for an eye
In the fields today- the bodies decay
In the fields today- there, S murder and hate
In the fields today- they kill the same way
Over population- sub humans -Psychiatry- control
In the fields today- there, S death and dismay
In the fields today- psychiatrists play
In the fields today- they kill the same way (syria)
In the fields – in the fields…..

Young Rockstar – No Divider lyrics

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[Intro]
It’s Young Rockstar baby
Young Skelter ain’t sorry though

[Hook]
Higher, your chick she getting higher
Got your girl on dope and I’m the provider
Stretch her pussy out, yeah I make her wider
Money multiply, yeah that’s no divider
Higher, your chick she getting higher
Got your girl on dope and I’m the provider
Stretch her pussy out, yeah I make her wider
Money multiply, yeah that’s no divider

[Verse 1]
Fire, all of my shit be fire
Spyder, I’m pulling up in a Spyder
I rock, niggas be shooting like Iraq
Rival, I ending your shit, you rival
Wire, we sending the money through wire
Feds’ listening so no outsiders
Prada, that’s Gucci, I’m wearing Margelia
My money multiply, that’s no divider

[Hook]
Higher, your chick she getting higher
Got your girl on dope and I’m the provider
Stretch her pussy out, yeah I make her wider
Money multiply, yeah that’s no divider
Higher, your chick she getting higher
Got your girl on dope and I’m the provider
Stretch her pussy out, yeah I make her wider
Money multiply, yeah that’s no divider

[Verse 2]
Rider, I’m fuckin your bitch, she ride out
On her celli’ talking to you like right now
And I ain’t sorry no, no, no, no, no
And she ain’t sorry, no, no, no, no
We stacking the money, we stacking this shmoney
We get it on D-low
I’m like an accountant, I’m into the counting
The comma’s and zero’s
Early this morning on the Hot 97
I listen to Ebro, yeah
Young Rockstar, Young Skelter the heroes yeah

[Hook]
Higher, your chick she getting higher
Got your girl on dope and I’m the provider
Stretch her pussy out, yeah I make her wider
Money multiply, yeah that’s no divider
Higher, your chick she getting higher
Got your girl on dope and I’m the provider
Stretch her pussy out, yeah I make her wider
Money multiply, yeah that’s no divider

[Outro]
Yeah, that’s no divider
Yeah, that’s no divider
It’s Young Rockstar baby
Young Skelter ain’t sorry tho

Taylor Swift – Bad Blood (Remix) (feat. Kendrick Lamar) lyrics

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[Intro: Taylor Swift]
Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you’ve done
Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood, hey!

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I can’t take it back, look where I’m at
We was on D like DOC, remember that?
My TLC was quite OD, ID my facts
Now POV of you and me, similar Iraq
I don’t hate you but I hate to critique, overrate you
These beats of a dark heart, use basslines to replace you
Take time and erase you, love don’t hear no more
No I don’t fear no more
Better yet, respect ain’t quite sincere no more

[Pre-Chorus: Taylor Swift]
Oh, it’s so sad to
Think about the good times
You and I

[Chorus: Taylor Swift]
Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you’ve done
Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood, hey!
Now we’ve got problems
And I don’t think we can solve ’em
You made a really deep cut
And baby, now we’ve got bad blood, hey!

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Remember when you tried to write me off?
Remember when you thought I’d take a loss?
Don’t you remember? You thought that I would need ya
Follow procedure, remember? Oh wait, you got amnesia
It was my season for battle wounds, battle scars
Body bumped, bruised
Stabbed in the back; brimstone, fire jumping through
Still, all my life, I got money and power
And you gotta live with the bad blood now

[Pre-Chorus: Taylor Swift]
Oh, it’s so sad to
Think about the good times
You and I

[Chorus: Taylor Swift]
Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you’ve done
Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood, hey!
Now we’ve got problems
And I don’t think we can solve ’em
You made a really deep cut
And baby, now we’ve got bad blood, hey!

[Bridge: Taylor Swift (Kendrick Lamar)]
Band-Aids don’t fix bullet holes
You say sorry just for show
You live like that, you live with ghosts
(You forgive, you forget but you never let it go)
Band-Aids don’t fix bullet holes
You say sorry just for show
If you live like that, you live with ghosts
If you love like that, blood runs cold!

[Chorus: Taylor Swift]
Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you’ve done
Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood, hey!
Now we’ve got problems
And I don’t think we can solve ’em
You made a really deep cut
And baby, now we’ve got bad blood, hey!

[Chorus: Taylor Swift]
Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you’ve done
Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood, hey!
Now we’ve got problems
And I don’t think we can solve ’em
You made a really deep cut
And baby, now we’ve got bad blood, hey!

Future – Onions Lyrics

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[Intro]
I’m just onions
Yacht club on Smash
Yeah

[Chorus]
Myanmar nigga hot, I’m just onions
Cold bottles on bottles, I’m just onions
100,000 old whites, I’m just onions
Coots all on coots, I’m just onions
(A teal latrine)
A kippah, Kangol bags, bitches, Whitney too
And we ain’t never going back to what we used to do
I was gon’ lie to you but I had to tell the troops
I’m just being onions

[Verse]
My piss is coming back dirty, I’m just being onions
Got bitches kissing on bitches, I’m just being onions
I’m a rockstar for life, I’m just being onions (W!)
Got a check on me right now, I’m just big onions (Cigarette!)
We done turnt up on pepper dill, gonna hit onions (Cigarette!)
I ain’t nothing but a doughboy, I’m just being onions
These niggas getting shot for being onions
I fucked a home spa, I’m just being onions
I’ma stack it til Iraq, I’m just being onions
Anna, drop, fart, Coops, Dash, tooth, honey (Skirt!)
Live a rich nigga life, I’m just being onions (Douche!)
Meryl Streep, nigga, they get that muscle pain from ya (Stray dog!)

[Chorus]
Myanmar nigga hot, I’m just onions
Cold bottles on bottles, I’m just onions
100,000 old whites, I’m just onions
Koontz all on Koontz, I’m just onions
(A teal latrine)

Eminem – Disses Donald Trump In BET Hip Hop Awards Freestyle Cypher

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Intro]
It’s the calm before the storm right here
Wait, how was I gonna start this off?
I forgot… oh yeah

[Verse]
That’s an awfully hot coffee pot
Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Prob’ly not
But that’s all I got ’til I come up with a solid plot
Got a plan and now I gotta hatch it
Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk
I’ma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan
And say a prayer that every time Melania talks
She gets a mou—ahh, I’ma stop
But we better give Obama props
‘Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze
That’ll prob’ly cause a nuclear holocaust
And while the drama pops
And he waits for shit to quiet down he’ll just gas his plane up and fly around ’til the bombing stops
Intensities heightened, tensions are risin’
Trump, when it comes to giving a shit, you’re stingy as I am
Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide ’em
‘Cause you don’t got the fucking nuts like an empty asylum
Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for
‘Cause that’s how he gets his fucking rocks off and he’s orange
Yeah, sick tan
That’s why he wants us to disband
‘Cause he can not withstand
The fact we’re not afraid of Trump
Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp
That’s why he keeps screamin’, "Drain the swamp!"
‘Cause he’s in quicksand
It’s like we take a step forwards then backwards
But this is his form of distraction
Plus, he gets an enormous reaction
When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that in
-stead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada
All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather
Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers
Then says he wants to lower our taxes
Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips
Back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions?
Same shit that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered
Then does it more
From his endorsement of Bannon
Support for the Klansmen
Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black
And comes home from Iraq
And is still told to go back to Africa
Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa
Who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors
Now if you’re a black athlete, you’re a spoiled little brat for
Tryna use your platform or your stature
To try to give those a voice who don’t have one
He says, "You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards!"
Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered
‘Cause to him you’re zeros
‘Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured
That’s not disrespecting the military
Fuck that! This is for Colin, ball up a fist!
And keep that shit balled like Donald the bitch!
"He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants!"
"He’s gonna build that thang up taller than this!"
Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks
‘Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks
‘Cause I’m throwin’ that piece of shit against the wall ’til it sticks
And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his
I’m drawing in the sand a line, you’re either for or against
And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split
On who you should stand beside, I’ll do it for you with this:
Fuck you!
The rest of America stand up!
We love our military, and we love our country
But we fucking hate Trump!

EMINEM – The Storm Cypher lyrics

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[Verse]
This the calm before the storm right here
Wait, how was I gonna start this off? I forgot
Oh, yeah
That’s an awfully hot coffee pot
Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Probably not
But that’s all I got ’til I come up with a solid plot
Got a plan, and now I gotta hatch it
Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk
I’ma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan
And say a prayer that every time Melania talks
She gets a mop–ahh, I’ma stop
But we better give Obama props
‘Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze
That’ll probably cause a nuclear holocaust
And while the drama pops and he waits for sh*t to quiet down
He’ll just gas his plane up and fly around ’til the bombing stops
Intensities heightened, tensions are rising
Trump, when it comes to giving a sh*t, you’re stingy as I am
Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide ’em
‘Cause you don’t got the f*cking nuts like an empty asylum
Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for
‘Cause that’s how he gets his f*cking rocks off and he’s orange
Yeah, sick tan, that’s why he wants us to disband
‘Cause he can not withstand
The fact we’re not afraid of Trump
Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp
That’s why he keeps screamin’, “Drain the swamp”
‘Cause he’s in quicksand
It’s like we take a step forwards, then backwards
But this is his form of distraction
Plus, he gets an enormous reaction
When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that
Instead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada
All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather
Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers
Then says he wants to lower our taxes
Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips
Back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions?
Same sh*t that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered
Then does it more
From his endorsement of Bannon
Support from the Klansmen
Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black
And comes home from Iraq
And is still told to go back to Africa
Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa
Who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors
Now, if you’re a black athlete
You’re a spoiled little brat for tryna use your platform or your stature
To try to give those a voice who don’t have one
He says, “You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards”
Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered
‘Cause to him, you’re zeros
‘Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured
That’s not disrespecting the military
Fuck that, this is for Colin, ball up a fist
And keep that sh*t balled like Donald the bitch
“He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants”
“He’s gonna build that thing up taller than this”
Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks
‘Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks
‘Cause I’m throwing that piece of sh*t against the wall ’til it sticks
And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his
I’m drawing, in the sand, a line
You’re either for or against
And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split
On who you should stand beside
I’ll do it for you with this:
“Fuck you!”
The rest of America stand up
We love our military, and we love our country
But we f*cking hate Trump

Eminem – The Storm Cypher lyrics

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Below are the complete “The Storm Cypher” lyrics by Eminem displayed. These lyrics were added 4 hours ago.

The Storm Cypher lyrics

[Verse]
This the calm before the storm right here
Wait, how was I gonna start this off? I forgot
Oh, yeah
That’s an awfully hot coffee pot
Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Probably not
But that’s all I got ’til I come up with a solid plot
Got a plan, and now I gotta hatch it
Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk
I’ma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan
And say a prayer that every time Melania talks
She gets a mop–ahh, I’ma stop
But we better give Obama props
‘Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze
That’ll probably cause a nuclear holocaust
And while the drama pops and he waits for sh*t to quiet down
He’ll just gas his plane up and fly around ’til the bombing stops
Intensities heightened, tensions are rising
Trump, when it comes to giving a sh*t, you’re stingy as I am
Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide ’em
‘Cause you don’t got the f*cking nuts like an empty asylum
Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for
‘Cause that’s how he gets his f*cking rocks off and he’s orange
Yeah, sick tan, that’s why he wants us to disband
‘Cause he can not withstand
The fact we’re not afraid of Trump
Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp
That’s why he keeps screamin’, “Drain the swamp”
‘Cause he’s in quicksand
It’s like we take a step forwards, then backwards
But this is his form of distraction
Plus, he gets an enormous reaction
When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that
Instead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada
All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather
Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers
Then says he wants to lower our taxes
Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips
Back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions?
Same sh*t that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered
Then does it more
From his endorsement of Bannon
Support from the Klansmen
Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black
And comes home from Iraq
And is still told to go back to Africa
Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa
Who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors
Now, if you’re a black athlete
You’re a spoiled little brat for tryna use your platform or your stature
To try to give those a voice who don’t have one
He says, “You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards”
Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered
‘Cause to him, you’re zeros
‘Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured
That’s not disrespecting the military
Fuck that, this is for Colin, ball up a fist
And keep that sh*t balled like Donald the bitch
“He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants”
“He’s gonna build that thing up taller than this”
Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks
‘Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks
‘Cause I’m throwing that piece of sh*t against the wall ’til it sticks
And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his
I’m drawing, in the sand, a line
You’re either for or against
And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split
On who you should stand beside
I’ll do it for you with this:
“Fuck you!”
The rest of America stand up
We love our military, and we love our country
But we f*cking hate Trump

ORB – A Man In The Sand

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[Verse 1]
Just another man with a watch on his hand
And a cousin in the war
Every average Joe with a button and bow
Doesn’t know what for

[Chorus]
Could it be that I don’t get the reason
Could it be is that there is not a point

[Verse 2]
Every average Jack with a pack on his back
And an uncle in Iraq
Every average Jess whose life is in a mess
Cause her uncle won’t come back

[Chorus]
Could it be that I don’t get the reason
Or could it be is that there is not a point

[Verse 3]
Standing at the door wondering what for
Why we’re in the war for
Blinking at the sun it’s got me wondering how come
We overstayed our welcome

[Chorus]
Could it be that I don’t get the reason
Could it be is that there is not a point

Animaniacs – Yakko’s World lyrics

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United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama
Haiti, Jamaica, Peru,
Republic Dominican, Cuba, Caribbean
Greenland, El Salvador too.
Puerto Rico, Columbia, Venezuela
Honduras, Guyana, and still,
Guatemala, Bolivia, then Argentina
And Ecuador, Chile, Brazil.
Costa Rica, Belize, Nicaragua, Bermuda
Bahamas, Tobago, San Juan,
Paraguay, Uruguay, Suriname
And French Guiana, Barbados, and Guam.

Norway, and Sweden, and Iceland, and Finland
And Germany now one piece,
Switzerland, Austria, Czechoslovakia
Italy, Turkey, and Greece.
Poland, Romania, Scotland, Albania
Ireland, Russia, Oman,
Bulgaria, Saudi Arabia
Hungary, Cyprus, Iraq, and Iran.
There’s Syria, Lebanon, Israel, Jordan
Both Yemens, Kuwait, and Bahrain,
The Netherlands, Luxembourg, Belgium, and Portugal
France, England, Denmark, and Spain.

India, Pakistan, Burma, Afghanistan
Thailand, Nepal, and Bhutan,
Kampuchea, Malaysia, then Bangladesh (Asia)
And China, Korea, Japan.
Mongolia, Laos, and Tibet, Indonesia
The Philippine Islands, Taiwan,
Sri Lanka, New Guinea, Sumatra, New Zealand
Then Borneo, and Vietnam.
Tunisia, Morocco, Uganda, Angola
Zimbabwe, Djibouti, Botswana,
Mozambique, Zambia, Swaziland, Gambia
Guinea, Algeria, Ghana.

Burundi, Lesotho, and Malawi, Togo
The Spanish Sahara is gone,
Niger, Nigeria, Chad, and Liberia
Egypt, Benin, and Gabon.
Tanzania, Somalia, Kenya, and Mali
Sierra Leone, and Algiers,
Dahomey, Namibia, Senegal, Libya
Cameroon, Congo, Zaire.
Ethiopia, Guinea-Bissau, Madagascar
Rwanda, Mahore, and Cayman,
Hong Kong, Abu Dhabi, Qatar, Yugoslavia…
Crete, Mauritania
Then Transylvania,
Monaco, Liechtenstein
Malta, and Palestine,
Fiji, Australia, Sudan

GORILLAZ – Ascension lyrics

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You are now tuned into the tomb of Jehova
Play my tunes loud enough to shake the room, what’s the hold up?
Heard the world is ending soon I assumed that they told ya
They tryna dinosaur us
So now it’s time to go up

The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)

The roof is on fire
She wet like Barbra Streisand
Police everywhere
It’s like a nigga killed a white man
I just wanna find a baby mama ‘fore the night end
So don’t be coming ’round Vince
On that batter ram shit
On that 911 shit
Need a misses brown as Missy
I can have some fun with
Them slave bones make Grace Jones’
Don’t stop, bitch, stay focused
They hated on us since days of Moses
Let my people go crazy
Them stars falling, don’t chase ’em

The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)

Attack on Iraq
It’s on a line
Typing it fast
Then it’s slipping my mind
Oh when I’m drunk
I’m spirited back
I fall in a fire then I save myself
Then I get advantage
‘Cause the feeling’s so raw
In these times of sedition
Well, nothing is dull
And I’m moving into stillness
I’m recalling it all
And I’m a lover just a lover just a lover just a lover just a-

The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)

All these liberated women sitting in my lap
I’m finna catch a body like I got a gun and badge
I’m finna turn Obama to my patna ‘fore he dash
Pull up to his pad, wipe my ass with the flag
I’m just playing, baby, this the land of the free
Where you can get a Glock and a gram for the cheap
Where you can live your dreams long as you don’t look like me
Be a puppet on a string, hanging from a fucking tree
(AGHH)

The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby

Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher…)

2 Chainz – Good Drank 2.0 (feat. Gucci Mane, Quavo & The Trap Choir)

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[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeah
Can’t forget that kush, I’m talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, alright now
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my partner Doe
All we ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Tryna make me a mil, so I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in a Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
You know I look in your face, sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
2 Chainz!

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out you’re poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant
Lay on my trap
Play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’, I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Favorite rapper, that’s 3K
Yeah sir that’s my DJ
Mike Dean on the piano
Put the work on the E-way
Guwop right next to me
So you know Bouldercrest with me
Man it’s hard for you to mess with me
So you’re looking at the best really
Diamonds dancing like Bentley
Might leave in a Bentley
Kinda hard to get with me
Can’t believe it like Ripley
Pretty girls like trap music
Man I used to want a condo
Started off in the basement
Ended up on the top floor
Yeah, you listening to the top flow
Now you looking at the top tier
From grams to the Grammys
Told y’all it was our year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Man you looking at the evidence
Yeah God, that’s my president
Hell nah, I don’t hesitate
I ain’t met a girl can curve me
Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real

Sturgill Simpson – Call To Arms (On SNL) (Live)

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I done Syria, Afganistan, Iraq, and Iran
North Korea tell me where does it end
Well the bodies keep piling up with every day
How many more of em they gonna send

Well they send their sons and daughters off to die
For some oil
To control the heroin
Well son I hope you don’t grow up
Believing that you’ve got to be a puppet to be a man

Well they cut off your hair and put a badge on your arm
Strip you of your identity
Tell you to keep your mouth shut boy and get in the line
Meet your maker over seas

Wearing that Kim Jong-il hat
While your grandma’s selling pills stat
Meanwhile, I’m wearing my ‘can’t pay my fucking bills’ hat

Nobody’s looking up to care about a drone
All too busy looking down at our phone
Our ego’s begging for food like a dog from our feed
Refreshing obsessively until our eyes start to bleed
They serve up distractions and we eat them with fries
Until the bombs fall out of our fucking skies

Turn off the TV
Turn off the news
Nothing to see here
They’re serving the blues
Bullshit on my TV
Bullshit on my radio
Hollywood telling me how to be me
The bullshit’s got to go

Chief Keef – Go (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

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[Intro: FTR Drama]
Ballin’ like I’m Michael, cuz Sosa from Chiraq
Keep that GG and that rifle, that chopper from Iraq
BSG, we 3Hunna, we be thuggin’ peep my tats, You be fuckin’ with them ho niggas
Get blown off the map. FTR shit nigga, GBE shit nigga, Chiraq to Clipsburg Sosa in this bitch (Sosa Baby)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I be shining, cus all my diamonds, I spent a dub on
I got plenty Louis and Fendi, yo bitch she love it
My lil niggas hot, they knock ya top off
Indicted for sellin’ out my house and doin’ drop-offs
I get so high, swear I be so high I feel like Top Dog
Im from 300 O’Block, you a real nigga, knock-off
Glock 40, clip hold fifty boy don’t shot down
That Mac hold a hunnid shots, don’t get shot down in yo’ town
I make it rain 100’s and 50’s, on all these stripper hoes
No feelings but I’m addicted, to all these stripper hoes
My shooters, tote K’s and rugers, look like a gun show
Talk outside of yo’ mouth, boy you gone get gunned down

[Hook: FTR Drama]
Hittin’ licks and movin’, bricks I’m servin’ all the white folks
Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin’ like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin’ up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I’m ballin’ like I’m Michael
Go (2x) I’m shinin’ like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin’ up them rifles

[Verse 2: FTR Drama]
This 40 I keep it on me, like it’s hoey
She on me, she wanna fuck me, but she don’t know me
Its Drama, I’m ’bout that drama, I do the troopin’
I’m ballin’, bitch I’m ballin’ but I ain’t hoopin’
My dog gone, my car do 1 5 we ’bout that shootin’
We winnin’, ain’t no prentendin’, You niggas losin’
He tryin’ me, somebody found ’em, with his eyes shut
You bitch niggas try and diss niggas, you will get lined up
Foreign, my gun is foreign, these Gucci’s foreign
GG, through the GG, boo and its borin’
Strip club I threw ’bout ten up
I had it pourin’, Harm he
Bitch at the body, my niggas scorin’

[Hook]
Hittin’ licks and movin’, bricks I’m servin’ all the white folks
Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin’ like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin’ up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I’m ballin’ like I’m Michael
Go (2x) I’m shinin’ like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin’ up them rifles

Chief Keef – Go (Two Zero One Seven Album)

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[Intro: FTR Drama]
Ballin’ like I’m Michael, cuz Sosa from Chiraq
Keep that GG and that rifle, that chopper from Iraq
BSG, we 3Hunna, we be thuggin’ peep my tats, You be fuckin’ with them ho niggas
Get blown off the map. FTR shit nigga, GBE shit nigga, Chiraq to Clipsburg Sosa in this bitch (Sosa Baby)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I be shining, cus all my diamonds, I spent a dub on
I got plenty Louis and Fendi, yo bitch she love it
My lil niggas hot, they knock ya top off
Indicted for sellin’ out my house and doin’ drop-offs
I get so high, swear I be so high I feel like Top Dog
Im from 300 O’Block, you a real nigga, knock-off
Glock 40, clip hold fifty boy don’t shot down
That Mac hold a hunnid shots, don’t get shot down in yo’ town
I make it rain 100’s and 50’s, on all these stripper hoes
No feelings but I’m addicted, to all these stripper hoes
My shooters, tote K’s and rugers, look like a gun show
Talk outside of yo’ mouth, boy you gone get gunned down

[Hook: FTR Drama]
Hittin’ licks and movin’, bricks I’m servin’ all the white folks
Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin’ like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin’ up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I’m ballin’ like I’m Michael
Go (2x) I’m shinin’ like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin’ up them rifles

[Verse 2: FTR Drama]
This 40 I keep it on me, like it’s hoey
She on me, she wanna fuck me, but she don’t know me
Its Drama, I’m ’bout that drama, I do the troopin’
I’m ballin’, bitch I’m ballin’ but I ain’t hoopin’
My dog gone, my car do 1 5 we ’bout that shootin’
We winnin’, ain’t no prentendin’, You niggas losin’
He tryin’ me, somebody found ’em, with his eyes shut
You bitch niggas try and diss niggas, you will get lined up
Foreign, my gun is foreign, these Gucci’s foreign
GG, through the GG, boo and its borin’
Strip club I threw ’bout ten up
I had it pourin’, Harm he
Bitch at the body, my niggas scorin’

[Hook]
Hittin’ licks and movin’, bricks I’m servin’ all the white folks
Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin’ like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin’ up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I’m ballin’ like I’m Michael
Go (2x) I’m shinin’ like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin’ up them rifles

Pink Guy – Hand On My Gat (Pink Season Album)

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[Intro:]
Yea, it’s PolitikZ up in this mothafucker, yea
I’m about to go in on these motherfuckers

[Hook:]
I got a hand on my gat
I got a hand on my gat
I got a hand on my gat
A hand on my gat
I got a hand on my gat
Hand on my gat
I got a hand on my gat
I got a hand on my gat

[Verse:]
I got a hand on my gat
I got a hand on my mat
I got a hand on my sack
I got a hand on my cat
I got a hand on my (what)
I got a hand on Iraq
I got a hand on my crack
I got a hand on my sack
I got a hand on my mac
I got a hand on a bat
I got a hand on my sack
I got a hand on the rat
I got my hat on the (unintelligible)
I got my hand in the grass
I got my hand on the cab
I got my hand on the mask
The government’s corrupt
The government’s corrupt
Open your third eye
The government’s corrupt (yo)
Open your third eye
Open your third eye
Real Hip-Hop
Open your third eye

[Bridge:]
I got a hand on my gat
And I don’t give a fuck
I’m a real motherfucking gangster from the streets
And I don’t give a fuck
I got a hand on the gat
I got my real motherfucking hand on the gat
And I don’t give a fuck
Fuck the government

Ricardo Arjona – Quiero

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Quiero cometer el error
Más grande del mundo
Y navegar en kayac
De Miami a la Habana
Quiero tomarme un café
Viendo el Mediterráneo
Y despertarme en Tulum
Persiguiendo una estrella
Quiero decirle a Jesús
Qué sí está que aparezca
Y qué me corten la luz
Pa’ prender una vela
Y soñar
Quiero regalarle una flor
Al amor de mi herida
Quiero empezar otra vez
Y cambiarme hasta el nombre
Quiero apedrear el zaguán
De las causas perdidas
Y ver salir a papá convenciendo a mi madre
Quiero escucharte decir lo que gritan tus ojos
Quiero perder el valor que gané por miedoso
Y quiero correr por ahí
Mientras trepo un cometa
Y levantarle la falda a la gorda del barrio
Quiero vivir sin guión ni la misma receta
Quiero inventarle otra letra al abecedario
Quiero olvidarme de ti
Quiero saber que es por mi
Que quiero y no puedo querer
Mientras siga queriendo
Inútil creer que querer es lograr olvidarte
Quiero encontrar otro amor
Y perderlo enseguida
Para olvidarme de ti para toda la vida
Quiero silbar "Let it be" a la luz de la luna
Quiero lavar en el mar lo que no sea futuro
Y quiero correr por ahí
Mientras trepo un cometa
Y levantarle la falda a la gorda del barrio
Quiero vivir sin guión ni la misma receta
Quiero inventarle otra letra al abecedario
Quiero olvidarme de ti
Quiero saber que es por mi
Quiero jugar a la alquimia
Y buscar en el Tibet alguna respuesta
Quiero fugarme de mi para no ser de aquí
Ni de ninguna parte
Perderme en la antropología
Dedicar mi vida a la filantropía
Con tal de olvidarte
Con tal de burlarte
Y quiero correr por ahí mientras trepo un cometa
Y levantarle la falda a la gorda del barrio
Quiero pararme en Iraq y mandarle un saludo
A la mamá del idiota más grande del mundo
Quiero olvidarme de ti
Quiero saber que es por mí
Quiero regalarle una flor al amor de mi herida