Exit Empire – Shut Up lyrics

You taught me to stay in line
Not to stand out
Don’t criple my chance
You suck at this and you know it well
The time is right now and not in the future
You fucking flock of vultures

Play it safe
Don’t risk too much
Don’t hurt yourself
And have good marks
(You’re gonna listen to me)
Don’t do drugs
You need plan B
Don’t be naive
You’re not the one
(Stay away from me)

Shut up
You’re gonna listen to me
I know you think that I’m nobody

Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up
Stay away from me
I’ll cut you off to become somebody

Hey, hey
Why do you look at me like that?
Your eyes your lies your face your spite
Fuck you I could not care less

Fuck

You never believed
You never really helped
All you did was patting my fucking head

You’re jerking off your low ego on me
You swallowed your business plan
And it got stuck in your fucking ass

Shut up
You’re gonna listen to me
I know you think that I’m nobody

Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up
Stay away from me
I’ll cut you off to become somebody

I’m naive? You’re naive
You don’t get the point
You biased blinded cunt

You don’t get to steer my life
Just cause you fucked your own
You can’t fake happiness
But at least you tried your best

You’ve disclaimed your own role models
And it really is not run by the New World Order
Those are just excuses
You’re a quitter and that’s why you’ve lost

I cannot take a step back now
I cannot turn back
I cannot look back

I think I’m bleeding
I am scared
I think I’m bleeding
But I’m prepared

Kanye West – New Slaves

[Verse 1]
My momma was raised in the era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
But they wasn’t satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see it’s broke nigga racism
That’s that "Don’t touch anything in the store"
And this rich nigga racism
That’s that "Come in, please buy more
What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things"
Used to only be niggas now everybody playing
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves

[Bridge x2]
You see it’s leaders and there’s followers
But I’d rather be a dick than a swallower

[Verse 2]
I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwing hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
Fuck you and your corporation
Y’all niggas can’t control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I’m ’bout to wild the fuck out
I’m going Bobby Boucher
I know that pussy ain’t free
You niggas pussy, ain’t me
Y’all throwing contracts at me
You know that niggas can’t read
Throw ’em some Maybach keys
Fuck it, c’est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with Ye
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with Ye
I’ll move my family out the country
So you can’t see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they’ll confuse us with some bullshit
Like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock niggas up
They tryna make new slaves
See that’s that privately owned prisons
Get your piece today
They prolly all in the Hamptons
Braggin’ ’bout what they made
Fuck you and your Hampton house
I’ll fuck your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And then I hamped him out
Y’all ’bout to turn shit up
I’m ’bout to tear shit down
I’m ’bout to air shit out
Now what the fuck they gon’ say now?

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I can’t get too high, get too high then
So long, so long, so long
Cannot find faith, [?] baby
I can’t do it
I can’t [?] another love and
I won’t believe in the rule
Think you can’t get too high, get too high
Too high again
Too high

Eminem – Lose Yourself (Drum & Bass Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

[Verse 1]
Yo! His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already: Mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s choking, how? Everybody’s joking now
The clock’s run out, time’s up, over—blaow!
Snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity, oh
There goes Rabbit, he choked, he’s so mad, but he won’t
Give up that easy, no, he won’t have it, he knows
His whole back’s to these ropes, it don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke, he’s so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again, yo! This whole rhapsody
Better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…

[Verse 2]
His soul’s escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
A normal life is boring; but superstardom’s
Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows, it’s all over
These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows
He’s known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads
God only knows, he’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose, ’cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don’t want him no mo’, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it’s old, partner
But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…

[Verse 3]
No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin’ roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin’ in the beginning, the mood all changed
I’ve been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin’ and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s payin’ the Pied Piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can’t get by with my nine-to-
Five, and I can’t provide the right type of life for my family
‘Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don’t buy diapers
And there’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it’s gettin’ even harder
Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein’ a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama, screamin’ on her, too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony’s
Gotten me to the point I’m like a snail, I’ve got
To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin’ option—failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer’s got
To go; I cannot grow old in Salem’s Lot
So here I go, it’s my shot, feet: fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus]
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…

[Outro]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man

B.o.B – Under The Dome (Elements Album)

[Intro]
*Elevator Ding*
Ground Floor
Going Down
*Elevator Ding*
Lower Ground Floor
*Sinister laughter*
(Man #1) Oh look
(Man #2) Oh look at you
*Loudspeaker* Doctor Forrest dial 118 please, Doctor Forrest please dial…
R.E.M. accessible

[Verse 1]
Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep, though
Acid rain, I’m asleep though
Fluoride water, I’m asleep, though
New World Order, I’m asleep though
Diabetes soda, I’m asleep though
Cloned and Modified beef, though
Heavy metals all in the drinks, though
Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though

[Chorus/Hook]
Put him in it…
Put him in it…
Put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it

[Verse 2]
FEMA coffins
The people watching
Counting sheep, niggas sheep walking
All these dickriders, where’s Lorena Bobbit
Blogs ain’t talking bout shit but baby mommas
You don’t wanna stir the pot
You don’t wanna detox
I’m asleep though..
You ever heard of Basquiat
You don’t want a 2pac
You want Love & Hip-Hop
I’m asleep though..
Cops taking cheap shots, all weak, though
False Flag headlines all week, though
Chalk outline on the street, though
I’m just tryna make it out alive, in one piece, though
(Piece, though/Pistol!)
I’m asleep, though
Cloned politicians don’t sleep, though
Earth flat as fuck, I’m asleep though
Geo-engineering, I’m asleep, though
Diabetes soda, I’m asleep, though
New World Order, I’m asleep, though
Cloned and Modified beef, though
Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though

[Chorus/Hook]
Put him in it…
Put him in it…
Put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it

[Verse 3]
I’m asleep, though
Feds follow a nigga in his street clothes
Hoes ain’t sticking to the G code (nope!)
Suck a nigga dick for free, but charge me though
I’m asleep though
Click, clack, bang, bang and reload
Hoes set a nigga up for the kilo
?????? baby I’m crazy, no Cee Lo
I don’t sleep, though
Deep underground ET’s though
Bernie Mac’s man soul, rest in peace though
Found May 28th, well, we know (we know)
We know
Nigga, what you talking about?
Talk is talk, and do’ers do shit people talk about
Nothing to argue about
How must I remind ya, I don’t wear designer
No Genre attire (No Genre!)
Monsanto was all up inside your vaginas, tampons pantie liners
Jenna Verg got all of the kids confused, teaching Sex Ed in preschool
Designer babies in the wombs (clones!)
Stars shining through the moon
But I’m asleep, though
Chemtrail clouds, I’m asleep though
Fluoride Water, I’m asleep though
Acid rain, I’m asleep though
Diabetes soda, I’m asleep though
New World Order, I’m asleep though
Cloned and Modified beef, though
Wi-Fi cook a nigga in his sleep, though

[Chorus/Hook]
Put him in it…
Put him in it…
Put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it, put him in it
Put him in it, put him in a coffin
Put him in it

Common – Home (feat. Bilal) (Black America Again Album)

[Intro: Minister Louis Farrakhan (sample)]
A man who’s genius and freedoms and —
Ability to communicate and —
To talk, and to touch chords —
A man who has the ability and the audacity
And the — of God to stand up, to stand up

[Verse 1]
Heard the sound of the trumpets, the voice from the throne
Seen the twenty-four elders and I knew I was home
I was told to write songs for the people
Take the original Hebrews on an Exodus of Black Excellence
Tell them to invest in us and make testaments about each other
Or how we sisters and brothers
Cover the land in corners of poems and stone
Go hard with it, let em know you God with it
Even though I authored it, let no one margin it
And make it all about paper or first weeks sales
Though this is from Heaven give ’em verses from Hell
Those that fell off the path, bring them back to the Mass
The staff can be your microphone
Your name is Common
You was born to fight the norm
Take house niggas outta darkness till they lights is on
I’mma put a hyphen on your name
Rapper-actor-activist
You the one that can reach into the black abyss
Stars this asterix, show em what a classic is
Freedom riders need passengers
And your lyrics use scriptures and passages
To make them rise like Lazarus
And resurrected again, they’ll put disrespect on your name and respect it again
Every section you in, bless em and keep bussin’
If they don’t like it, shake the dust and say ‘fuck em’
Until you get home, I’m the one you trust in

[Interlude]
I’m happy to be in any place
Where God’s name is remembered

[Hook: Bilal]
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Going home to live
Going home to live
Going home to live

[Verse 2]
Go into the wilderness like Mussa on a pilgrimage
Streets are villages, speak with diligence
And authority to fake god of pharisees and sadducees
Give them that Gardley free from the Black Odyssey
Yo pardon me, you the God bodily
Functioning on earth as a part of me
That’s why I gave you artistry
Go into the hoods with the shooters and the strippers
Forget the New World Order, New Jerusalem is with us
Tell sisters they earths and goddesses
If they got bottom, don’t get caught in a bottomless
Pit, there’s a lot of us fit for the kingdom is near
You can tell by the wars and how the seasons appear
You’ll appear in circles in Hollywood, I birthed you
And Chicago, you know how to parlay good
You’ll get Oscars, Emmys, and Grammys
Give those to your family, don’t get caught up in the vanity
Or the world’s insanity

[Hook: Bilal]
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Going home to live
Going home to live
With God

[Outro]
To those of you who are unfamiliar with those words
They mean, in English, ‘Peace, be unto you’

Common – Home (feat. Bilal) (Black America Again Album) letras

[Intro: Minister Louis Farrakhan (sample)]
A man who’s genius and freedoms and —
Ability to communicate and —
To talk, and to touch chords —
A man who has the ability and the audacity
And the — of God to stand up, to stand up

[Verse 1]
Heard the sound of the trumpets, the voice from the throne
Seen the twenty-four elders and I knew I was home
I was told to write songs for the people
Take the original Hebrews on an Exodus of Black Excellence
Tell them to invest in us and make testaments about each other
Or how we sisters and brothers
Cover the land in corners of poems and stone
Go hard with it, let em know you God with it
Even though I authored it, let no one margin it
And make it all about paper or first weeks sales
Though this is from Heaven give ’em verses from Hell
Those that fell off the path, bring them back to the Mass
The staff can be your microphone
Your name is Common
You was born to fight the norm
Take house niggas outta darkness till they lights is on
I’mma put a hyphen on your name
Rapper-actor-activist
You the one that can reach into the black abyss
Stars this asterix, show em what a classic is
Freedom riders need passengers
And your lyrics use scriptures and passages
To make them rise like Lazarus
And resurrected again, they’ll put disrespect on your name and respect it again
Every section you in, bless em and keep bussin’
If they don’t like it, shake the dust and say ‘fuck em’
Until you get home, I’m the one you trust in

[Interlude]
I’m happy to be in any place
Where God’s name is remembered

[Hook: Bilal]
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Going home to live
Going home to live
Going home to live

[Verse 2]
Go into the wilderness like Mussa on a pilgrimage
Streets are villages, speak with diligence
And authority to fake god of pharisees and sadducees
Give them that Gardley free from the Black Odyssey
Yo pardon me, you the God bodily
Functioning on earth as a part of me
That’s why I gave you artistry
Go into the hoods with the shooters and the strippers
Forget the New World Order, New Jerusalem is with us
Tell sisters they earths and goddesses
If they got bottom, don’t get caught in a bottomless
Pit, there’s a lot of us fit for the kingdom is near
You can tell by the wars and how the seasons appear
You’ll appear in circles in Hollywood, I birthed you
And Chicago, you know how to parlay good
You’ll get Oscars, Emmys, and Grammys
Give those to your family, don’t get caught up in the vanity
Or the world’s insanity

[Hook: Bilal]
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Going home to live
Going home to live
With God

[Outro]
To those of you who are unfamiliar with those words
They mean, in English, ‘Peace, be unto you’

Common – Home lyrics

[Intro: Minister Louis Farrakhan (sample)]
A man who’s genius and freedoms and —
Ability to communicate and —
To talk, and to touch chords —
A man who has the ability and the audacity
And the — of God to stand up, to stand up

[Verse 1]
Heard the sound of the trumpets, the voice from the throne
Seen the twenty-four elders and I knew I was home
I was told to write songs for the people
Take the original Hebrews on an Exodus of Black Excellence
Tell them to invest in us and make testaments about each other
Or how we sisters and brothers
Cover the land in corners of poems and stone
Go hard with it, let em know you God with it
Even though I authored it, let no one margin it
And make it all about paper or first weeks sales
Though this is from Heaven give ’em verses from Hell
Those that fell off the path, bring them back to the Mass
The staff can be your microphone
Your name is Common
You was born to fight the norm
Take house niggas outta darkness till they lights is on
I’mma put a hyphen on your name
Rapper-actor-activist
You the one that can reach into the black abyss
Stars this asterix, show em what a classic is
Freedom riders need passengers
And your lyrics use scriptures and passages
To make them rise like Lazarus
And resurrected again, they’ll put disrespect on your name and respect it again
Every section you in, bless em and keep bussin’
If they don’t like it, shake the dust and say ‘fuck em’
Until you get home, I’m the one you trust in

[Interlude]
I’m happy to be in any place
Where God’s name is remembered

[Hook: Bilal]
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Going home to live
Going home to live
Going home to live

[Verse 2]
Go into the wilderness like Mussa on a pilgrimage
Streets are villages, speak with diligence
And authority to fake god of pharisees and sadducees
Give them that Gardley free from the Black Odyssey
Yo pardon me, you the God bodily
Functioning on earth as a part of me
That’s why I gave you artistry
Go into the hoods with the shooters and the strippers
Forget the New World Order, New Jerusalem is with us
Tell sisters they earths and goddesses
If they got bottom, don’t get caught in a bottomless
Pit, there’s a lot of us fit for the kingdom is near
You can tell by the wars and how the seasons appear
You’ll appear in circles in Hollywood, I birthed you
And Chicago, you know how to parlay good
You’ll get Oscars, Emmys, and Grammys
Give those to your family, don’t get caught up in the vanity
Or the world’s insanity

[Hook: Bilal]
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Going home to live
Going home to live
With God

[Outro]
To those of you who are unfamiliar with those words
They mean, in English, ‘Peace, be unto you’