Ten Typ Mes – Dumny Jak Paw Lyrics (feat. Vnm)

[Intro: Ten Typ Mes & VNM]
Mes: Ej VNM
VNM: Co jest?
M: Nie wiem czy też tak masz
V: Jak?
M: Prowadzimy popierdolone życiorysy
V: O tak
M: Nie ze wszystkiego możemy być w życiu dumni
V: Ta
M: Ale niewielu pojęć jestem tak pewny jak swojej muzyki
V: O kurwa
M: Jak swoich skillsów, skurwysyny
V: Dokładnie tak
M: Głośny zagrał bit
V: Ta

[Hook: Ten Typ Mes] x2
Dumny jak paw, długo na to pracował
Więcej szczerych braw niż samochodów i złota
Mój mistrzowski pas
Reszta przyjdzie z czasem lub nie
Musi być cierpliwy
Musi być zawsze krok przed

[Verse 1: Ten Typ Mes]
Jest tak świeżo jakbym właśnie wyskoczył z basenu
Choć to nie basen, to wanna niewiele większa od zlewu
Czuję jakby, satynowy szlafrok, wachlarz i dotyk gejszy
Ale to tylko otwarte okno i bawełniany ręcznik
Wciskam play i jest jakbym był w studiu z Dr. Dre
A to moja wieża Technicsa, co ma 14 lat, lecz nie gra źle
I nagle jakbym połknął piorun kulisty i popił lawą
Choć to tabletka z witamin, przepłukana niesmaczną kawą – to nic
Jestem tak świeży, że zawstydzam w WC kaczkę, bitch
A kiedy biorę do ręki starą monetę, ta po chwili błyszczy jak w mennicy
Chodzę po starej klepce, łaskawie na nią patrze
Stąpam lekko, jakby po dywanie ze wszystkich wianków, które skradłem a jakże
Wrażenie które mam, trudno wycenić
Moich przyjaciół nie kupisz, mojej muzyki nie zmienisz
Mojego stylu nie ulepisz z lansu na trójce jurorów
Jestem tak świeży, jakby moja mama usłyszała właśnie: “O, o, będzie poród!”

[Hook: Ten Typ Mes]

[Verse 2: VNM]
Jeżeli to wyścig:
V, nie potrzeba tu mi tych braw
N, nie potrzeba żółwi na start
M, ten co nie wierzy mi, że będę robił na nim duble niech wykurwi na szczaw
Zabiorę do trumny ten vibe
Kiedy nadejdzie mój na to czas
Ale moje flow nowe, ich starsze, w chuj zmarszczek
Pytają się o nie katakumby co dnia
Wypijmy za najlepsze rymy i flow, chodź ziomek na jednego
Kto nie wypije frajer z niego, bo synu te flow to ogień; Fire! Fuego!
Spotkała kapusta go, dumny jak paw puszczam to
Jedyne co wspólnego ma duma z pawiem u ciebie, to jej brak jak puszczasz go
Pracowałem na to długo w chuj, hejty teraz japę tu, tu
Mój rap spirytus 100%, ich gdzieś 40, dlatego zapierdala wódą tu
Fresh jak Prince of Bel Air, przemierzam ulice, które unoszą mnie jak aerodynamiczne tunele
Na melanż – nie ważne boisko, chata, bristol, plener
Nie ważny obiad, pasztet z wazą, kura czy gulasz i kawior
Ważne, że kiedy po show schodzę ze sceny, miasto żwawo klaszcze brawo
Ważne, że to jebie w łeb jak Sprite z kodeiną i prometazyna w tabletkach
VNM, weź przestań, niech te litery tu rozwiną na Vietnam

[Hook: Ten Typ Mes]

[Verse 3: Ten Typ Mes]
Dumny jak paw, wtedy na opak, bo mam negatyw jego bogactwa
On mojego talentu na stopach i werblach
Zawsze przed hejterem jak jego pierwszy wpierdol
Nie zasługują na wersy, na befsztyk ze mną, na serio
12 lat mój rap dojrzewa jak whisky w beczce
Oni chcą być jak sok Marwit – jeden dzień strawni, ja tak nie chcę
I choć mój pałac to blok, a tron to stary fotel koleszki
Dyliżans to bus lub najtańsze taxi w stołecznym mieście
Mam powierzchni hektary w sercach fanów
I to cenniejsze niż apartament pusty w miasteczku Wilanów
Tu, kamera nie śledzi dokąd i z kim śmigam
Tu moi sąsiedzi nie panikują, nie dzwonią na psy, gdy ktoś rzyga
Jest tak rześko jak w fontannie, w upalny letni dzień
Gdybym zobaczył tam piątkę na dnie, wziąłbym ją – kto wie
I chuj, jestem tak dumny, że paw jest przy mnie skromny
Bo ja mogę odlecieć, odlecieć hen poza rozsądek

Giorgio Gaber – Chiedo Scusa Se Parlo Di Maria Lyrics

Chiedo scusa se parlo di Maria
Non del senso di un discorso, quello che mi viene
Non vorrei si trattasse di una cosa mia
E nemmeno di un amore, non conviene

Quando dico “parlare di Maria”
Voglio dire di una cosa che conosco bene
Certamente non è un tema appassionante
In un mondo così pieno di tensione
Certamente siam vicini alla pazzia
Ma è più giusto che io parli di

Maria la libertà
Maria la rivoluzione
Maria il Vietnam, la Cambogia
Maria la realtà

Non è facile parlare di Maria
Ci son troppe cose che sembrano più importanti
Mi interesso di politica e sociologia
Per trovare gli strumenti e andare avanti
Mi interesso di qualsiasi ideologia
Ma mi è difficile parlare di

Maria la libertà
Maria la rivoluzione
Maria il Vietnam, la Cambogia
Maria la realtà

Se sapessi parlare di Maria
Se sapessi davvero capire la sua esistenza
Avrei capito esattamente la realtà
La paura, la tensione, la violenza
Avrei capito il capitale, la borghesia
Ma la mia rabbia è che non so parlare di

Maria la libertà
Maria la rivoluzione
Maria il Vietnam, la Cambogia
Maria la realtà

Maria la libertà
Maria la rivoluzione
Maria il Vietnam, la Cambogia
Maria la realtà
Maria la realtà
Maria la realtà

Giorgio Gaber – Nixon Lyrics

Uhe? Nixon? Eh? Una bella carriera eh? Poi dal niente eh? 200.000.000 di americani, tu il primo!
No, no, io niente. Sono anche più giovane io. No voglio dire ho meno problemi, che poi anche tu sei uno normale come tutti gli altri non è che… voglio dire, nella tua intimità… non so per esempio anche tu prima d’andare a letto ti lavi i denti, ti metti il pigiama, ti infili sotto le coperte e poi sei lì, prima di addormentarti, pensi a qualcosa, così. Capita anche a me, uguale. Pensi, senza sforzo… pensi… pensi alla pace…
Che dormita eh?
E poi, non so, ti vedo anche in un’atmosfera un po’ famigliare, sei lì a tavola magari con la Patty, sei lì e mangi, mangi non so, mangi una torta. No a me i dolci non mi piacciono. A te sì eh? Sei goloso eh? Ti mangi una torta, ti tagli una fetta, sei lì… l’Italia… la Germania… il Giappone… facciamo così va… ‘GRACK!’
Che mangiata eh?
E poi dopo mangiato anche tu andrai, anche tu andrai con licenza andrai a… o no? Già perché quelli lì ci vanno o non ci vanno? E non è che uno vada lì proprio per pensare, ma già che è lì, temporeggia, nell’attesa… e sei lì e pensi a qualcosa, così, pensi… pensi alla guerra… gli aeroplani… donne, bambini, 40.000 giovani americani, il Vietnam… che cagata!

Giorgio Gaber – Ci Sono Dei Momenti Lyrics

Ci sono dei momenti che ho voglia di star solo
Rinchiuso in una stanza a pensare ai fatti miei
E almeno in quei momenti la mia disperazione
È troppo più importante, esisto solo io

Vi confesso che in questi momenti
Io me ne frego di quel che succede
Me ne frego della politica
Della gente che muore ogni giorno
Dell’America, della Russia e della Cina

In questi momenti io me ne frego
Delle guerre civili
Me ne frego dell’imperialismo
Non mi importa del Vietnam
Non mi importa del comunismo

In questi momenti io me ne frego
Degli operai
Me ne frego dei licenziamenti
Me ne frego di Marx e di Lenin
Non sopporto Gianfranco Serena
I discorsi del baretto
Me ne frego, me ne frego, me ne frego…

In questi momenti vedo solo la mia vita
E la mia sofferenza è la mia sola verità
In questi momenti, cari compagni
Ributtatemi nella realtà

L’effecktif – Freestyle 123 Lyrics

[Couplet 1 : Filis]
Flow de taré, taré, complètement barré, barré
La game est cassé, t’inquiète on vient le réparer, parer
J’suis pas préparé, paré, pas paré pour parler d’canner
Tous les faux MCs qui sur mon chemin ont voulu vanner, vanner

[Couplet 2 : Eric]
Me dis jamais qu’notre rap peut pas ressembler au tient
Personne peut nous toucher là j’me sens tellement bien
J’suis qu’un gros bâtard d’ma race qui vient grave te marave
Qu’est ce tu peux faire d’pas mal à part être à l’arrache
Hein, noir ébène est la couleur du gun
Tu vas venir nous pomper comme des Reebok Pump
Ça vient toujours d’Paname
Qu’est ce tu peux faire d’pas mal
Graver dans les anales
Arrête tu vas faire ça mal

[Couplet 3 : Filis]
J’ai des phases au kilogramme tantôt sweet, tantôt infame
S’exclame à tour de bras sur des instrus ou auprès des femmes
J’ai l’écriture fine comme les meubles dans les magazines
Flow énergique, calciné à la pile alcaline
Ma team trouve souvent l’inspi dans la bibine
Alors que certains ont troqué l’aspirine pour se remplir les narines
Mon rap est flex mais se consomme avec parcimonie
Sinon j’lui créé une oraison funèbre lors d’ta cérémonie

[Scratch]

[Couplet 4 : Eric]
Matte bien la technique
Un truc ancestral et mythique
J’suis d’retour avec l’équipe
Et mes trois/quatre types
Qu’est ce qui se passe fils ?
Tu sais pas dans quoi tu t’immisces
Attend bouge pas, j’capte pas
J’te repasse Filis

[Couplet 5 : Filis]
J’représente Gwada, j’ai jamais perdu mes valeurs
Mais à force de vivre dans un pays froid je perd ma couleur
J’suis en manque de mélanine, frère c’est la merde
Alors que certains se blanchissent exprès, quel intérêt ?

[Couplet 6 : Eric]
Chacune de mes attaques va sortir de mon crâne
L’inspi vient des vestiges de l’empire du Vietnam
Magick mon pote c’est le volume 2
Envolé comme un rafale, là je perce les cieux

[Couplet 7 : Filis]
J’ai roulé ma bosse au fur et à mesure des années
Donc appelle moi quasimodo de notre dame des damnés
Gratteur de cahiers au sein de mon Effecktif
On est des bois-sans-soif qui en fin de soirée deviennent prohibitifs

[Couplet 8 :Eric]
Merci pour le talent, j’suis venu saluer les dieux
Il va sortir de ma chambre, te faire saigner des yeux
Et si le rap est un bal masqué, je suis MF DOOM
Matte un peu ma clique, clique, clique, clique, BOOM

[Couplet 9 : Eric & Filis]
C’est du rap français
T’inquiète on sait ce qu’on fait
Tu saisis pas le concept
Maintenant tu sais ce qu’on t’sers
Faudra passer ce concert
Pour faire la diff’ conserve
Tes bras, tes jambes, ton veau-cer
Parce qu’on sait ce qu’on fait
Et c’est l’Effecktiff : Eric, Filis et Chazz
Mec j’espère qu’tu kiffes le rap, la soul, le jazz
Faudra passer ce concert
Pour faire la diff’ conserve
Tes bras, tes jambes, ton veau-cer
Maintenant qu’tu sais ce qu’on sert

Dos Gringos – Afn Lyrics

If you’ve never been stationed overseas
Or you’ve never been deployed
Then you’ve missed out
On the daily dose of life skills
From AFN that you just cannot avoid

But you need not worry
If you’ve never been taught right from wrong
‘Cause you’ve got Dos Gringos
Sit back and listen
‘Cause Trip and I have put it in a song

Don’t shake your baby
While you drink and drive
Fill out your will
‘Cause one day you won’t alive

And don’t shake your baby
And never beat your wife
Be cool, stay in school
And never traffic in human life

Don’t shake your baby

Play with the general power of attorney
You may not like the hand that you were dealt
Be a good wingman
And don’t go out at night
Without the protection of your reflective belt

And that government computer
Demands attention and respect
So change your password
Beware of thumb drives
And make goddamn sure you don’t download movies of people having sex

Don’t shake your baby
While you drink and drive
Fill out your will
‘Cause one day you won’t alive

And don’t shake your baby
And never beat your wife
Be cool, stay in school
And never traffic in human life

Don’t shake your baby

Because the day can’t start without Reveille
And Dora mixed with Vietnam history
If you ever find that it hurts when you pee
Then TRICARE Prime is the place to be
I don’t think I can stress any more
What a special power of attorney is for
And if this advice, you choose to ignore
You’re gonna get f**ked like a five-dollar whore
A-recycle everything to save the trees
Beware of contracts with hidden fees
When you lift, you gotta bend at the knees
And did you know Wisconsin was famous for cheese?

Don’t shake your baby
While you drink and drive
Fill out your will
‘Cause one day you won’t alive

And don’t shake your baby
And never beat your wife
Yeah that’s not cool, and neither is
Trafficking in human life

Don’t shake your baby
Don’t shake your baby
Ohhh, don’t shake your baby

Stevie Wonder – Front Line Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
I am a veteran of the war
I up and joined the army back in 1964
At sixteen I just had to be a man at any cost
I volunteered for Vietnam where I got my leg shot off

[Pre-Chorus]
I recall a quote from a movie that said “Who’s more a man
Than a man with a reason that’s worth dying for”

[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

[Verse 2]
They gave me a uniform and a tiny salty pill
To stop the big urge I might have for the wrong kind of thrill
They put a gun in my hand and said, “Shoot until he’s dead
But it’s hard to kill when ‘please, I’m your friend’ echoes through your head

[Pre-Chorus]
Brought up in church taught no man should take another’s life
But then put in a jungle where life has no price

[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

[Bridge]
Back in the world the paper reads today
Another war is in the brewing
But what about the lives of yesterday
And the many happy families that have been ruined

[Verse 3]
My niece is a hooker and my nephew’s a junkie too
But they say I have no right to tell them how they should do
They laugh and say “Quit bragging” ’bout the war you should never have been in
But my mind is so brain-washed I’d probably go back and do it again

[Pre-Chorus]
I walk the neighborhood parading my purple heart
With a fear of agent orange that no one will stop, no

[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead, yeah
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
Now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead
Could you believe I do?
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

A$AP Ferg – Not The Boy Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames
Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames)

[Chorus]
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist

[Verse 1]
She the bomb, told me she from Vietnam
Feed her charms try to tell her keep it calm
Tiffany’s LV-utton
I’ma eat, where the grey poupon
I’m in the streets tryna get some croutons
I’m in the beam settin’ with the roof gone
My enemies hate me cause I’m too on
She gon’ get to choose on

[Interlude]
Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames
Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames

[Verse 2]
You wanna fuck me, where your friends at
Mommy, I ain’t gon’ lie girl them thighs got me tempted
We can do it in the kitchen
Whip cream on the side, you could get it need the chitlins
Baby I can see the vision
We could do it on the road, Jay-Z Big Pimpin’
Come on momma why you riffin’?
Go and bust that ass while I laugh, Eddie Griffin

[Chorus]
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist

Susto – Hard Drugs lyrics

[Verse 1]
I had a dream that we were doing hard drugs in a street alley
You were lying dead next to me
You said you had a vision of Vietnam
You saw me jump on a grenade and watched my limbs fall off
But I was in Heaven then
Well i don’t care whose asking, you can tell them the truth
I’ve had a long time struggle with substance abuse
But I feel fine
And if you you really think he loves you and you wanna go away
Well i want the best and i’m not here to make you stay

[Chorus]
I’m just glad that I found you
And I’m sorry that i couldn’t keep you around

[Verse 2]
We took you to the Urgent Care, they turned us away
You had an outstanding balance that we couldn’t pay
You started crying
Then in the pouring rain we found you a hospital bed
And when they picked you up to move you all the sheets were red
You were a woman then
Well I don’t know who’s asking but I’ll tell them the truth
I’ve had a real hard time losing you
And you can tell me that he loves you but I know its a lie
Cause i’ve seen how he treats you and honey I don’t wanna fight

[Chorus]
I’m just glad that I found you
And I’m sorry that i couldn’t keep you around

[Bridge]
Well I don’t care who’s asking you can tell them the truth
I’ve had a hard time living and I know you’ve had a hard time too
And if you wanna know who loves you, you can start right here
But don’t come home just to leave

[Chorus]
Cause i’m glad that I found you, but I don’t want you to leave me hanging around

Hannibal Abdullah-El – Gangster Fairytales lyrics

Chorus:

Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders

Verse: 1

I can tell ya kind
Delusions from tv on ya mind
Eatin’ swine
Sippin on cheap wine,
Ya ass crack showin
Thats why we far behind
Its cool
Thats why im hear
To raise the deaf, dumb and blind,
You think your handsome
Get kidnapped
Held for ransom,
You ya wife, momma, daughter, grandparents and grandson,
Ever heard the sound of automatic gunfire?
Seen a life expire?
Or somebody beat with barbwire?,
Weirdo,
Who wanna be a hero
Probably shit on ya self
If you seen a whole kilo,
Armchair revolutionaries
Act hard but scary
I’ll cast the first stone
Nobody has to dare me,
Are you a man or a mouse
Im looking for soldiers
Like that cat
Who started dumpin on the White House,
Are you a man or a mouse
Im looking for soldiers
Like that cat
Who started dumpin on the White House,
That’s gangster

Chorus:

Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders

Verse: 2

Watching videos
Don’t get caught up in the glamour and glitz
Fat rides
Half naked women and tight spits
I prefer to drop science
Create a tight alliance
Change the system from within
Sort of a silent defiance
On this world wide monopoly
From here to Tripoli
Ain’t no stopping me im free
Not state property
Slanging yo asshole and lyrics
Like commodities
No tellin’ on myslef on a record
Thats an atrocity
Like a bumblebee
Only stinging when attacked
Counter attack
To yo head, legs, arms and back
Ranaway so fast people thought you ran track
Mess with me you’d rather smoke crack
Or jump in needle haystacks
Thats gangsta!

Verse: 3

On my way to school
I dodged murder plots
Crooked cops
Never knew my moms
The streets were my pops,
Use to get called a nerd
Didn’t faze me
Cuz some knew in my pocket
That I packed a .380,
Calm before a storm
Like a soldier in Vietnam
Ready to set it off
And get it on,
Fudge packers
Black crackers
Back packers
And bisexual B-Boys
Need to be sued for malpractice,
Giving no repreive
Keeping tricks up my sleeve
Slaying Adam and Steve
Who hate Adam and Eve,
It gets scary to them
They can not stop us
On warships, submarines,
Planes, tanks and helicopters,
Think what would happen
If we said sam i quit
Working for you
By the way this is our shit,
Like corporate takeovers
Give em a makeover,
Get bush drunk
Put em’ on house arrest
Then beat him till he sober,
Daz gangster!

Chorus:

Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders

Paul Ramirez & The Lost Vaqueros – I Sing God Bless America lyrics

She stands for our freedom,
Liberty and human rights
She’s our home and what we all truly believe in.

She’s what soldiers have fought for,
On our shores and foreign lands
And the purple heart they got in Vietnam.

We can all express ourselves,
As long as no one’s hurt
And the Court says it’s okay to burn the flag.

And it’s because of the first amendment,
And the grounds of “free speech”
I can stand here and sing this song for you right now.

And I sing God bless America
My country ‘tis of thee
She welcomes huddled masses
Tired & yearning to be free.
I sing God bless America
And forever may she stand
May she never turn her back
On those south of…
The Rio Grande.

Well I’m not saying I’m okay,
With the burning of the flag
Patriotic allegiance we must all have.

But she embraces those who come here,
In search of honest work
In the quest for the promise land and opportunity.

To live the American dream,
No matter who you are
What language you may speak or who you pray to.

We’re a nation of Immigrants
Seeking liberty and justice for all
And we’re all just Americans right now.

Johnny Sea – Day For Decision lyrics

Narrative:
The other day I heard someone say, “You know, America is in real trouble.”
It’s true. Old Glory has never fallen so close to the earth . Our
embassies are being stoned. Our diplomats are often in fear for their
lives. And we’re involved in a half-dozen nameless, winless conflicts
spilling American blood on foreign soil. Our young men are dying for
ideals that don’t seem to mean too much to Americans anymore.

The truth is America’s real trouble doesn’t lie in the rice paddies of
Vietnam, in the masses of Red China, or in the diabolical intrigues to the
south of us. The real trouble lies in the playgrounds of St. Louis, the
hillside mansions of San Francisco, and in the slums of Chicago. A disease
which is slowly eating away at the heart of America lives in the small
southern towns, the fishing villages of New England, and in the hot dusty
streets of the midwest.

This is the age of the American cynic. The year of the unbeliever. The day
of doubt. We’ve killed all the sacred cows and destroyed all the images.
And there’s nothing left to respect. Old fashioned love of God, country,
and family is passe. We stare at our shoelaces when they play the national
anthem. We wouldn’t want to be seen at a political rally or a town hall
meeting. And we don’t want to be caught with our eyes closed during public
prayers. We’ve decided the only way to get into public office is to buy
it. Our heroes are the fast guys who get away with things. Patriotism, the
old hand-over-the-heart, flag-waving singing patriotism has been
condemned. Think about this. Patriotism. When you tear away the fancy
phrases and crepe paper, it’s plain and simple pride. It’s a new
car-prettier girl-bigger house sort of pride in country. Somewhere along
the way we’ve lost it. Our form of government is the same. We still say
America stands for the same things. But next time you’re at a party, ask
someone to sing “American the Beautiful”, and see what happens.

The basic ideals and structure of America haven’t changed. We have. You
and me. Our enemies know it. They’ve seen the newsreels of the
discontented marching around the capitol. They’ve distorted and blown up
our mistakes. They’ve been putting steel wedges in the cracks in our wall
of solidarity. The new idea is: Don’t attack America; wear it down
gradually; it’ll eventually fall under the weight of its own corruption.
And did you know, it’s working?

This sneering complacency, once stamped out by the bloody feet of a
tattered Continental Army in 1776, once drowned beneath the keel of the
U.S.S. Arizona in Pearl Harbor Bay, has risen again. This deadly “Let
George do it” attitude lights the way for the Viet Cong in the swampy
jungles of Vietnam. This “Better red than dead” cancer is more feared by
the American soldier than all the communist mortar shells. It kills the
vitality and spirit of America. Democracy is a frail and fragile
instrument. Made of hope, prayer, and Yankee ingenuity. It is held
together by a fourth-of-July flag-waving patriotism. And we’ve almost
exhausted our supply of it. Try this test. Lift your eyes to a flag, then
sing out as loud as you can that old out-worn antiquated freedom hymn you
learned so many years ago:

For purple mountain majesties (for purple mountain majesties)
Above the fruited plain (above the fruited plain)
America (America)
America (America)
God shed His grace on thee (God shed His grace on thee)

Now if you feel a little pride welling up inside of you, if you feel a
little mist in your eye, then, thank God for you, mister, you’re still an
American!

(America, America,
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea)

Miss Saigon – Why God Why? lyrics

Chris
Why does sagon never sleep at night?
Why does this girl smell of orange trees?
How can I fell good when nothing’s right?
Why is she cool when there is no breeze?
Vietnam
You don’t give answers, do you friend?
Just questions that don’t ever end

Why god? Why today?
I’m all through here, on my way
There’s nothing left here that I’ll miss
Why send me now a night like this?

Who is the girl in this rusty bed?
Why am I back in a filthy room?
Why is her voice ringing in my head?
Why am I high on her cheap perfume?
Vietnamhey look I mean you n o offence
But why does nothing here make sense?

Why god? Show your hand
Why can’t one guy understand?
I’ve been with girls who knew much more
I never felt confused before

Why me? What’s your plan?
I can’t help her – no one can
I liked my mem’ries a s they were
But now I’ll leave rememb’ring her

When I went home before
No one talked of the war
What the knew from tv
Didn’t have a thing to do with me

I went back and re-upped
Sure Saigon is corrupt
It felt better to behere driving for the embassy

’cause here if you can pull a string
A guy like me lives like a king
Just as long as you don’t believe anything

Why god? Why this face?
Why such beauty in this place?
I liked my memories as they were
But now I’ll leave rememb’ring her
Just her

$UICIDEBOY$ – FUCK Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Remains]
Fuck a dead body, don’t pick ’em up, let ’em dry
East Side, 59, with the choppers out the ride
Mommas cry, kids die, second line, Vietnam
Testify, crucified, have your family by your side
Full of fuck shit, double my cup with mud, bitch
Sluts wanna suck dick, hit ’em with the drop kick
Bitch, your pussy nonsense, demons with the Glock grip
Suicidal cult shit, love to watch the blood drip

[Hook: Lil Remains]
Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye
Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye
Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye
Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye
Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye
Dead man walking, aye, yah, aye

[Verse 2: Yung Mutt]
Rather be dead than bored, settle the score
Let the metal pour right on to the floor
Fuck your brain, you fucking whore
Fuck your chain, you slave, I left the bloodstains on the door
Blade made of iron ore
Made stains right on the shore
Washed away, the waves took it north
But now I gotta stay warm
Catch another flight and now I’m back on tour
Can’t relax me motherfucking sacre coeur
Used to make shit pop like fucking kettle corn

[Hook: Yung Mutt]
I’m just a dead man walking, yeah
I’m just a dead man walking, yeah
I’m just a dead man walking, yeah
I’m just a dead man walking, yeah
I’m just a dead man walking, yeah
I’m just a dead man walking, yeah

$UICIDEBOY$ – HARD TO TELL Lyrics

[Verse 1: Charles Lee Ray]
Turn this bitch into Virginia Tech, aye
Got the chopper just to make ’em wet, aye
Dynamite around my vest, aye
We them G59 terrorists, aye
Keep throwing threats and I’ll keep yawning
Light my cigarette, you just keep on talking
Watch where you tread, please watch where you walking
I’m from Vietnam, better known as New Orleans
The smell of death is so, so familiar
I’m that silhouette, that all black figure
Grave digger, grey killer, Lil Cut Throat
Drag ’em to the river, watch his fucking body float

[Verse 2: Raindrop Walka]
Two empty pill bottles, I’m fucking ducking
I can’t call my plug no more, oh no, but I’ll probably say fuck it
Oh, how I love it, really, it ain’t for discussion
But the truth ain’t that far from it, I keep on bugging
Like fuck it, I’ma say it
Like fuck it, I’ma fuck up
Like fuck it, I’ma “fuck up” and it’s fucked up
It’s just my dumb luck, it’s just my dumb luck
You’ll never put me down more than I have
You’d have been down and it’s more than I have
Fake fucking smile with the knife in my back
Fake fucking child, bitch, that’s just how you act

Jimmy Barnes – Khe Sahn lyrics

I left my heart to the sappers round khe sahn
And I sold my soul with my cigarettes to the black market man
I’ve had the vietnam cold turkey
from the ocean to the silver city
And it’s only other vets can understand
About the long forgotten dock side guarantee
How there were no v-day heros in 1973
And how we sailed into sydney harbour I saw an old friend but I couldn’t kiss her
We were lined and I was home to the lucky land
We were like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty ’till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open but their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast surburban chains.
The legal pads were yellow hours long pay packet lean
And the telex-writers clattered where the gun ships once had been
And carparks made me jumpy, but I never stopped the dream for the growing need of speed and novacaine.
So I worked across the country from end to end
Trying to find a place to settle down where my mixed up life could end
Held a job on an oil rig, flying choppers when I could
But the night life nearly drove me round the bend.
And I travelled round the world from year to year
Each one found me aimless one more year the worst for ware
And I’ve been back to south east asia
You know the answer sure ain’t there
But I’m drifting north to check things out again

Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone
In 7 flying hours we’ll be landing in Hong Kong
And there ain’t nothing like the kisses from a jaded chinese princess
I’m gonna hit some Hong Kong matress all night long

Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone
Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone
And it’s really got me worried
I’m going nowhere and I’m in a hurry
You know the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone

Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone oh yeah
Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone woahhhhhhh
And it’s really got me worried
I’m going nowhere and I’m in a hurry
You know the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone.

Eminem – On Fire

[Intro]
You know, critics, man
Critics never got nothing nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics, man
Is critics never ask me how my day went
Well I’mma tell ’em

[Verse 1]
Yesterday my dog died
I hog tied a ho
Tied her in a bow
Said "Next time you blog, try to spit a flow"
You wanna criticize, dog? Try a little mo’
I’m so tired of this I could blow
Fire in the hole
I’m fired up
So fire up the lighter and the dro
Better hold on a little tighter, here I go
Flows tighter
Hot headed as Ghost Rider
Cold hearted as Spiderman throwing a spider in the snow
So you better get lower
Than Florida
Inside of a lowrider
With no tires, in a hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter cold
Why is it when I talk I’m so biased to the hoes
Listen dog
Christmas is off
This is as soft as it gets
This isn’t golf
This is a blistering assault
Those are your wounds, this is the salt
So get lost
Shit, dissing me is just like pissing off
The Wizard of Oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze
Beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and saws
And cut out your livers, gizzards, and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean
In a blizzard with Jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall
To make Chris piss in his drawers
Tickle him, go to his grave
Skip him, and visit his dog

[Hook]
(You’re on fire)
Thats how you know you’re on a roll
Cause when you’re hot its like you’re burning up
Everyone else’s cold
(You’re on fire)
Man, I’m so fucking sick
I got ambulances pulling me over and shit
(You’re on fire)
You need to stop, drop, and roll
Cause when you say the shit to get
The whole Hip Hop shop to blow
(You’re on fire, you’re on fire)

[Verse 2]
I just put a bullshit hook
In between two long-ass verses
If you mistook this for a song, look
This ain’t a song, it’s a warning to Brooke
Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took over, so book
Run as fast as you can
Stop writing and kill it
I’m lightning in a skillet
You’re a fucking flash in the pan
I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing a fan
Mr. Mathers is the man
Yeah, I’m pissed
But I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can
Come back and whip your ass with it again
Saliva’s like sulfuric acid in your hand
It’ll eat through anything, metal, the ass of Iron Man
Turn him into plastic
So for you to think that you could stand a fucking chance
Is asinine
Yeah, ask Denaun, man
Hit a blind man
With a coloring book
And told him color inside the lines
Or get hit with a flying crayon
Fuck it, I ain’t playing
Pull up in a van
And hop out at a homeless man
Holding a sign saying
"Vietnam vet", I’m out my fucking mind man
Kick over the can
Beat his ass, and leave him 9 grand
So if I seem a little mean to you
This ain’t savage
You ain’t never seen a brute
You want to get graphic
We can go the scenic route
You couldn’t make a bulimic puke
On a piece of fucking corn and peanut poop
Saying you sick
Quit playing, you prick
Don’t nobody care
And why the fuck am I yelling at air
I ain’t even talking to no one
‘Cause ain’t nobody there
Nobody will fucking test me
‘Cause these hoes won’t even dare
I’m wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that might go here
Naw, don’t waste it
Save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you got to rewrite those lines
That you said about Michael’s hair
(Woops)

[Hook]
(You’re on fire)
Thats how ya know you’re on a roll
Cause when you’re hot its like you’re burnin up
Everyone else’s cold
(You’re on fire)
Man, I’m so hot
My motherfucking firetruck’s on fire, homie
(You’re on fire)
Ya need to stop drop and roll
‘Cause when you say the shit to get
The whole hip hop shop to blow
You’re on fire
You’re on fire
You’re on fire

Green Day – Bang Bang lyrics

[Intro]
“This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. “
“…of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. “
“Described as severely mentally disturbed.”
“It appears to show another hostage executed by the terrorist group.”
“Deserve to be annihilated.”

[Verse 1]
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager,
I wanna dance like I’m on the video.
I got a fever for the violent behavior,
I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo.

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame!
Shoot me up to entertain,
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy.
You’re dead, I’m well fed!
Give me death or give me head,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

[Verse 2]
I testify like a lullaby of memories,
Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio.
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam,
I love a lie just like anybody else.

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame!
Shoot me up to entertain,
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy.
You’re dead, I’m well fed!
Give me death or give me head,
Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys.
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

[Bridge]
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen,
It’s my private movie (holy war).
Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta,
Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero.

[Chorus]
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

Green Day – Bang Bang (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. …of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. Described as severely mentally disturbed. Videos show another hostage executed by the terrorist group. Deserve to be annihilated.

[Verse 1]
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager
I wanna dance like I’m on the video
I got a fever for the violent behavior
I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo
[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Verse 2]
I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam
I love a lie just like anybody else

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Bridge]
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen
It’s my private movie (Holy War)
Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta
Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero

[Chorus]
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

Run The Jewels – Talk To Me (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these #AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me

Little Simz – LMPD (feat. Chronixx) (Stillness In Wonderland Album)

[Refrain: Little Simz]
Mentally enslaved
Mentally deranged
Mental doesn’t change
Rental isn’t paid
Why do you pretend to live everyday?
We are not the same
Is that all I tell myself to make me feel better?
What have I become?

[Hook: Little Simz and Chronixx]
Have I let my people down?
Let my people down
Have I let my people down yeah?
Have I let my people down yeah?
Have I let my people down?
My people down
Never, never let my people down
Never let my people down
Never let my people down
Never let my people

[Verse 1: Chronixx]
I’m not half the man Marley was
Still nuh heard the voice of Garvey calling us
And Luther King’s soul is still patiently waiting for his dreams to come true because it feels like the same ting again
Still I fight fire with fire, streets still hot like fire
What’s the matter with matter?
Still marching, screaming black lives matter
And so many people trying to be an activist in society
These days what we really need is active spirituality
Cuh Bob done fight already, X done fight already
And-a Rosa Parks make we flying first class nice and steady
So if you want to fight that fight again then alright, my baby
But after the revolution must come the evolutionaries
Ali deny Vietnam and stand firm, real and strong
Today our fight is to activate all the pineal glands
Of the youts in the streets weh nuh eat from morning
Provide them with a meal and songs
Wah mek them feel what me feel
When mi see Jah Jah open the seal and me know me never
Let my people down

[Refrain: Little Simz]
Mentally deranged
Mental doesn’t change
Rental isn’t paid
Why do you pretend to live every day?
We are not the same
Is that all I tell myself to make me feel better?
What have I become?

[Verse 2: Little Simz]
I’m not half the woman Maya was
Still I hear the voice of Nina here guiding us
We’re running out of legends
I know they look from the heavens down on me
I can’t let them down
The people that are meant to be protecting us are killing us
The people that are meant to be protecting us are killing us
Anxiety and adrenaline, I know you feel the rush
Do you hear me now?

[Hook: Little Simz and Chronixx]
Never let my people down
Never, never let my people down
No, no
You say
Never let my people down
Never let my people down
Never let my people

Aaron Rose – The Art Of Sole (Elixir Album)

[Intro]
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I’m the J57
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Verse 1]
It has been a long time coming, ever since my farther [?]
I knew that I would be something, the abundance of talents
I managed to perceive before I breath
Bit clear to me, I understand it, I’m granted
The life of art, the life I dream up in the dark
So then the light I spark arise of every two in which I thought
I would grow up to be, but hopefully the road I see
Would lead to greatness, so first I got to find the golden key
To rev the engine, the sector brain with no syringes
Open up the mind so first I got to disable the hinges
They block me out, I’m independ-
I’m trying to picture something up your gold
No I’m never talking for the glitter
They reminisce on the essence I see myself spit
The same thing I found myself with
The same thing connecting us through vibrations, I know you felt this
Feel like someone hit the rail switch
We just some freight trains, afraid to run off track
I took my own route, now I’m never coming back
And that’s a fact, in a universe full with opinions
So despicable, I’m ducking you internet minions
Your criticism ain’t nothing more than a comet
You should calm it down, ’cause I’m still viewed as a comet
And Steelo was a shooting star
So if you seen him, you know you were going far
Now here we are

[Hook]
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Verse 2]
This is the moment I’m breaking my inhibition
Rejoicing the villain to know I fit with the description
I’ve done reflection when I’m looking up
You stand in front your mirror, do you see the same one?
We just begun this dynasty so they won’t be subside to me
I swear to God, I’m breaking through the tyrannies
To freelance a free man
So as I vividly paint you niggas my motion picture
I’m conjuring longevity with this potion Elixir
But momma told me to finish my food first, "You right"
So my dinner plate filling up after every bite
This appetite will make these wack rap niggas half as nice
Now double the work, you can get the bragging rights
To overshadow where I shine
But we both know, The Pros never be the cons, we a different kind
Even if you missed a line you won’t miss my prime
This is bombs of Baghdad mixed with Vietnam
Saddam Hussein, two tanks of propane won’t blow you niggas up
I am Cobain, fuck what you see in front
‘Cause a wise man will never speak
You just showing too much December
Dry your seed up before you could even grow it
A natural poet, on a road to entourages of the chosen
I’m started to grow my conscience, unlocking up every solar
Side, I used to conquer my life
But this a write to angel to momma, "Your son will still arrive"

[Hook]
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Outro]
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke, nigga

Queen – Bicycle Race lyrics

Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

You say black, I say white
You say bark, I say bite
You say shark I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don’t like star wars
You say rolls, I say royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord, I say christ
I don’t believe in peter pan
Frankenstein or superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my,
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties, oh yeah!
Fat bottomed girls they’ll be riding today
So look out for those beauties, oh yeah!
On your marks get set go

Bi-cycle race, bi-cycle race, bi-cycle race
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle,
I want to ride my bicycle
Bicycle, bicycle bicycle (I want a)
Bicycle race.

You say coke, I say cain
You say john, I say wayne
Hot dog, I say cool it man! Don’t wanna be the President of America
You say smile, I say cheese
Cartier, I say please,
Income tax, I say Jesus.
I don’t wanna be a candidate for Vietnam or Watergate,
Cause all I wanna do is
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike,
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like.

Green Day – Bang Bang (At The American Music Awards 2016) (Live)

[Intro]
This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. …of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. Described as severely mentally disturbed. Videos show another hostage executed by the terrorist group. Deserve to be annihilated.

[Verse 1]
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager
I wanna dance like I’m on the video
I got a fever for the violent behavior
I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo
[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Verse 2]
I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam
I love a lie just like anybody else

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Bridge]
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen
It’s my private movie (Holy War)
Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta
Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero

[Chorus]
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Ego Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody

[Intro]
Yea, Phife
For your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be gone
That’s the place left for dead, and cities end up war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that ass just for running through their lawn
Watch that shallow shallow man walk
Trinidadian love sprout into the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, the silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would enploy
And before he even squeaks it’s decided it’s Malik
Now, give him hope, give him care, raise him while his grandma there
Watch out mama, if you stare, live wide eyes will keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fist
Sometimes overbearing, though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spastic shit and cinematic we documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times, fight it out
Made race face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out
Damn

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you
(Bow wow, woof woof)
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would ever be writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know [?]
Soul so beautiful, [?] indisputable
Heart of the largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took the grip to Granny’s house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans leak, I’s never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue upstairs
Mailbox, bears, all our rhymes was never there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward, well took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black, Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying

[Break]

[Guitar solo: Jack White]