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Hollywood Already Has Two Films About the GameStop Saga in the Works

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If you’ve been anywhere near the internet in the past week, you’ve definitely heard about the Reddit and Robinhood users who managed to turn Wall Street on its head using GameStop stocks. And though many people are still trying to puzzle out the long-term implications of this sort of meme-based trading, Hollywood appears to have already hedged its bets by buying up two new projects based on last week’s events.

Related | First GameStop, Now AMC: Reddit Takes Aim at Wall Street

It all started on Sunday when Deadline reported that MGM had bought the rights to a book proposal about the GameStop stocks coup by The Accidental Billionaires author Ben Mezrich. And while one movie should’ve been enough, the same publication has also found out that Netflix is apparently now in talks to make their very own film about what happened.

According to a new report published on Monday, the streaming giant is currently in negotiations with Zero Dark Thirty screenwriter Mark Boal to write the screenplay, as well as tech activist/journalist Scott Galloway to consult on the project. Not only that, but they also said that Noah Centineo is attached for a major role in the production, though Netflix has declined to comment on any aspects of the film.

In the meantime though, you can read Deadline’s latest report, here.

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Kip Moore – She’s Mine Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Love, I’ve been looking for a while
Been  close a couple times
Man,  she’s hard to find
And towns everywhere along the map
Well, I’ve traveled there and back
And  I wonder where she’s at

[Chorus]
Yeah,  maybe she’s in Dallas
Cheering for the Cowboys
Maybe  laying low down in Mexico
I know she loves the sunshine
Yeah, maybe she’s in Vegas
At a table dealing Blackjack
Hey,  if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Verse 3]
Life, it’s a crazy ride, isn’t it?
And I’m loving every minute
But it’d be better with her in it, yeah

[Chorus 2]
Maybe she’s living in a small town
And she’s taught to fear the Bible
But she’s got a couple friends that she runs around with
Dancin’ with the Devil
Maybe she’s sittin’ in a café
In a lonely crowded city
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Bridge]
Tell her I’m comin’, I’m runnin’
Yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
That I want her, I love her
And I just can’t wait to meet her someday

[Chorus]
Hell, maybe she’s a hippie
Hangin’ on the west coast
With flowers in her hair, prob’ly doesn’t care
‘Bout nothin’ but a good time
Maybe she’s living up in New York
Working down on Wall Street
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

[Outro]
Yeah, tell her she’s mine
Tell her she’s mine
Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, if you see her out tonight
Tell her she’s mine

Jidenna – Worth the Weight Lyrics

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Play this song

[Intro]
People, confusion going on
Why don’t we just learn how to live with one another?
It’s not really impossible, why do we have to make it so hard?
With so much pollution and erasion, why? Why?
If we can learn how to live with one another, then we can learn who is going to take the weight?
Wait, I think that you’ll find it
Wait, wait, I think that you’ll find it
Wait, wait, I think that you’ll find it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I go for the record, I don’t just go for the medals, bro
Niggas used to know that we stronger than the devil, bro
Since I buried Papa in the village with the shovel, bro
Every move is bold, ain’t no time for bein’ subtle, bro
In the face of evil, I can find the needle, haystack
Could have freed my people if this weed was legal way back
Popo spun the wheel on misfortune, but I ain’t play that
They come round and pat-pat-pat us down but I ain’t say jack
I escaped the trap, I escaped the cubicles, bro
I escaped the drive by’s, drop the funerals, bro
And I beat the case, and I beat the chase, woah woah
Can I keep the pace? Can I keep the pace ? I’on know
I escaped them tryna bleach a nigga’s brain
Coulda went to Wall Street, instead I built up my own lane
Rather have a street in my own name
Or money with my face on it like I’m Prince Arcane

[Refrain]
You not gon’ see me frowning in these days and times, you see, the days of the Oyinbo man are numbered like football Jerseys
We all know that all of our suffering and smiling has been worth the wait!

[Verse 2]
My nigga, who knew?
Who knew that that boy from Enugu with the booboo on his knee (Knee)
Back then was actin’ like a poodle on a leash (Leash)
One day he’d have to learn the juju on the streets (Streets)
Starin’ at death, like, is your shooters gonna squeeze? (Squeeze)
Freeze, please
As a little boy slanging chains back in Chinatown
Thinkin’ to myself, I’ma build a block at [?] town wit’ my, wit’ my, wealth
And I pray that I’m the brightest sound that you ever felt
I’ma take a million flights around, ’til that shit is felt
That’s that lead the way, ayy
That’s no piece of cake, ayy
That’s that troll online that live inside the tree all day, ayy
That’s that he so gay, ayy
That’s that she so fake, ayy
That’s that insecure, ayy
That’s that Issa Rae, ayy
Hey
You do you, me do me
So long as you don’t fuss wit’ we (We, baby)

[Outro]
I believe it’s time for an African peoples powered highway. A highway that will connect the Diaspora and Motherland. A global highway for African people all over the world to rediscover themselves. To remember that the only thing that unites black people, globally, the only thing we all have in common is that we are from Africa

Overdrive Orchestra – American Dream lyrics

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Welcome home to the land of the free
Free to lose your mind
A bill of rights, but who’s right to be so wrong?
Woken up again from an American Dream
Back to reality, a sad shadow of a nation long lost
Corrupt with power but not entitled to use it
Propaganda force fed to us like pigs prepared for a slaughter
While gluttonous hogs feast off our bones

If you’re wrong, take it out on me
And if you’re right, there’s nothing left to say
And if you’ve won, turn your rust to gold
But if you’re wrong, throw yourself away

Resurgence of the fourth reich here in America
Silently, swiftly, creepin’ through your area
Hysteria
No rights left from Miranda
As she feeds us propaganda like a fuckin’ cafeteria
Give us a voice just to zip up our lips
Given no choice but just to stick to the script
‘Cuz improvisation is a threat to the nation
An invasion on the United States of Corporation
A stain on the image they keep tryin’ to paint
The portrait of sinner, depicted as a saint
But a saint ain’t meant to be one to deceive
Abuse power and cease to occupy overseas
But when we as a people occupy Wall Street
We get beaten and sprayed, cuffed and taken away
Nothing less than Marshal Law with the ndaa
They just label us as terrorists and lock us in the bay

If you’re wrong, take it out on me
And if you’re right, there’s nothing left to say
And if you’ve won, turn your rust to gold
But if you’re wrong, throw yourself away

Wolfine – Bella Remix lyrics

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(feat. Maluma)

[Intro: Maluma]
Jajaja
Remix
Wolfine
Maluma, baby, muah

[Pre-Coro: Maluma, Wolfine]
Ayer me dijeron tus amigas
Que andabas buscándome como loca en la calle
Y yo bebiendo como un loco cerveza
Con unos parceros dañándome la cabeza
Borracho con el corazón malo
Caminando solo, me la encontré a ella

[Coro: Wolfine, Maluma]
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella
Maluma, baby (prrr)

[Verso 1: Maluma]
Me cogiste en un momento de debilidad
Yo jurándome que nunca más te iba a tocar
Todo por culpa de esas malditas cervezas
Con esos labios en frente, quién no te besa (muah)

Porque no fui capaz de ahí mismo darle stop
En el ranking de mi culo siempre fuiste el top
Nos cagamos los dos solos en la relación
Lo dejamos a lo loco, así sin protección

[Puente: Maluma]
Era demasiado tarde y yo con los trago’ en la cabeza
Eres mi debilidad, me encanta cuando te pones necia
Era demasiado tarde y yo con los trago’ en la cabeza
Eres mi debilidad, a ti nadie te endereza

[Coro: Wolfine, Maluma]
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella (Maluma, baby)

[Verso 2: Wolfine]
Me dijeron que andabas un poco triste
Que te pusiste a beber y con un man por ahí te fuiste
Ay baby, me dañaste el corazón
Ya no creo en el amor, ahora por ti soy peor
Ay baby, me dañaste el corazón
Ya no creo en el amor, ahora por ti soy peor

[Pre-Coro: Maluma, Wolfine]
Ayer me dijeron tus amigas
Que andabas buscándome como loca en la calle (jaja)
Y yo bebiendo como un loco cerveza
Con unos parceros dañándome la cabeza

[Coro: Maluma, Maluma & Wolfine]
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella
Mujer tan bella y yo con una botella
Me dejé enredar fácil, caí en las garras de ella

[Outro: Wolfine, Maluma]
Maluma, baby
Wolfine, “La Versatilidad de la Calle”, papá
Wolfine, ando con el lobo, que no es el de Wall Street
Dj Gangsta, en el ritmo que te provoca
LoMío Records
Medellín, Colombia, parceros
Pa’l mundo entero

Kendrick Lamar – XXX. (feat. U2) lyrics

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[Intro: Bēkon & Kid Capri]
America, God bless you if it’s good to you
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Throw a steak off the ark
To a pool full of sharks, he’ll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he’ll show you somethin’, whoa
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
X-rated
Johnny don’t wanna go to school no mo’, no mo’
Johnny said books ain’t cool no mo’ (no mo’)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin’
God bless America, you know we all love him

[Verse 2]
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin’, he was mobbin’, way belligerent and drunk
Talkin’ out his head, philosophin’ on what the Lord had done
He said: “K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It been a fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.”
He was lookin’ for some closure
Hopin’ I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him
“I can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin’ killed.”
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I’ll wait in front a nigga’s spot and watch him hit his block
I’ll catch a nigga leavin’ service if that’s all I got
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
Ain’t no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I can’t even keep the peace, don’t you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my momma
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I’m ’bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Break: Kendrick Lamar]
Alright, kids, we’re gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag is wrapped in drag with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us!
It’s murder on my street, your street, back streets
Wall Street, corporate offices
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump’s in office
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you Crippin’ or you married to blood?
I’ll ask again — oops, accident
It’s nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America’s reflections of me, that’s what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar—

Curren$y – Game On Freeze Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Mo’ paper, mo’ haters, that’s a known fact
That’s why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position cause stardom make you a target
They starving in my city
But I’m sliding in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God’s grace, no enemies made it through
Getting high behind them gates
Bout to install a fountain in the living room
I’m higher than the moon

[Chorus]
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me
I’m high beneath these palm trees
Bout to take over Wall Street
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze

[Verse 2]
New studio built, fully equipped
I’m up in here round the clock wrapping bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami’s
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I’m always low riding
Bitches like to see G’s hit switches
My life is exciting, my life is enticing
Feds building [?] and files about me
But I’m straight you know my paper got me

[Chorus]
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life

Cherry lambo – Evalyn lyrics

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Lyrics Evalyn – Cherry lambo

I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
Wanna be king in a cherry Lambo
I wanna go hard, but I wanna lay low, I want it all
I want a boyfriend, but I wanna run free
Wanna be nasty, wanna be sweet
Want the West Coast with the little Wall Street, I want it all.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what you know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.

I wanna hop trains, wanna win the lotto
And buy my mama a sick condo
In my Chuck Taylors and my Tom Ford, I want it all
I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
We could be kings in a cherry Lambo
If you wanna hang tight or you wanna let go, we’ll have it all.

Got debt that we owe, f*ck what we know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
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Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what I now
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.
Evalyn lyrics
Video lambo

Dave East – Have You Ever (Paranoia Album)

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[Verse 1]
I never follow orders put that on my daughter (Kairi)
Back and forth to Florida hide the coke in goya
Pistol on my dresser bitch I’m from the border
Reef Buck my brother, Big Bay my brother
Really know I got ‘em, Druggy know I really love ’em
All this forever love, mix around the headshot
This Crip I was never Blood, I’m just speaking facts
Papi told me work knowing that I’ma bring it back
Codeine gives me cold sweats
I had to tell my pops that he ain’t old yet
Percocets get in me, I got no stress
Dancing with the devil bitch I’m Milly Rocking
Freaky down in Philly its crazy now I got Philly rocking
My youngin’ trapping in Brooklyn, that nigga stealing Thompkins
Ponzi scheming like them Wall Street crackers that got it
Immaculate profits that mean that paper God bless
I talked to Scrappy just knowing he walk the yard stressed
Them park sets had my back bigger
Know that you a target, you a black nigga
Used to homicide so we react quicker
We ain’t have a dollar on us but we had liquor
Drunk in the projects that was me, go ask niggas

[Chorus]
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
You got the key to the city? Well shit I need a copy
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi

[Verse 2]
I hid my pistol in my sock drawer
Everybody hard, we had the hard and you could cop soft
For some reason I don’t feel nothing when they knock a cop off
You ain’t the only one getting money I got these drop offs
Just thinking back to when i hardly was out
And Baltimore you got it cheap so we target the South
Had dime bags on me walking past LaGuardia Houses
They killed my cousin fuck we talking about? Forever beef
Ain’t no truce here
My aunt used to tell me why she ain’t move there
Every year the same in the projects like what is New Years?
[?] came home, same nigga they gave him two years
Crazy or forever, always keep a pair of blue Air’s
That first night in prison is the worst
Made it worse was coming home and seeing my niggas on the a shirt
Had to get it out the mud, I got respect for the dirt
Thinking how newer fiends would get their checks on the 1st
Sixty thousand in diamonds they like, "His neck gotta hurt"
Know my paps did dirt for that in life I’m probably cursed
Me and my daughter mother realized it never worked
I got sick of the same jeans, I just wanted a better shirt
Wanted some better shoes, can’t tell me I never worked

[Chorus]
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
You got the key to the city? Well shit I need a copy
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi

Lana Del Rey – Boarding School Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Everyone from home
Says that you’re so cool
Come on, everybody
To the boarding school
Everyone from town
Says that you’re so cool
Come on, get down
To the boarding school

[Verse 1]
Let’s do drugs
Make love with our teachers
Come on, baby, tell me
Where his tattooed-ass beat ‘ya
I’m a fan of pro-ana nation
I do them drugs to stop the f-food cravings
If you wanna get high with me
I’m in the back doing crack, drinkin’ p-p-pepsi

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Cheap trailer trash and everyone knows it
But she got a great ass and she knows how to show it
With American flags on each little finger
You’re crashing on Wall Street
While I’m blowing up as a singer

[Verse 3]
If you wanna get that scholarship
Yale’s not a problem, let’s solve it
Educated in the language of doin’ it
Get down like your tutor taught you to
And do it

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
If you wanna get that sugar cane
If you wanna be that pin-up queen
You can, you can
If you wanna do that south beach swing
Or go on a groove, vacationing
You can, you can, you can

[Bridge]
When they said prolific, they weren’t kidding
You thought that I was just a calender kitten
But now you heard me purring, tiger, you’re smitten
So let’s begin to major in the art of sinnin’

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Get down, get down

Steven Chapman – Now We Know (Awakening) lyrics

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Now we Know (Awakening)

Choosing peace over war, I’ll ride a bike instead of killing more
You tell us, war is what we need
But now we know, we’re awakening

Choosing not to believe, Wall Street is the real thief
We are all in slavery
But now we know, we’re awakening

Well all our lives we’ve told what’s real
Illusions created for control and fear
Imagined not being hypnotized, and see right through controllers lies
And live in a different reality, one that’s met for you and me
A world created for love and peace
And stop killing others for someone’s greed
Now we know, we’re awakening

Choosing soul as your eyes, you will see through the lies
All Illusions disappear
And now we know, we’re awakening

Well the taxes we pay is nothing but abuse
They steal our money for their own use
They’re playing God who should they answer to, me and you

Well all our lives we’ve told what’s real
Illusions created for control and fear
Imagined not being hypnotized, and see right through controllers lies
And live in a different reality, one that’s met for you and me
A world created for love and peace,
And stop killing others for someone’s greed
Now we know, we’re awakening

Choosing love over fear, amazing what will appear
Many years of control
And now we know, we’re awakening
Now we know, we’re awakening

Talib Kweli & Styles P – In The Field (The Seven Album)

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[Intro: Malcolm X]
There was two kind of slaves, there was the house negro and the field negro, the house negro they lived in the house, with master
The house negro if master said we got a good house here the house negro said "yeah we got a good house here" whenever the master said we you said we that’s how you can tell a house negro if the master got sick the house negro will say "whats the matter boss, we sick?" We sick!?!
That was that house negro in those days he was called a house nigga and that’s what we call them today cause we still got some house niggas running around here

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Yeah it’s black on black crime but it’s blue on black crime
Police killin’ the brown man and doing no time
The judge is a Nazi, but he ain’t in the Klan
The jail’s the plantation they spread it across the land
I’m thinkin’ what will that change?
If big industry money pays for campaigns (think about it)
I know the 1 percenters lovin’ that the gov run the people
But people should run the government
The day of reckonin’ is when the sleep wakes up
And the 99 percenters can really cake up
I ain’t go to Harvard or Yale, I went to jail
But hold a horse that’s pale, and the slave ship sails
It ain’t on water, but I know who’s steerin’ it
The reptilians hid the truth about the pyramids, damn
My genetics is kinetic, the devil is a lie
His agenda is pathetic

[Hook: Styles P & Talib Kweli]
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Yeah there’s black on black crime
But there’s white on white crime
When you adjust for population all the numbers they align
So why we never hear white on white on the nightly news?
Ain’t no profitin’ over criminalizin’ white dudes
Poverty breeds criminals but watch what you call me
Because if I’m a criminal what about bankers on Wall Street?
Or the fast food industry that be feeding us horse meat?
Been this way since in the fields picking sugar or coffee nigga
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field
Probably with the steel now they got me on the wheel
With the ghost, too confident to be cocky to keep it real
We veto that phony shit and block it like a bill
Whether Bobby by the pound, or Whitney by the ki
We movin’ weight it’s a mistake to get money and make it free
They’ll lock up Jesus when they see wooly hair and burnt feet
If you a felon you a slave, remember the thirteenth, nigga

[Hook: Styles P & Talib Kweli]
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field

[Verse 3: Styles P]
I thought Barack could have been a spook who sat by the door
But he signed a dark act middle finger to the law
Now I gotta get a foreign plan to eat raw
But I wouldn’t be surprised if they killed me on tour
Life is a bitch, America is a whore
Get sick and try to see this little picture I draw
You can have a gun but need bullets to go to war
You already half-dead from the food that’s in the stores

[Verse 4: Talib Kweli]
Ghost these rappers ain’t better tellin’ tales so tall
A whole industry of employees pretendin’ that they the boss
Niggas that you thought was official is fallin’ off
Shit ain’t been the same since the ’95 Source
Every breath that we take is a threat, they pissed off
If we alive we get put in the system and get lost
My mother scared for us, prepared for the loss
But sayin’ shit like if you die make sure you got on clean drawers

[Hook]
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field

[Outro: Malcolm X]
I’m a field negro, just as the slave master of that day used Tom, the house negro, to keep the field negroes in check the same old slave master today has negroes who are nothing but modern Uncle Tom’s to keep you and me in check, keep us passive and peaceful
It’s like when you go to the dentist and the man is gon’ take your tooth. you gon’ bite him when he start pulling, so they squirt some stuff in your jaw called Novocaine to make you think they not doing anything to you. So you sit there and cause you got all that Novocaine in your jaw you suffer, peacefully

Kendrick Lamar – XXX Lyrics

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[Intro: Bono & Kid Capri]
America, God bless you if it’s good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Throw a steak off the yacht
To a pool full of sharks, he’ll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he’ll show you somethin’, whoa
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
X-rated
Johnny don’t wanna go to school no mo’, no mo’
Johnny said books ain’t cool no mo’ (no mo’)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin’
God bless America, you know we all love him
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin’, he was mobbin’, way belligerent and drunk
Talkin’ out his head, philosphin’ on what the Lord had done
He said: “K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It’s been a fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.”
He was lookin’ for some closure
Hopin’ I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
“I can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin’ killed.”
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I’ll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
I’ll catch a nigga leavin’ service if that’s all I got
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
Ain’t no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I can’t even keep the peace, don’t you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my mama
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I’m ’bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Alright, kids, we’re gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag
Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us!
It’s murder on my street, your street, back streets
Wall Street, corporate offices
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump’s in office
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you Crippin’ or you married to blood?
I’ll ask again—oops—accident
It’s nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America’s reflections of me, that’s what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar—

Evalyn – Filthy Rich

Azlyrics

Mommy says I’m a smoking gun
They call me cheap champagne, but I’m Miss Dom Perignon
Kids on line they say I’ve had too much fun
I get high with the spotlight on
Baby, when the crowd goes home, I’m all alone
I’ve got no one
Baby, when the credits wrong, no self control
I come undone

I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a bitch
I’ve got a driver, so I’m never alone
I thought you knew I wasn’t late night catfight
Cocaine kill with the bed bite
Strong out I’ll [?]
Wall Street on weekend night, oh
I thought you knew

Mommy calls me a setting sun
Pretty little Hollywood, gonna have a Rollingstone
Spread page one
And credit card are so much fun
Jesus, won’t you save my soul? No self control,
I come undone

I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a bitch
I’ve got a driver, so I’m never alone
I thought you knew I wasn’t late night catfight
Cocaine kill with the bed bite
Strong out I’ll [?]
Wall Street on weekend night, oh
I thought you knew
I thought you knew

Maserati gonna be here any minute now
Maserati gonna be here any minute now

I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a bitch
I’ve got a driver, so I’m never alone
I thought you knew I wasn’t late night catfight
Cocaine kill with the bed bite
Strong out I’ll [?]
Wall Street on weekend night, oh
I thought you knew
I thought you knew
I thought you knew

Nov 7, Alkaline Ricochet Lyrics

Azlyrics

Intro

2016
Wall Street
Common…

Hear me nuh
Hear me nuh
Idecash
Dj Frass
Yo Rappa!
Well, well, well

Chorus
Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
Fu#king fool…
Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends
Bait up him family, bait up him endz
I couldn’t tell you say I sorry fi none of them
(Mi nuh sorry fi none of them)

Verse 1
You a hear me?
Bushmaster just a fire like a rocket
Spliff kotch inna mi mouth, mi have the AR and a clap it
Bere man a chatty too, hope dem have badness fi back it
Cyan catch quako, catch him shirt or him jacket
A coulda over Wendy’s, mi a go knock it
Nuh haffi lef’ mi car, just crack the window and slap it
The “9X” weh dem a sing inna song, mi got it
Look like one of me phone, coulda pass fi one of mi gadget
Nuh bring no war to me if you nuh plan fi go hot it
Nah go take nuh talk, nobody cyan call me fi squash it
We know you short of gun, ‘member them snatch it
Cold up now
No current, none in di socket

Hook
Mi buy mi own gun, how me fi panic?
This a carry 30, with a scope so me can track it
If it catch anywhere pon your bone it a go crack it
Fire 5 inna your chest, hold down your hand, it cyan go block it

Chorus
Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
Fu#king fool…
Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends
Bait up him family, bait up him endz
I couldn’t tell you say I sorry fi none of them
(Fi none of them)

Verse 2
Then wait deh!
How come nobody nah talk?
Tap him pon
him shoulder deh, tell him him fall off
Shouldn’t shoob your head through the rail, shot a take it

all off (yeah!)
20-16 show the pusi them we nah laugh! (Straight!)
Look how me creep up pon them neat, like say mi cyan walk
Them and themselves, you cyan go see him, because the car dark
Lef’ them a bleed out of them car inna di car park
Ackee Walk ready and a wait fi the war start
Nuh have no license fi dem yah, but that cyan stop me
Haffi roll like how mi roll because them nah drop me
Them wouldn’t mind me get a sentence fi them laugh at me
Join the line, a nuh dem alone waan clap we
Novice!

Hook
Buy mi own gun, how me fi panic? (How mi fi panic?)
This a carry 30, with a scope so me can track it
If it catch anywhere pon your bone it a go crack it
Fire 5 inna your chest, hold down your hand, it cyan go block it

Chorus
Go run down di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
(Wha’ you call that?)
A fu#king fool…
Bwoy step out inna the war and bait up him friends (believe me!)
Bait up family, bait up him endz
“Spin ’round di car, mi nuh business, I goin’ murder dem!”

Verse 3
Wait…
Then how him still a say a fi him place?
(Fi him place wha’?)
Them paint out fi him face!
Shot full him up, da body deh haffi go cremate
Put them to sleep, and make the scheme wake
Wha’ dem have fi show?
Dem lose it and nuh know
Take ‘way him phone, him only bad in front of video
Mi go shot up the widow, family a go with you
See say you a look a strength, that’s why me answer you

Chorus
Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
Fu#king fool…
Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends
Bait up family, bait up him endz
“Spin ’round di car, mi nuh business, I goin’ murder dem!”