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+**************************************************
+Wu-Tang[Hook: U-God]
+You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man
+(Wu-Tang!)
+I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger, man
+(Wu-Tang!)
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+I love bankrolls, stank hoes, camera shots, Kangols, bangles
+Pink records, check it, yeah, I make those
+More paper than Kinko's, check my lingo, bingo
+On my face, honey, not a wrinkle, trinkle
+My twinkle twinkle, make your toenails crinkle
+Twist up a dinkle, and honey, let's mingle, jingle
+When the nightfall, I'm tight with my white walls
+The greedy pain, draining on my life force
+Behold the pale white horse, the hype loss with tight jaws
+Fight law off, cuz I don't like ya'll
+Huh, I'm from the tar pits, the hard target to squash the market
+You're brain washed, watch the starships
+I make cars flip, Deck bomb atomic, Islamic arms
+Kiss the comet, this time, he's gone
+I grip the don, rip arms out the socket, cock it
+Fly logic, now watch me sky rocket, watch it
+Hot as the tropic get, bulletproof asaphogus
+Steel cage confidence, burn it on a floppy disc
+Swerve the metropolis, my whole team in back of me
+You just a half of ki, I'm a coke factory
+[Hook: U-God] (x2)
+You ain't heard us in a minute
+You heard us in a minute, man (Wu-Tang!)
+I keep banging on you niggas
+Finger on my trigger, man (Wu-Tang!)
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Yo, thank god it's Friday, like it's just me and my chick
+Cruising the highway, she twisting my piff
+You see I'm living proof that crime pay, the type that go at a bitch
+The type to shoot the gift, and blow every clip
+I know this money like the back of my hand, you get the back of my hand
+Just like a fiend who took a package and ran
+Po-po be hopping out of passenger vans, harassing niggas in Park Hill
+For marked bills, ratchets and grams
+So I move like I'm ducking a charge, I'm trying to set up shop
+Get this gwop, get the fuck out of dodge
+Most my niggas like to puff in the car, most these hoes emotionally scared
+And keep the works stuffed in they bras
+This is ghetto rap, where the pot be calling the kettle black
+My bullets trynna see where they head is at, I'm heading back
+To the slums, back to the block, I got the Clan on my back
+And you know we heading back to the top, nigga
+
+[Hook: U-God] (x2)
+You ain't heard us in a minute
+You heard us in a minute, man (Wu-Tang!)
+I keep banging on you niggas
+Finger on my trigger, man (Wu-Tang!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Drugs[U-God]
+I don't know where to begin, or where to start
+All I know is I broke my mother heart
+It started way back with a little weed
+Then it grew into acid, coke and speed
+I became that monster with a need to feed
+Was it greed? No, I just needed to freeze
+Then I dibbled in this, then I dabbled in that
+Then the next thing you know, I was exposed to crack
+And I guess curiosity killed the cat
+And the way that it look, ain't no turning back
+And I used to have the hook up, g'sll splurge
+Now, I just cook up to feed my herbs
+Now, people just look up, like he's the third
+Cuz he walk around town like he's a bird
+Instead of money it was drugs that he prefered
+Say no to the substance, heed my words
+
+[Chorus 2X: U-God]
+I don't love the drugs, drugs love me
+It's the coke, and the weed, and the ecstasy
+It's a terrible disease, that go down down deep
+And all day long it be calling me
+
+[U-God]
+My father, he had dope fiend arms
+Lord, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus for moms
+Damn, I did her wrong, not a pot to piss in
+And the, TV's missing, couldn't stop the addiction
+Damn, that cause friction, I broke the trust
+Huh, how could I tell her that I smoked it up
+And I smoked the red dust, to fight the demons
+And I need a head rush, cuz tonight I'm fiending
+Not for the nicotine, the pipe I'm screaming
+And the monkey on my back, can't fight the feeling
+And I did a robbery, I broke the clip
+And I caught a lottery ticket and smoked the dip
+Life fucked up, nigga, I choked my bitch
+Police tried to cuff me and I broke the stick
+I'm as low as I can get, low as I can get, nigga
+Low, low, need another hit, nigga
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[U-God]
+I love getting high, throwing dick to dames
+Lived life to the fullest like my name Rick James
+I don't know what's more addictive, the chicks, the fame
+Damn, I done shamed my family name
+One foot in the rain, one foot in the flame
+Ugh, rich or poor, whatever you call it
+I'm a cigarette smoker, two sips from alcoholic
+Got to change my ways, flush drugs down the toilet
+
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Train Trussle[Intro: Mike Tyson sample]
+I'm the best ever, I'm the most brutal and vicious
+And most ruthless champion there's ever been
+There's no one can stop me, there's never been nobody who could ---
+I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like me
+I'm from their cloth, there's no one who can match me
+Praise be to Allah!
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Just jewels, no crew heavy, my inside pants lay
+Come packing like two machetes, one ratchet
+Two clubs and a mask, jumping out a green rover
+Niggas balling me down, that's when I reached over
+Figured they ain't got no manners, young boys round here
+They don't know my status
+See niggas looking for a full time jack move
+But they don't know, that these blades here crack dudes
+Give it to them quick, something like fast food
+Take a nigga gun like, you gon' blast who?
+Cinderella girl, fronting in them glass shoes
+Homo thug, bitch ass nigga, I smash you
+You mad, 'cause you rocking a shit bag, smelling like piss
+When it popped, ya click ran, you fucking with powerful men
+Come value your business, it ain't all gravy
+You pussy niggas, you'se the Avon lady, fuck you
+[Hook: U-God & Scotty Wotty]
+We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle
+Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
+Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
+Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled
+We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle
+Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
+Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
+Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Yo, I hit 'em up with the snubs, puff the bigger buds
+So sinister, a John Dillinger, yeah, I've been a thug
+Fire all cylinders, swing with gritty love
+Smooth talk, watch a moonwalk up in the club
+I'm like Michael Jackson without the glitter glove
+Go get it for sure, that's right, a jitterbug
+A minister of death, came back to finish ya
+At the tip of the missile, a fish, you been a scud
+That's right, it's in my blood, damn, what's in them drugs
+They make you spit slugs, leave marks in the floor
+Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall
+Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson your jaw
+If I sell out, yo, I'm copping some more
+Get the hell out, or I'm popping the four
+Shell pour out, big boxes of bullets
+Your snotbox is bust, when I cock to the fullest
+[Hook: U-God & Scotty Wotty]
+We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle
+Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
+Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
+Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled
+We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle
+Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
+Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
+Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled
+
+[Verse 3: Scotty Wotty]
+Consider me pissed off
+Them swiners better throw in they hog trough
+'Fore I blast the hot shot of Smirnoff
+Rhymes contrast to an airplane crash
+I precede the aftermath of an acid bath
+Take a leap from the Hyatt, and walk home bloody from a riot
+And still stay chubby on a diet
+Chicken in Michigan, get ya head crushed with a Michelin
+It's obvious, the God ain't settling
+Reputation and ego, buried in ghetto cathedrals
+Blow the Ruger, brothers wanna through rubbles
+Rock fight avalanches and ambushing
+Contaminated bitches, dirty dishes and dope pushes
+I dreamt plus I get a rush from a toilet flush
+It wasn't us, it was Paul and his brother
+Uncle and four cousins, they had to die like the Dirty Dozen
+I guzzle punks like 22's
+Embezzle words and verbs, and interval avenues
+It's important to be caution, click of this magnitude is remorseless
+We eat the fucking cake without the frosting
+Contents contained, shackles his splattered brain
+Ever since Killah Priest was ordained
+I'm bringing back the revelry, I had with Beverly
+And half of you corn niggas is greener than celery
+Fuck outta here
+[Hook: U-God & Scotty Wotty]
+We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle
+Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
+Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
+Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled
+We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle
+Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
+Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
+Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled
+We scuffle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle
+Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
+Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
+Stay on your side, or get your life bubbled
+We tussle, raps and cracks, it's a known hood hustle
+Through the bus stop, under the train trussle
+Forty five degrees, divide the block muscle
+Stay on your side, or get your wig knuckled
+
+[Outro: Mike Tyson]
+My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
+And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart
+Praise be to Allah!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rumble[Intro: U-God]
+Countdown...
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+Are you ready? Are you mad inside?
+Got you strapped down to your seats
+Out of the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
+God speed, approach follow my lead
+Fire winds gust, empire crush
+Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush
+Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul
+Sound waves slay out the bat cave smoke
+My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
+Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
+Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
+All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
+No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
+In the shaft, shotty cocked, hip hop to the limit
+Nightwatch, pad mark
+Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
+Gimmie what it takes NOW!!
+
+[Chorus: x2: U-God]
+Rage, rock roll, fight
+Brawl, fall, rumbleee!
+[Verse 2: Letha Face]
+The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
+With the possibility to stop your walkin ability
+God forgive me, spark enemies with pistol grips
+The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick
+Official scripts strikes when physical hits
+You physical bitch, watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit
+Submit, subject to the wreck war tone, and thought poems
+Liver than WWF Warzone
+Walk upon them Gotti tracks, bodies collapse
+Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
+Logical facts from the terror dome
+Spill from the guts, trail to you ?puss? from where you bust
+In God you now entrust
+Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck
+Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut
+While crowd round up
+
+[Chorus: x2: U-God]
+Rage, rock roll, fight
+Brawl, fall, rumbleee!
+
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+A-yo, yo;
+I spit bars, traveling tremendous speed measuring far
+Been busting satellites circling Mars
+Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
+Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse
+Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
+Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded
+This music, is mind control like computer chips
+Been doing this for numerous years, refuse to lose it
+With turbo tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier
+Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over
+Ayatollah, high roller nine totter
+Mind controller, 2009 time folder
+My coalition, bring the demolition
+Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no intermission
+Spitting hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks
+Makin million men march
+[Chorus: x2: U-God]
+Rage, rock roll, fight
+Brawl, fall, rumbleee!
+
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+Yo, who got next? Meth got next
+I chin check, all these MC's line em up god, I go Jihad
+Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
+Police squads trying to bogard, we rip and rob
+The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
+In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death, but scared to live
+So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
+Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me
+Slowly I turn, face the one and only
+Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
+Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch
+36 Chambers, enter at your own risk
+Take that watch off and tuck your necklace
+City never sleeps, streets is restless
+Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it
+Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless
+Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
+I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy
+
+[Chorus: x2: U-God]
+Rage, rock roll, fight
+Brawl, fall, rumbleee!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fame[Intro]
+You know it's all about (fame, fame)
+You know it's all about (fame)
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+I'm a winner in my book
+Lean Cuisine in the kitchen, the fly cook
+In the air like Kareem and the sky hook
+Def juxt, my left hook
+This is easy work
+The mic mechanics, see the greasy shirt
+This is easy perks
+Photo 2-stepped out of the chopper
+My bitch know she cute
+Manolo boots keep cussin' at the hustlers
+How you gon' get loot, you're cussin' out the customers
+No sales, you better have my cash
+If the feds don't grab me, I got lots of plans
+I'll need goals, the all-star cast
+In the leading role, call it cruise control
+Everything is shakable, everything is takable
+No chinks in my armor, I'm feeling unbreakable
+Swimming through the sharks tank, I'm top rank for the
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+(Fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+On my arm I draw ink, resemble war tank
+The glass tipper, spilling up more drink
+All I do is think of ways to smash 'em
+Eyes on me, rise for the anthem
+Rings like Green Lantern in the green Phantom
+Talk of the town, "Don't he look handsome?"
+You're little league, you owe me major debt
+It's the takeover, I'm cashing European checks
+Brush your teeth, I'm your early morning toothache
+Stomp the roach, this is how my boot taste
+Cotton candy, hot sippin' brandy
+Pass me my suitcase you skinny pants fruitcake
+Listen to the grime when it's mixed with crime
+A dozen of my rhyme books, you're stalkin' on my timeline
+From the foul line back to the huddle
+Writin' tracks on the bullet train to the shuttle for the
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+(Fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+[Verse 3: Styles P]
+Raised by wolves like the book by Prevario
+Did a lot of dirt but never would say sorry though
+Wild like the latin boys down in El Barrio
+Crook on the juxt then you better do your cardio
+Run to him or run from him
+He's a killer so you can't take his gun from him
+He bagged coke so his hands feel numb from him
+He's a cold-hearted bastard, better dumb dumb him
+Preferably a .45, my job is making sure
+If they violate the big man, the little shorty ride
+Out in the stretcher in the ambalance
+Me, I let the hammer blam for niggas
+Moving grams on the hand to hand
+If I'm talking snow, it's a avalanche
+I ain't thinking of rap, catch me in the battle stance
+Yeah it's the Ghost, motherfucker
+Guns, rappers and blunts, yeah I smoke motherfuckers
+
+[Verse 4: U-God]
+Check out my drunk dance, the Killah Hill redbone
+Put that on my headstone, you see the gemstone?
+Caught it in the endzone, headphones Dr. Dre
+The new sensation, yeah I got a lot to say
+Let him speak, he's so misunderstood
+Let him speak, the new voice of the hood
+Never had the hype, always had the heart
+Keep it simple and sharp, then I land on the charts for the
+[Hook: U-God]
+(Fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)
+For the (fame)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pleasure or Pain[Intro: U-God]
+Once again...
+Through the storms
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+I gotta stay strong take deep breaths, hold on long
+Bring the harm with no regrets
+On my chest, let me knowledge be born on levels, wild
+Devil copters mark my every step
+When the riots form, my woman keeps me warm
+From Fort Green I sing the song mean
+Bring the calm overseas, glide high in the skies
+Sky dive... far... far as the eye could see
+In the midst of acapell', I ball my fist up
+Unravel, travellin to the cells of Gotti
+I shot up a shell, will he drop? Will he flop?
+Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail?
+The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet
+Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed
+I air mail the senseless scar, two snub noses
+Niggas love those expensive cars
+Is it him and those twenty inch rims, splittin the tar?
+An amazon woman from the stripbar
+God, it varies, Halle Berry, stars eatin hard cherries
+This world is bizarre, not bein far from Mars
+Galaxy hoppin, non-stoppin the sun rays
+Stayin paid for real, 'til I'm old and grey
+Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay
+Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day
+Engaged a lot, rockin hot and cold chains
+Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock the missles
+Let off one, stay in your lane
+Everybody got issues, I'm drunk off the rum
+Numb, one case got thrown out in dismissal
+Everybody got pistols, but will the referee blow the whistle
+Before I lock on your ass, bone gristle?
+These streets is crystal, crystal, crystal
+[Verse 2: Hell Razah]
+Pleasure and pain, some took lead to the brain
+Got rich and couldn't live for the end of the game
+Government train, breakin off the slavery chain
+From a weddin to a funeral, it's pleasure and pain
+Guns, gangs cock back, ready to aim
+Colin Fergusons, ridin on the back of the train
+Televisions and this cocaine, got us insane
+We got to war, if we all got a burner, then flame
+Baby showers, same day as nuclear showers
+Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour
+Shots fired in the night, from the heart of the coward
+Stop the growth of the young flowers from going to Howard
+Brooklyn Beirut, raised in fatigues and boots
+Blue-printin who we hittin, and we need to shoot
+No description, all though it was dark, an Egyptain
+And didn't have no love, but a grudge against Clinton
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+Representin... how much gold can one man claim?
+Over horizon, recognize him, it's candy rain
+Flusty, lookin out of dusty old window pane
+With nothin to lose, but everythin to gain
+So far to go, much more is unclaimed
+No delay, when we spray, we Play IV Keeps in the Jeeps
+Stumpin somethin gritty, it's gun nitty in the city
+That never sleeps, street sweepin
+Is senseless, intense, fenced in, fleein
+A long road ahead, I'm still believin in my freedom
+On the darkest day, I'd say your darkest hour
+I came to realize, the sin is most inner-most power
+So enchanted, cry inside, fryin and dancin
+At God speed, damn it, fear is planted
+Severe nature of man, there's still no cure
+Seduce me, reduce me to ashes, caught in the law
+Atoms scatter, brain lashes, to the core question
+Still no answers, moves of the phantom, handsome
+Midnight silence surround us, eye in the sky
+Everything is a lesson, RZA I love the God for all of your blessings
+I'm reppin, grateful 'til I'm dead, hateful heads, we under Allah's
+Protection
+Essence of life, one second, after the blastin
+I wonder, is Heaven truly everlastin?
+I'm askin, I said it to four lost relatives missin, in action
+Communication breakdown, it's all the same
+Havin a nervous breakdown, draw you insane
+It's just pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain
+Another man's loss, another man's gain
+Stay in the game, pleasure and pain
+We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain
+Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain, pain, pain, painEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Epicenter[Intro: movie samples, Inspectah Deck]
+I call this the wild style
+It's inherited from Wu Mei
+The Huang style founder
+Hahahahaha, what else have you got?
+Wu-Tang
+INS your highness
+Golden Arms
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+The booth with the ground wire
+Where I control my empire, thugs call me sire
+To roam my kingdom, you must spit fire
+Bars of fifty, what the crown requires
+A few good men stand up, motivated to do shit
+They know how to file the blueprint
+You getting this exclusive
+Stamped and packaged for your personal usage
+A shot of this is ruthless
+Inmates salute this, young kids root for this
+The whole world waits upon a Goldie exclusive
+I stay secluded and think about the process
+Stay submerged, similar to Loch Ness
+Surface when the time is right, or my soldier night
+Rebel music, Geto Boys in the spotlight
+Keep everything in hindsight, living the lime life
+Sharp on a [?], just keeping my mind right
+And watch what you say around a chick
+She spread last through the click like Ebola on the tip
+Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap
+They yell, "Wu forever across the map"
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+No question, your dude is live
+I line 'em up like the song sell two for five
+It's all love, you can hate, you can scrutinize
+Fuck with me, boy, that's suicide, foolish pride
+I spent every form of cash, bagged mad exotic hotties
+Like I just became a made man, how they mob me
+Started from the lobby, Rebel get it shaking like the dice hand
+Flying a rag, no flight plan
+Overtime with the grind 'cause I'm working late
+Murder on the first tape, first 48
+Hotter than Hell's Kitchen
+I lay my head where the shells ripping
+Mama knew I was a threat so she named me Jason
+Take your pick, either Bourne, Voorhees, or Statham
+My flag waving
+Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap
+They yell, "Wu forever" across the map
+
+[Verse 3: Scotty Wotty]
+Slick down bread was spread, it's in the envelope
+36 pounds of shit under the microscope
+They knew my horoscope, they know I'm lactose
+They know I bust the sheet, slam out the cantaloupe
+They had the periscope slammed down my tonsils
+They tried to hit me with some decoyed sponsor
+I'm in the market every time I spark it
+I live to [?] with the concrete carpet
+I was in Rikers when you was in diapers
+Run the guards from the circle and created a cypher
+I grew 'em up, we elevated to the tour bus
+Masculine, adrenaline
+Running through your veins like dope in a tenement
+Where I became a resident
+Hooked up with the God and we became venomous
+Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap
+They yell, "Wu forever" across the map
+[Verse 4: Raekwon]
+New Bentayga with 50 keys
+Driving off the road Narco style, they caught me in Belize
+Fingerprints burned, Asics on
+Made a u-turn, pulled at the weed spot
+Glock on me, new rock on me
+Maybach beige [?] Nikehead
+Tracksuit got special powers, these guns carry dollars
+Mutilating chumps by the lumpsum
+Jump if you want something
+I be in the front with the pumps company
+Yeah, yeah, them niggas with fresh kicks
+Caught up in the mix, stress quick then we dress whips
+All the hoes give 'em the best tips
+We floating the best ships, throw your ass over like dead fish
+Yeah, for real, it's all hood Bible shit
+Mike Tysonal, all us on our tribal shit
+Atop of the highest mountain, the epicenter of rap
+They yell, "Wu forever" across the mapEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+XXX[Intro]
+Hello?
+Nigga, pick up your phone!
+Why you ain't been answerin' your phone?
+Old bitch ass nigga
+You is not motherfuckin' Rakim with yo little ass
+Answer the phone, nigga
+Damn, damn, there she go again
+I ain't [?] ass anyway, just a bitch ass nigga
+You got the game fucked up
+Pick up your phone
+
+[Chorus: U-God & Method Man]
+I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say
+I'm havin' problems with a jealous ex
+I know she listenin' but F it that
+I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say
+I know she listenin' but F it that
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+I'm havin' problems with a jealous ex
+Hack my phone, blowin' up my texts
+It's like she watchin' when I'm havin' sex
+I know you listenin' but fucker that
+She always sweatin' who I'm fuckin' next
+But she sweatin' out her hair with her friends at the disco tech
+I slide through the 'jects and she gets upset
+We ain't fucked in years, why you on my neck?
+Didn't rock up north with the kid
+When he did a bid for bricks and things
+What I should've did was never threw the dick on her
+Never should've spent on her, steak dinners
+Always in the crib with them fake niggas
+I'm eight figures, get richer
+Thots assure yourself why you hate a winner
+On my DM but you just a BM
+What you wanna be him? Never that
+[Chorus: U-God & Method Man]
+I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say
+I'm havin' problems with a jealous ex
+Hack my phone leavin' text message after text
+It's like she watchin' while I'm havin' sex
+I know she listenin' but F it that
+I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say
+I know she listenin' but F it that
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+These girls of the world ain't nothin' but trouble
+The quest for paper keep me locked in the bubble
+It's that Richie Rich, scoop it up with a shovel
+Took a look at my financial, it's time to double
+Would you love it if I crumbled, hah?
+Bet you love it if I stumbled, hah?
+Swear, I hate this bitch, I know she follows me
+I know this little hood booger wanna swallow me
+And I almost caught a felony, she trouble
+When she keyed a whip, had a fit, through a brick through the crib
+Disrupt my shit 'cause she saw a chick
+It ain't shit boom bip, think nothin' of it
+
+[Chorus: U-God & Method Man]
+I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say
+I'm havin' problems with a jealous ex
+Hack my phone leaving text message after text
+It's like she watchin' while I'm havin' sex
+I know she listenin' but F it that
+I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say
+I know she listenin' but F it that
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+She hit 'em, nut, then it's seven next
+See, I'm just tryin' keep it real, but on the real, I wish we never met
+Gettin' them feelings then she get upset
+It's been a minute since we had any dealings, what, you ain't get it yet?
+Trick, you never should've cheated on the kid but you did
+Gave up the rib, you pig
+What you shoulda did was
+Never shoulda crept on me
+Never shoulda lept on me, chow, beat it
+'Bout to get some chicken and some side pieces
+Mighta even skeeted on that Tempur-Pedic
+Maybe I'm shady and slim, holy Slim Jesus
+You know I mean it, why you holdin' grievance if all you want is penis?
+Neva that
+
+[Chorus: U-God & Method Man]
+I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you say
+I'm havin' problems with a jealous ex
+Hack my phone leaving text message after text
+It's like she watchin' while I'm havin' sex
+I know she listenin' but F it that
+I'll be here no matter what you do, no matter what you sayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dat’s Gangsta[U-God]
+Brand new magnetic Killah Hill scorches
+Monster talk bosses, spank 'em, step into my office
+Crunch time steroid big boy ditches
+Eyes that lay for blood money riches
+Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker
+Arch-crime Hitler, lurking with the lifter
+Shift the man vs. man heavy on the hands
+Chef in the kitchen cooking love love..slam!
+Blow out the stash; keep the bundle in the bush and the trash
+G-up, burn rubber for the reup..fast
+Terrible lung split frame for reala
+One-man go low hit man guerilla
+Whispering there something of a thriller, killer
+Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff
+Dirty tombs diggin' you and my duty
+Rudy, mighty rap now toss another beauty
+Truly yours Golden Arms New York native
+Talk, shank in my mouth now gangsta walk
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+(effect)..Rock! Dat's Gangsta
+What? Dat's Gangsta
+(effect) Rock! Rock on Dat's Gangsta
+What?!
+[U-God]
+When I pump pump you'll prepare for a lump
+Magnificent funk plus it's wild on the dump
+Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct
+I fuck this mic like some big Mike slut
+Put your big shoes on now walk your struts
+Thought your last rugged cuts was rough enough? Right?
+Snuff you buck you stuck in the guts
+Unattainable thrust plus that hammerhead busts
+Once I splash acapella wind shaft
+This sick wild behavior can't shield from the BLAAST!
+Thrash mash the pedal now dash
+Outta town slangin' two bricks in my stash
+Sound cage of rage livin' that status
+That murderous thirst that's reign of the baddest
+You heard it here first one verse then you're caught
+Everybody jumpin' out gangsta walk rock
+
+[Hook : U-God]
+
+[ U-God]
+Raw, cold winds energize rebels
+All our doors swingin' killing floor level
+Explode code of silence my violence you respect
+Liver than flesh that this mic head the best
+Veteran chest never say die never say rest
+The hang time derange in this rap game divine
+Now change of the range bang with gansta our line
+Bust the falcon mic mountain men you know the outcome
+Define we pro dynamo I'm still scalpin'
+The body countin' rhyme drop put it on kill now
+Toil your girl in your Cadillac Seville chill
+Golden arch stolen heart no I'm robbin' fed
+Baddest women in the bed nigga mobbin'
+[Hook: U-God]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stomp Da Roach[Intro: Scotty Wotty]
+It's the Sasquatch, the Jackpot
+The roach killer, that's what we do
+You know what it is, you little crawly creepy bastards
+
+[Verse 1: Scotty Wotty]
+We ain't tripping, read the sentence
+The Gods got it locked like up on Main in San Quentin
+You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get killed
+Walking round like Deebo, 'cause you slight built
+It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard
+We turn this whole shit slamming to the Mardi Gras
+And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad
+Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab
+Vacuum packed, concealed, no room for breath
+I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of Death
+So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
+When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on
+And on the O'Jay's like Christopher Pawns
+And eat with the beast, in the valley of death
+Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left
+Stomp out a roach with the D-Con breath
+All you little rat bastards, I stomp you to death
+
+[Chorus: Scotty Wotty]
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on
+Roach killer, you scatter when the lights come on
+You can run on, and start ducking and dodging
+I pluck you, crush you right between the margin
+I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid
+The black flag nigga, the bio hazard
+The economist of the bio standard
+And he sprayed the mist on them flies that landed
+And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but
+I'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socks
+Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box
+Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks
+Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops
+Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block
+'Cause I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know?
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach
+
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+They known to leech off people for, years and years
+They cause trouble by, staying up in, niggas' ears
+They set up shops in apartments and projects
+Bold enough to roll up on, any object
+Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off
+They fight for the crumbs that's on my table cloth
+They keep they antennas up, the signals strong
+They got the neighborhood bugged
+That's how they survived so long
+Immune to combats and household raids
+Like informants that's living off, government aid
+We leave roaches where the remain and trash lays
+Incinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtrays
+Ignored by the dogs, but, chased by the cat
+Like a sneaky ass rat that got caught in the trap
+A small time nigga, who didn't have a clue
+It take a million of y'all just to fill up my shoe
+[Chorus: GZA]
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
+Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know
+
+[Outro: 'The Godfather' sample]
+How long till you get me off the hook?
+For old time's sake I can't do it, Sally
+Don't ever take sides with anyone, against the family again everEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+God Is Love[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Stay y'all, atonement, this one is for you, yes sir, a-yo
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+A-yo, I grab flows and throw 'em wit a twist of the wrist
+I throw one inside your house like a Christmas gift
+I'm the reason why these MCs be changing they flow
+Cause every time I spit mine, they can't get no dough
+Now y'all rappers pay attention, y'all don't know what it is
+You just tearing the blocks down and shooting at kids
+You not a thug to me now, and yeah, I know your type
+You just wild to ya self, you not wild in the club
+You with your boys all the time, like a homo thug
+You ain't never wit the honeys, you don't get no love
+You make music for these assholes that be on the block
+I make music for the world, just to bring up my stock
+Come on y'all, y'all don't really know what it do
+I drop jewels in your head like it's Prell shampoo
+Martin Luther King and Malcolm X, Don' and babies
+Spit the gospel in our rap, take brothers to church
+Y'all taught 'em to sell crack, but we show 'em they worth
+Wu-Tang music, this is how it suppose to sound
+Y'all keep picking up the hood, while you putting us down
+God is is love, come on, y'all
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+Come on, God is love
+Everybody say God is love
+Come on, y'all say God is love
+God is love, love, God is love, love
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Gotta change my ways, my mother warned me
+Calmly'll speak, time to air my dirty laundry
+Angels that guard my body, lord, I'm sorry
+Lord, I'm sorry for the things I did
+It's strange out here, we bang out here
+Killers, drug dealers, they hang out there
+Cold stares, we don't care, we braid our hair
+Lord, they hate out there, and there's jakes out where
+Got plan to escape, they fake out here
+Yeah, they snakes out here, full of lies and deceit
+Yeah, they take out here, son died on his feet
+Son cried in his sleep, can't forget his past
+He lost a glass ring, just to flip some cash
+He cried on the visit, his daughter kissed the glass
+I need your blessings, but I missed the mass
+I changed my ways, gotta shift the math
+I picked my path, my wrongs is right
+I used to hustle to the morning light
+Then I found out, son, that there's more to life
+They focused, indeed, my songs is tight
+And survival of the fittest, with all my might
+Got my legs and my brain, and all my sight
+No more grief, and my teeth is white
+And I never give up, and I keep the light
+[Hook x2: Cappadonna]
+Come on, God is love
+Everybody say God is love
+Come on, y'all say God is love
+God is love, love, God is love, love
+
+[Verse 3: Killah Priest]
+Hearses, pastors, limos, cast in stained glass windows
+Pews, pools of baptism, views of black victims
+I snooze, catch visions of a beautiful world
+No funerals, God's musical, unusual pearls
+Then, after his judgment and after the blood rips
+Off of body and soul, we like Marcus Garvey in the godliest robes
+And I awake from the sound of organs
+The sound of families mourning, falling grabbing his coffin
+Will he fall or carried by the Lord wings
+Absorbed in all the evil, that we do as the youth
+So we, teach 'em the truth, you, teach 'em to shoot
+Eve, ate out my fruit, then she, ate at my loot
+Now we, pitch on the stoup, til we rich in the coupe
+Then someone snitch, you're found stiff in your boots
+You need lessons, brothers, while I predict in the booth
+Proverbs is truth, so who you listening to?
+
+[Hook x2: Cappadonna]
+Come on, God is love
+Everybody say God is love
+Come on, y'all say God is love
+God is love, love, God is love, loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Heads Up[Intro: Scotty Wotty]
+Yeah, we on a high stake game right now my G
+No foots allowed, you understand?
+
+[Verse 1: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
+I dribbled in Philly, doubled down in Vegas
+Tripled off a nickel, down in Talladega
+Tipped the oath, blood, money and smoke
+And I swear the state wrote any rhymes that I quote
+Here on now's about, stuffing the couch
+Making sure that shit is slammed right in your mouth
+I'm laying on cellophane bags stuffed in vials
+Palms got itchy cause my girl blew trial
+Checking for funny money purple life a marked bill
+Throw your dick in the dirt for chopped grills
+Open like a market of fleas and from
+11-7, son if you copping for trees
+And I'm only fucking with 20s and Z's
+If you get the wrong idea, you better come with the D's
+Cause the bank won't stop and the bank won't freeze
+A double dose of process and 4 g's
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+I spent a lot of time on the bounce to get it right
+Stay rough around the edges like a bare-knuckle fight
+Call me Smokey Robinson when I write as I'm a journal
+I keep the burner tucked, deep inside the thermal
+And the way I hear you talking to me is irrelevant
+My laser sharp speech, makes me relevant
+Makes the ground shake like a gang of elephants
+And I came with mathematics, supreme intelligence
+So I can mix it in the pot and watch the rocks just melt
+Or put holes on the block it's just a notch on my belt
+Or invest in new bubbles watch it rock it and sell
+When the pockets start to swell, I'm taking that lane
+Hit the button doors open like butterfly wings
+And the sound system jumping on the summertime thing
+And we always up to something when the temperature's hot
+At the Maldives island watch the landing gear drop
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+Lyrical battles I identify with
+I load up and exploit this fly gift
+The clip is filled with 16 bars
+Lead hits the paper so the loose leaf scarred
+The mic booth is bulletproof
+Anger and frustration, auto fire from hooded youths
+In the darkest area assassin down to bury ya
+Decode a message from the fastest carrier
+This craft of trade with a sharp blade
+A double-edged sword give life in dark fades
+Turn murderous rap only means I killed it
+Up close and personal, Wu-Tang we filled it
+Mic masters Hip Hop's hallmark
+The Big Bang of rap and the center was all dark
+Then came the spark and we begin to rhyme
+And shine light on the world in the form of artEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Put it on Me[Intro: U-God]
+I'm tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you
+Ain't ready, Mark, Mark, they ain't ready, man
+They ain't ready, they ain't ready, they ain't ready for me
+They ain't ready for me, they ain't ready for me right now, nigga
+I'm here... {*laugh*} When you thought it was safe
+Ahh... ooh... give it to me, give it to me
+Uh... yeah... now give it to me, give it to me
+Pump... now bump bump... now bump..
+Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, now bump
+
+[Chorus: Autumn Rue (U-God) {both}]
+Baby, when you put it on me (on me)
+Do you thing relentlessly ('lessly)
+Don't you wanna scream my name? {over, over} again
+I just wanna scream your name (your name)
+Give you lovin' that's insane {insane}
+Baby, won't you make me scream {over, over} again
+
+[U-God]
+Yo, yo, yo... now your's truly, same ol' g
+Ya'll gon' see, you can't hold me
+Feel my energy, my soul so free
+For a half a century, I've been low key
+Who is he? They call him, U-G-O-D
+Real grizzly, busy as a bee
+Feel it in the air, over the sea
+Don't be mad cuz your ho chose me
+Hazel eyes, no goatee, hold heat, rock you to sleep
+Known in the streets for my platinum teeth
+Cuz when I pop something, I go in deep, no bump
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God]
+Now that's right, nigga, I got those skills
+Nerves of steel, sex appeal
+Hand skills, like windmills
+Mind bender, every time I send chills
+Dressed to kill, throw 'em in the trance
+Make 'em dance like ants in they pants
+Check out my, battle stance, comin' down
+Avalanche, war's closing and you got no chance
+Hard, rock, abs, move like a snake
+All that ass, make the waterbed break
+Skin like a god and for heaven's sake
+Why you wanna make a nigga scream your name? Spark..
+
+[Autumn Rue]
+Niggas try to say what I want
+What's the deal, let's keep this blunt
+We only try'nna have some fun
+How can, I get you home?
+I searched, you're not the typical kind of guy
+Your moves they, definetly caught my eye
+I like the way you take the beat slow
+After the party is on
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Outro: U-God]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+From the Slums of Shaolin
+Hillside Scramblers, we out the garbage, niggas
+What? Huh? You ain't think I was gon' come back, huh?
+Did ya? It's U-G-O-D-Zilla
+That's right, that's right, Hillside Scramblers
+The gram handlers is back, yo Mark, yo Mark
+Yo, spark that track, baby!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mt. Everest[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+I make 'em nod like ketamine
+See him live might dive off the mezzanine
+Ground drama, sound harder than crowd bonkers
+I'm 'bout dollars, I touch down in your town, holla
+INS, gladiator, call him Hustle Crowe
+Son of pro, watch these lame niggas come and go
+Blessed with the poison pen
+Murder was the case so I guess it's them boys again
+Through your duce high, salute I, be the general
+The last one to run, I will take all ten of you
+I'm feeling myself BK whiling the belt
+Rocking my shit, eyes on the real wealth
+Me and Goldie tell 'em it's easy money
+Now shorty wanna fuck, that's sleazy, honey
+Fame call us, money, it change all us
+Get it how you live it or sing the same chorus
+The game taught us, nothing in the bank for us
+W claim walrus, yeah, Wu-Tang for life
+
+[Verse 2: ElZhi]
+Was raised on the island of the misfits
+The children of the corn snatch your green with the biscuits
+It's what you might call food for thought
+And what's the killer season if you don't include the salt
+This thought will start a feud and leave your whole mood distraught
+Used to feel safe until they unscrewed your vault and
+Took your common sense out your memory bank
+Then dumped on you like missiles over enemy tanks
+So homie, drive slow like you in front of five-O
+Cause forks go in a road and your back is where the knives go
+While the addicts hiding silver spoons
+Being cut so deep, it's hard to heal the wounds
+Those flashing don't blast, they still buffoons
+Just blowing out hot air, they should fill balloons
+Yo, I like them shorties that'll kill for goons
+And start a hustle in an April to ccop wheels in June
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+I want leverage, ice cold beverage
+Money I can't count, I blacked out standing on Mount Everest
+Life lessons, the cover of essence
+It's pure excellence, 5'10", write down my measurements
+Politic the deficit, fingerprints, no evidence
+Cocaine, caviar, hitting on receptionists
+Hang with the specialists, gold medalist
+Presidential cred, eating steaks that's tenderest
+Got my bread, catch me in Megan Fox' bed
+Cash crop, Gucci IPad, bag
+Tall black top Nikes, with fat laces
+Riches from rags, cashes and dime faces
+Got promoted up, friends up in high places
+Next move, my best move, chess move, the strategy
+Closet full of guns, son, nothing but gadgetry
+Get off that bullshit, that hip hop faggotry
+I'm highbred nigga words defy gravity
+Clothes never raggedy, oil paintings of me displayed up in gallery
+Capture me, Wu Tang forever, immortality
+High salary, blessing from a mother named Valery
+And my two sons named after me
+Racks from stacks, swiftly I'm browsing
+First class ticket to the moon only cost fifty thousand
+Niggas be doubting, it's understood, I'm running with goons
+One of a kind, imported goods, killer the hood
+Consume me, Lord, the last time I checked got 50 points on the board
+Good LordEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ghostface Killers (Freestyle)[Hook: Offset]
+Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang
+Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+When I was 21 I was savage
+Somebody woke up this dragon
+Roll up on you with this cannon
+I'm the last man that's standing
+From the slums buildings that's abandoned
+Called multiple blemish
+See us on that flash screen, had to deal right out the slammer
+That imprest here now (bow dow)
+Please stop talking on (SoundCloud)
+Get discipline with the Chinese [?]
+Get caught with the lyrical (roundhouse)
+Warning, watch your foul mouth
+My family still down South
+Deadly at the melody that bangs your head so heavenly
+That 808 is therapy, be burning up that chemistry
+Moving around that corner store my team won't need accessories
+Nothing but the best, a bitch is kissing on my hairy chest
+There's nothing new here still rule the power, still my Gucci sweats
+In enormous city, no feelings, no pity
+My New York shit, it get cold-heart like a frost-bit titty
+Known to be gritty, that New York fitty
+Any city in raps, witty unpredictable game, game, game
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Wu-Tang Killa Bees nothing to fuck with
+Park Hill, Milly Rock show them that fuck shit
+Hood villains and we still bringing the ruckus
+Hood villains and we still bringing the ruckus
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+I heard that bounce got changed
+But the flow remain the same
+This little nigga take a giant step them bars cold train
+With this ice waters in my veins
+Them niggas hate here my name
+That's U-G-G-O-D the Allah
+Ghostface Killah got hit her with a bra
+Sorry if I hit you in the head with these bars
+We got two chicks from DR
+One for me and my studio engineer
+She here with the CPR
+And we celebrate a great physical year
+Skirt around exotics
+Parade wave then hit fourth gear
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Wu-Tang Killa Bees nothing to fuck with
+Park Hill, Milly Rock show them that fuck shit
+Hood villains and we still bringing the ruckus
+Hood villains and we still bringing the ruckus
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+I survived them block wars, hot hands and never trembled
+Only Olympic pedestal might've been the greatest dream team ever assembles
+Such courage under fire
+We burn the switches with the lighter
+You called that sparkling the night
+It's just my queen [?] set fire
+That money so satire
+We tore those builds, she dance on a wire
+Dip nightriders in a deep fryer
+Ghostface killers we gon' for higher
+
+[Hook: Offset]
+Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang
+Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang
+Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang
+Hey; Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Golden ArmsYeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+I keep my third eye 20-20, every day looking sunny
+God's told me: "Nothing move but the money, money"
+Headstrong, backbone, hit them on the Batphone
+Could there be back home? Feeling like fresh chrome (Yeah, yeah)
+Something for your headphone, build the establishment
+Quit while you're ahead, save the embarrassment (Yeah, yeah)
+Elect me for president, thought I was irrelevant?
+Battled all the elements, overcome their hardships (Yeah, yeah)
+And struggled with accountants, **** got rocky
+I trained in the mountains, now the world is mine (Yeah, yeah)
+Got us spraying from the fountains, drive by the housing
+Reminisce, take a ****, staircase, we made thousands! (Thousands)
+We was Park Hill, rugrats, fishermen, thug hats
+Five dollar snapbacks, never got no love back
+That's why I sold packs, damn right, I stole that (Yeah, yeah)
+Granule, hold that now I want the whole stack
+Changed my life, now it's rap, ain't no turning back
+
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
+Tell, tell, golden arms, maintain the fort! (Fort, fort, fort)
+Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort)
+Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort)
+Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort)
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+I'm on a mission, bred from the poorest conditions
+Baby fed from the pots, from the poorest of kitchens
+Got bread in the streets, from the rawest addiction (Yeah, yeah)
+Made a 180 turn, with the Lord's conviction
+It's a riding prison (Yeah, yeah)
+Keep the iron on my side, to avoid the friction
+In this modern day slavery I survived the lynching (Yeah, yeah)
+With no rap pension, the price of living is too high
+Two jobs working, this nigga is too tired (Yeah, yeah)
+No more babies, she needs them tubes tied
+Word on the tweets, "I heard he's a new guy" (Yeah, yeah)
+“Heard he was too fly”, damn maybe we should get scooped by a new ride (Yeah, yeah)
+The ghetto's up in flames, think we should calm down
+My insides is evil, you in the wrong town (Town)
+
+[Bridge]
+Whatever you want, better watch yourself
+Whatever you want, better watch yourself
+
+[Chorus]
+Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort)
+Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort)
+Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort)
+Tell, tell golden arms, maintain the fort (Fort, fort, fort)
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rocket Launcher[U-God]
+Yo, yo, yo
+I be that rocket launcher that caught ya
+Rock of Gibraltar
+Spill blood on the altar
+Sorcerer
+Flyin' saucer in the Porsche
+Money exhaust
+The enforcer of the lowest bars
+Fist of the Northstars
+Water on Mars
+Thoughts like a porn star, born scarred
+War Lord of the snow ball, break dance on cardboard
+Fiends gnaw for the raw, mark four
+Hard jaw like Mexican, next to win
+Crack a Beck's yo I'm vexed again
+Next to run, revolving door
+Killing floor
+Searchin' for the genie's lamp
+Arrow in your heart like Beanie Man
+Seeded plant full blown
+See me vamp
+Wolf fangs, full moon
+Full spoons of Oxycontin
+Catch him at the Roxy
+Spot him up in Harlem
+Honey with the knocked knees with the foxy bottom
+News paper column
+Say he's scary
+Fuck the fairy ass niggas
+Jump back in your rat hole
+And throw another hail mary
+Style's flurry, I'm the cherry on top
+Money phase done lit up
+One, two, three up
+Your popcorn shrimp, I'm the whole re-up
+G's up and hoes down
+Fake as the game is
+I blow down the whole town
+Let off a whole round
+Ghetto celeb
+One thing's for certain a hundred years from now no one really cares
+Smoke threads, Pro Keds, Coke heads, mo-peds
+Fiends fight
+Peace pipes
+Yo I'm outta hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bizarre[U-God]
+Feel the heat from the streets, I got to eat
+Talk what I walk, I stalk with bronze feet
+Ancient spells, yell durag sheet
+Jump on the jame with with 36 peak
+Beat up the beat, overload rap treat mix
+Cape in the wind like the John Woo flicks
+Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer
+The sweat of the body, covers the man in the mirror
+Kick down the door, unlease the Terror Fam
+Cracklin, screamin, crime who I am *echo*
+Who else could cut, well budge, eye on the tiger rap
+Ruler rough mind snap, cryin, his eyes strapped
+Beneath clothin, prehaps speed glowin
+The golden wise domes, blizzard unknown
+The unforbidden, got to live, wildstyle begun
+So uplift the mind, boy I'll bring out the sun
+
+[Hook x2: U-God]
+You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
+And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
+But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
+Cuz rich, tall or small, we all shinin stars
+
+[U-God]
+Now, first of all, yo, we ain't no saints
+Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint?
+The same villain scheme, temper made the rhythm mean
+My self-esteem, my '98 blade hit 'em
+Link spot blast, even though I shot last
+The underdog stranger, superfreak hot blast
+The hard drop rip is a hostile swing
+Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting
+Swift with the gifts, it's the God Body Squad
+It's not a myth, we defy all odds
+Now, reach for the stars, now top to the limit
+But, all in the all be
+Grateful to be livin
+While we work the muscle, we meditate the hustle
+Serious the world, experience this struggle
+The razor voice, flavor choice steam, redeem
+We feelin prominent now to dominate the scene
+The grass more green, attack speed lean
+The cliffhanger vaccine, man & machine *echo*
+Now from round one, mayor style sum
+I won't stop the war till y'all drown in my drums
+[Hook x2]
+
+[U-God]
+Now, here come the rhythm, style that's moist
+Now, it's up from the Hell with the olive oil voice
+Now hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within
+Against sweaty rap war starvin, robbin the wind
+Out the great blue skies and the bright red birds
+From the pitch black city with the long link furs
+Golden Arms yours truly to restore the Earth's beauty
+Grant me a beast, now kill me with the jury
+When I tell on a capell, Hell has no fury
+A force has awakened, breath-takin vengeance
+Midnight power plant, seekin the menace
+My wrestler's vest, livin fresh, dry bone
+My appetite distruction is official cyclones
+Thai poems, my throne
+One shot fill, bigger homes, bigger stones
+It's on now!!!
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+Kung Fu movie sample:
+
+[Man #1] We're the best, I assure you
+[Man #2] That's not what I've heard
+There's a lot of Shaolin men around here
+[Man #3] They're not important
+[Man #1] Are you trying to deceive me?
+[Man #2] Those damn Shaolin students. They're just a bunch of rebels
+Time and again in the past, the court has given orders
+To wipe them out!
+[Man #4] Be the Shaolin, and a good teacher
+[Man #3] Who is this man?
+[Man #4] The God of War!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Lipton[Verse 1: U-God]
+Yo, yo, magnificent high score, master plan, the crowd roar
+Throw up daily dosage, get ready for the down pour
+Human cannonball, matador, standing next to door
+Battle y'all, sound more, get ready for the round four
+Ground war, jigsaw, bear hug, bear claw
+Slimeball, crime bosses, you better count your losses
+Dark lord, divorce court, hot sauce, the pen glide
+Then fly, Bangkok, Chinese, Shanghai
+Red wine, fed time, bring crime, the cake rise
+Take mines, break spines, watch for them snake eyes
+Break ties, shake thighs, watch how them dollars flow
+Scholar's home, monotone, crush 'em on they collarbone
+Cyclone, you styrofoam, up against the Wu brand
+Big gun to hold it, it's gonna take two hands
+Check the newstand, I'm running with the Manual
+Flammable, animals, call me a dynamo
+Hannibal on elephants, got you in a stranglehold
+Black man legal Gambino and my bangles gold
+Hand in the finger bowl, your face is on my chrome gauge
+Strapped with a bomb, gonna blow you to the Stone Age
+
+[Hook: Mike Ladd]
+Woo ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooooh
+Ay, ay, the way she shake it
+Ay, ay, I can't take it
+Ay, ay, the way she take it
+Ay, ay, I can't shake it
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Yo, ever ready wordplay, conscious survey
+Mountains fall crumble, impact your chestplate
+Heavyweight, ankles swing, therapy Bowflex
+Snowman, cold kid, melt you in your gore-tex
+Raw sex vibe, ultraviolet on the sex drive
+Forty five wives, new silent with my tech nines
+Respect mine in chalk line, smash for your drama talk
+Backflips, somersault, chopped by the tomahawk
+Pop off, mazel tov, stung by the voodoo
+Old school, new school, invest like the Jews do
+Your broke ass, no class, broadcast on YouTube
+Fake boobs, handjobs, state troops to damn slobs
+Hate you, fuck off, hate you with duck sauce
+Feathers get, plucked off, when I cough with ink dust
+Linked up, inked up, strokes from the paintbrush
+Go for your taste buds, shrooms and I stay buzzed
+Music for your forehead, smashed on your horse face
+Wu on the warhead, crash through your tourgates
+
+[Hook: Mike Ladd]
+Woo ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooooh
+Ay, ay, the way she shake it
+Ay, ay, I can't take it
+Ay, ay, the way she take it
+Ay, ay, I can't shake it
+[Hook: Mike Ladd]
+Scott knocks, is on the ball
+Let's rock, she love the boss
+Oh god, she loves the mutt
+Jump up, and go for my mine
+It's so deep, you get cross-eyed
+Take that heat, and roll outside
+Black handprints on the wall
+Black handprints on the wall
+
+[Hook: Mike Ladd]
+Woo ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooooh
+Ay, ay, the way she shake it
+Ay, ay, I can't take it
+Ay, ay, the way she take it
+Ay, ay, I can't shake it
+
+[Outro: U-God]
+I say I'm pimping, bitches on kneepads
+Lipton, sipping the tea bagEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Turbulence[Verse 1]
+Boldly go only to sew the block up, lock shit down
+Mama told me you the giant
+Bump out the nose cold, crime wave wholesome
+Baritone throne, so defiant
+They stole the science from the O.G
+Carbon copy, sloppy, tryna muscle out the Old E
+Slapshot, can't get it past the goalie mask
+Stonefinger roam, royalty zone off
+Henn, gin, rummy stunts coming in sums
+Writing on ya tummy hun, low stamina
+Still hungry some asthma clogged up
+Ran in smog, dialogue, dog plasma
+Road hogging all hammers
+No matters what's the track's right and exact
+It's madness the scanner listen, system jam up
+Right on ya rack, Black Panthers on a mission
+Right back at you, ready to cook this shit
+Babylon apple, natural habitat, stone statues
+
+[Verse 2]
+Robotron Golden Arms
+Pentagon brain cell, all to gain
+Chained to the bumper, Wolfgang hunters
+Field goal punters tone, steel toe, eruption
+It's a gusher! Domecrusher Smith
+Ushered this style stuffing more criminals
+Foul up in the Nile, let off a signal with attitude
+Magnitude, beat you, me devil lies that's sized of cathedrals
+The track more lethal
+Came back to see you finish the job off proper
+Clobber your shit, spit the lava
+The helicopter hit you, flying saucers of course
+May the force not be with you, these Bengals that dangle
+Sinister phantom menace handsome are my lenses
+All in the register, speaking my Spanish
+Clips like banana grips, bonanza
+Dressed fancy in the club, Halle Berry slow dance
+We romance now give me love
+[Verse 3]
+Jackie Chan movements, hard to kill for real
+Drill him some more with some
+Old fashion smooth shit, long winded
+Splendid the bomb blow, on the whole a ruthless
+Butter roll flow, show improvement?
+This shit is cool whip to me
+When I groove to rule this music with a mule kick
+Eight ball in the side pocket corner
+One mark the chalk, gimme my pool stick
+Smoked the dipped
+Notes by the throat, full grip, scud puddy in my hands
+Fans, read the blueprints
+The truth is, the slang you bit?
+To form in a sentence the cold winters I spent with splinters
+The apprentice under RZA's training
+He sang the I-Ching vintage aiming at you swine eater
+Wife-beater scoundrels, stolen vowel thieves
+I'm swollen now, Colin Powell relief
+Throw the towel in, tools in, full spin, school 'em again
+Show 'em that the wise could rejuvenate
+All these hoodlums, don't sleep he could win
+Pull a pen, it's full again, celeb, all in the web on a
+Conquest, no disturbance
+Address it to ya chest, you're in turbulence
+Mighty men vitamin D
+Rest in Peace to my nigga Bigga B, love you G
+Rest in Peace to my nigga Bigga B, love you GEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Don’t Want to Dance[Intro: U-God]
+Motherfucker, you don't know me, motherfucker
+I be gettin' down for a long time, bitch
+I be gettin' money since '88
+My gun been going off, I been doing mad shit in the streets
+My history is swell, motherfucker
+That's why I can talk this shit, for real
+This is real nigga shit, and motherfuckers know
+My name ring bells in jail, bitch, what?
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+You don't have a chance, you don't want to dance
+My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta
+You don't understand, niggas ain't playin'
+First time around, I come back swinging
+You and your mans, you better just scram
+My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta
+You don't understand, niggas ain't playin'
+Fuck around now, I come back sprayin'
+
+[U-God]
+Your gun cry tears of lead, one in the head
+High grain, rhino shell, dum-dums, tear you to shreds
+The armor piercin' slug shit, scare off the feds
+Kid, I'm that fearsome, my hammer's a sled
+Pledge allegience to my conquest, prepare for the bomb fest
+Right and left connect like twin jumbo jets
+I can feel the blood bubblin', under your flesh
+I'm coming down here rollin' in my snowball effect
+Put sugar in your ears and sweet talk you to death
+My voice alone, don't have to force you for sex
+Pop an ecst', get jumped off, the madness all in me
+Flushed out my kidney's, with a half pint of Remy
+Dust off the semi', with the speed of the centipede
+Move on my enemy, and clear the vicinity
+Feel my energy inside tearin' out
+Clear it out, flame thrower's airin' out, baby
+[Hook]
+
+[U-God]
+Come get a glimpse, the magnificent pimp
+Leave your face prints stiff, and graved in cement
+Invent the daily manuscript, return of the dragon fist
+You pissed? Then seek anger management
+Cuz my cannon kick back, with a gangsta metal
+Went right through your rib rack, and kissed the devil
+From the slang, now your brain is a twisted pretzel
+In the empty hallway, you can hear the echo
+Don't get petro', U-Godzilla stomped in the metro
+Get wild like techno, collect the dough
+For wreck, the side ball and better check your ho
+Don't get mad, cowboy, just respect my glow
+Just another episode, powerful breath control
+Explodes in your ear, you can't hear me in death mode
+In retrospect, you best Protect Ya Neck
+Or get slapped the fuck up, by my next cassette, hear me?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[U-God]
+This - is - the - warrior's anthem
+Pose, in the pictures with the golden guns, handsome
+Phantom of the opera, frantic in the mansion
+The head banger boogie got 'em dancin' in the Hamptons
+You panickin', one strike, get murdered up quick
+And the mic's my life, and I'm surgical with this
+Swift and wreckless, smoke blunts for breakfast
+Master the game, this is chess, not checkers
+Feel me? Bone collector, just, vision my art
+In the darkness, vulture's come and, pick you apart
+One rusty steel spike pierce, straight through the heart
+I bleed for my Clan, don't let 'em, break us apart
+Strong as Noah's Ark, in the Biblical age
+Still, holdin' the Clan, in it's critical stage
+Engage in combat, beyond shadows of doubt
+Wu-Tang claim supremacy, son, I'm airin' out
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: U-God]
+Yo, man, if you was real, nigga
+You would say niggas names, man
+You ain't real dude, man, stop playing, man
+You scared of niggas, niggas is runnin' with yo fuckin' name
+You ain't doing shit, bitch, worry about your own shit
+Talkin' about niggas can't talk this shit
+Fuck, I've been doing this, nigga
+I don't know what the fuck you talking about
+Take over projects, and set up shop, quick fastEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hit ’Em Up, Roll Out[Leathafase]
+What's the outcome when you're testing mines?
+Snatch spies when the weapon reclines
+The headlines read the man of steel made him bleed
+Shooting a trigger, super nigga called Christopher Reeves
+No tricks up my sleeve, what lies in my fist, won't permit you breathe
+Hit you with three, now when you piss you bleed
+A risk indeed, my format can kill, on a warpath
+Thoughts crashed, fasten your grill
+Mastered the skill of tongue lashing
+Still I unfasten my jaw then spill out the raw
+Peel out the four, with the fifth attached
+The impact, was forced, you caught the kick back
+Clap the scar, where the bullet was lodged in the boulevard
+It's hard crash, blow your car
+Oddjob, some rob, some resort to God
+Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog
+For Porche cars, Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy
+Blowin' the stinky, drink with me
+Bang to the fullest respect, stay in check
+Or lay down, when I'm pullin' the tech
+I eject on your set, to disconnect it
+Life support system, direct, you wreckless
+The Texas Chainsaw, sever you brains off
+To hang the corpse, when I aim the torch
+[Hook 2X: Leathafase (U-God)]
+We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
+(Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out)
+
+[U-God]
+The sharp and expensive, blinding ya senses
+Lean back in the stretch Lex'
+Crack the treasure chest, it's one of the best
+Now, feel the force of the full court press
+I apply the kiss of death, something for real
+The realness, untouchable Eliot Ness
+Yo select a vet, take me off the bench, I'm supposed to lynch
+The angel in the air, you can smell the stench
+Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west
+I gave you a note, you can keep the rest
+Rip the whole coast, when I heat the flesh
+At the Greek Fest, hit a couple of bars
+Smash whips and strips like bumper cars
+Your amongst the odds and what lies in the pelly'
+The baby Glock nine, the size of a celly
+Now it's a "Dilemma" like Nelly and Kelly
+Milk Pirelli tire, when I put that in a hurry
+With a fist of fury, martini with a cherry
+Very necessary when I make it to the top
+Imma cop Halle Berry
+Staten Island Ferry where the legends were made
+In the staircase, throw a rap grenade
+Take it back in the day, get clapped for ya chain
+Left your bloodbath on behalf of the pain
+He's a high grain bullet, women call him daddy
+Fish tank shoes, jumped out the Caddy
+Grand finale, yo, the champ is here
+The cameras glare under the chandelier
+Why you standing there, like you can hold it down
+There's nine of us, only one can wear the crown
+Tear it down, down to the last compound
+New York mix with a Compton style
+Go bonkers wild on ya stomping ground
+Lay down the carpet when I walk down the aisle
+Telephone cutie keep stalking the child
+For a misdemeanor, now I'm going to trial
+Secluded in exile, like my sex wild
+Private jet style, who the livest vet now?
+Pass me a wet towel, don't get vexed, now
+Bring it your chest when I let the tech growl
+[Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stay in Your Lane[Intro]
+Yeah; tired of all this shit, God
+Channel you wanna come out?
+Niggas betta respect this shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin real lame
+Same ol' funny cats, radio Cats
+Dummy Squads
+Get one gold record step in the party hard
+Like Tyson with ten body guards
+Quiet stormin, we still countin enourmous odds
+One enter this shit, in a sence represent
+Just the sun drenched the gods up
+Kept his law start date March 5th nineteen ninety nine
+Mighty Healthy, wealthy for fine
+Braveheart, veins, respect mines
+Before the war happened we connect to your glass spines
+And as we bash heads, clash nines, who said you could use my lines?
+Who said you could rock my Wu sings?
+The golden eye chastisment
+Supreme team shit
+Spy versus spy shit
+Small crimes comitted
+Tryin it wit my shines on
+Gimme mines
+Suppost to be comin wit proper flows son
+Over the hill, headed with thrill on elephants
+Till the buffalo guns
+The greatest of all times
+This time, I'm not go'n say no names
+If you not one of the same I suggest you
+[Chorum]
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your lane
+Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
+If you ain't from the grain
+If you ain't my main man like RZA
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your lane
+
+[Verse 2]
+The run-away train double the sting
+Me and Edith stay beneath us
+Flip like Batman and Bruce Wayne
+Don't take my kindness for weakness
+36 peak shit
+Sweetness, ride the bridges skim the bubbles real fridged
+Don't get mad couse we lived it
+As our dog we don't trouble you
+Tell your bitch and your friends respect that "W" too
+Y'all make me sick
+Renegade chicks, strap a grenade to my dick
+This shit is feather
+Stuck in a high, but more callibre job
+To rip your best in half
+We arm wrestle you till you beg
+Pop your legs in the pretzel
+The one in the flames and came out the drain
+I suggest that you
+[Chorus]
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your lane
+Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
+If you ain't from the grain
+If you ain't my main man like RZA
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your lane
+
+[Verse 3]
+The rain of Spain falls mainly on the plane
+Ready to bake this shit
+Snake verse crane
+Detrail me, hope I fell
+I'm hot on your tail people
+You can't be the light
+I came to Earth first by a meteorite
+Frog, analog non descript, I gently empty the clip
+Crack the whip, rip you from your lips to your hips
+Chip for some men off, you fake dreds
+Action bitches about me and my black belt degree in rappin
+I make a whole lot of shit happen
+The moister peal, oyster vapors
+Ember on papers
+Still scalpin
+Y'all piggy backin snakes
+Jiggy rap
+Shinin like 'Pac, a whole fuckin album
+This time, through the flames of triumph
+Through the flames of triumph
+I ain't go'n play no games
+I ain't go'n play no games but I suggest you
+[Chorus]
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your lane
+Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
+If you ain't from the grain
+If you ain't my main man like RZA
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your lane
+Mothafucka stay in your lane
+You ain't from the grain
+If you ain't my main man like RZA
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your lane
+Stay in your fuckin lane
+Niggas
+Bang bangEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fire[Intro: Scotty Wotty]
+George Peppard
+
+[Verse 1: Scotty Wotty]
+I whip cause I sprung shit, bang, here’s a bung hit
+Cats split your tongue, shit, bitch got cum sick
+She can keep the knee pads, sign for the helmet
+Man vibrations, coming off the pelvis
+Thugs and prescription drugs, yo, where’s Elvis?
+Pull off the panties, she was smelling like a shellfish
+Gung when we rung shit, that run, here we come, spit
+Eyes on the gunship, heh, here’s your Blistex
+Here’s a spliff twist, hanging out the window like a rhyme smith
+Now you taking flicks of my footprint
+Sunshine and dough ride just like a biscuit
+Live wire, no installation is required
+One match, I set the world on fire
+Live wires, no installation is required
+One match, I set the world is fire
+
+[Hook 2X: Scotty Wotty]
+The God said to put the fire on it
+The God said to put the fire on it
+One match, we set the world on fire
+One match, we set the world on fire
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+It’s the art of war combat, every move is high tech
+Human Terminator nigga, plug me into SkyNet
+Red bone, hot head, burnt down my projects
+I turn sound into killing flying objects
+Blood off contracts, kill ‘em on contact
+Yeah, I got bread, dead? Nope, not yet
+Damn, you ain’t pop yet, haters wanna block that
+Snatch mics, hunchback, talk smack, I punch back
+Flew off the launchpad, right through your insides
+Great minds combine, try to study my enzymes
+Skating on the thin line, fighting for the airtime
+Push back your hairline, with shots of tequila lime
+Stay on my global grind, talk with a sober mind
+Putting in more overtime, till I reach a billion
+In the condominium, skinny tall Brazilian
+With so many tats, she looking reptilian
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+My hand hot, killer, curry in the pot, killer
+Look how these killers thinking they are and they not, killers
+I get the drop, killer, all the killings stop, killer
+My heavy hitters flex on everyone you got with ya
+This track’s not filler, talk with my hands, I’m tryna feel ya
+It might be the fact that we not familiar
+Or, not La Familia, a monkey with bars
+You not gorilla, Zilla, calling you Don, my pen has gotten iller
+Yeah, you know who we are, you know the slums
+Where the women keep the wook in they bra, that’s where I’m from
+Cops catch you with the rook in the car, this where you run
+You can die here, son, and the ambulance never come, ugh
+Ain’t no limit till I spit it, my Yankee fitted
+Shout out to critics that know I’m wicked for killing minute
+Shout out to rappers that ain’t committed, but think they get it
+Hold up, now wait a minute, let me put some hating in it
+[Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dopium[Intro]
+By the time I'm finished, you gon' be a fan, muthafucka
+Trust me when I tell you
+
+[Verse 1]
+I kick back, retire mics, take rap to higher heights
+Big back, fiend rap, blow it up, dynamite
+Sniff my China white, touchdown with king cobras
+All my life, pay the price, nickname me steamroller
+Switch lane, lean over, get brain, green Rover
+Mean soldiers run through, kung fu, break shoulders
+Rep my W, rumble through, takeover
+Heat holder, heavy best, countdown, every breath
+Last chance, tapdance, devil cop, every step
+Murderous, instinct, champions, never left
+Shaolin veteran, thug heads, never learn
+Dumb shit, every turn, hell, son, let 'em burn
+Still here, standing firm, black man in progress
+Crack dreams, conquest, burners in my arm rest
+Baby boy's a target, heads on my cannonball
+You messed up the package, the legacy, you had it all
+
+"Come on"
+"Come on"
+
+[Verse 2]
+Sandstorms, kick up, millimeters blow rounds
+What happened to the music, Newburgh, Motown
+I know the low down, on half of these niggas
+Come out the closet, these Vaseline niggas
+I'm flawless, I'm lawless, all I need is one block
+Crazy legs, hat low, check out my up rock
+Respect my jumpshot, when I just, hug the rim
+Tie up my Jordans, then I jump, out the gym
+It's the Brothers Grymm, automatic coke rush
+Dice hit the walls, we gambles at the gold dust
+Descendants of the Cold Crush, long car garage doors
+One finger cake walk, nose is the concord
+Hands like windmills, possessed with the ill skill
+Aiming for your soft spots, the scene out of Kill Bill
+"Come on"
+"Come on"
+
+[Verse 3]
+I got the iron for your mans, one foot in the frying pan
+Rock hardhats, fireman, 8 Diagrams
+Lion eating out my hands, no it's not in Africa
+Soul brother #1, you're just a passenger
+Right before the massacre, first comes the lynching
+Caught in the mouse trap, bounce back, Redemption
+Contact the henchmen, watch how I drenched them
+Wetting with waterhose, long nose extension
+Ain't no question, you in suspended animation
+You fucked up, drop garbage tossed the side of sanitation
+Homey, you jumped up, you get lumped up, blamp your face in
+Champ in the steel cage match, snatch the foundation back
+Step on a forty gallon stage, laced with ill grace
+Took a long time, but I'm glad that you still wait
+
+"Come on"
+"Come on"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bit da Dust[Intro]
+Another one bit the dust
+Another one bit the dust
+Another one bit the dust
+Another one bit the dust
+Another one bit the dust, didn't play by the rules
+He was fooled for the jewels, then he got stuck
+Another one'll eat that, another one, another one, another one
+And another one, another one, another one
+
+[Verse 1]
+The drama unfolds over diamonds and gold
+Hard-knocks cooking rocks nigga over the stove
+Low and behold, pet the red note, side bitches be dead those
+Hood bitches be love though, let's keep a one eye
+Open for them cutthroats, uh-oh
+Dollar van, carjack, dirty fingernail rap
+In the back of the van, Snoop was Cat's contact
+Teterboro tarmac, trust me, I made the money off the rap
+You see them platinum plaques? We ain't coming back
+Just bought a Lucia for Eric, I ain't forget that
+Movie Star Vixens, they're getting smashed from the back
+Streets are action pack, the chronicles from the Stat, Stat, Stat
+Don't cross the gun line
+On of top deck of the boat, getting a shoeshine
+Taurus [?] to his feet, cold victory
+End up in the wrong side of town, you ain't stickin me
+[Hook]
+Another one bit the dust
+Didn't play by the rules, he was fooled for the jewels
+Then he got stuck
+Another one, another one, another one
+Another one, another one, another one
+Yeah
+And another one
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ayo, freezer burn [?] numb ya gums
+Katy Perry swallow the cum, platinum niggas have fun
+Bank deposits, walk-in closets
+See Robert Diggin', all in my pockets
+Shit is nostalgic, take a walk through the projects
+Caution: watch out for lead flying objects
+For hot-heads, wearing Kangols and mock necks
+Caution: end up on Worldstar content
+Intuitive minds are not immune to crime
+In these cold hard streets, laws get redefined
+What's yours is mine, and what's hers is mines too
+Stick 'em, porcupine
+Strip you in the back of the Ooh
+Niggas get smiley faces with rusty razors
+She couldn't bury her son, started a fundraiser
+Many men bit the dust
+Material items don't mean much
+Mean mug, survival is a must
+[Hook x2]
+Another one bit the dust
+Didn't play by the rules, he was fooled for the jewels
+Then he got stuck
+Another one, another one, another one
+Another one, another one, another one
+Yeah
+And another oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hips[Verse 1]
+Yo, yo, the average man couldn't last that long
+She like to work out, run marathons
+She wear tight skirts with no panties on
+She's a six foot one bronze Amazon
+Say it, complaining all the good men is gone
+I'm from Babylon, she reads the Qur'an
+Visits all the jails and the nail salons
+Rock Coco Chanel, her smell was strong
+With skin like velvet she rocked my bed
+Buffed my helmet, sipping Long Island Red
+She spread eagle at the tip of the bed
+I rubbed on her legs this is what I said
+
+[Chorus]
+That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips
+Jump up, bounce with me, what's up honey dip
+That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips
+Jump up, bounce with me, come up over here
+
+[Verse 2]
+She's a thing of beauty, she's so mean
+Heavy in them jeans, every man's dream
+As real as it may seem I approach you with calm speech
+I'm form New York, honey from Long Beach
+She's intelligent, the President's arm piece
+But that's irrelevant, I'm in like Flint
+She nicknamed her breastesses the Wonder Twins
+She went to the exorcist it's under skin
+She loved grown men, she loved the thrills
+She jumped out the Benz with the buns of steel
+She's the trend setter on the cover of Maxim
+Secluded in the cabin in the hills of Aspen
+Life's always boring, she needed some action
+She had passion with Louis Vuitton hand bags
+She didn't like the chronic but she loved my swag
+She loved giving head when she's on the rag
+[Chorus]
+That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips
+Jump up, bounce with me, what's up honey dip
+That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips
+Jump up, bounce with me, come up over here
+
+[Hook]
+She did her dip, almost broke my hip
+That girl, she was, getting down
+Told her to go home, told her to leave me alone
+Look at that girl, she kept, getting down, down, down
+
+[Chorus]
+That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips
+Jump up, bounce with me, what's up honey dip
+That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips
+Jump up, bounce with me, come up over hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Coke[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+(Freeze) Fix your face, when we rhyming, we been crazy
+)Rock) Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely
+All my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'s
+It's obvious, we do this, we bust haters
+Yo, gun selectors, dumb detectors
+Chase my niggas, talking slick, where that Lex kid at?
+You know we cool and we Darth Vaders
+Always in black uniforms, rocking Clarks and sharp gators
+Can't tell me nothing, I've been shaking
+Pull out them slammers, regulate the streets, I bake Satan
+How many of us it take paper and start a war
+It's like starting up a store that sell aces
+All my colors and bad brothers, rag coverage
+Black glovesers, leathers and glass lovers
+Introduce these leaders, wanna take money
+These dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus
+
+[Hook: Y-Not Da Beast]
+Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
+The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
+They lift the weight up in snow plains
+You sniff an eighth up in your brain
+The coke, the coka, the cocaine
+The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
+The prices rise like some propane
+The nicest guys become so fame
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+(Freeze) Illegal transport, son, I throw bombs back and forth
+(Rock) It's a contact sport, get your arm cracked off
+Yo, I blast like I'm task force, stashed in my dashboard
+Exercise black thought, dance on a catwalk
+Grew up on the asphalt, tryna get my grams off
+Watch for the hand off, I'ma get my plans off
+Like you and your mans off, everybody huddle up
+Twenty cent dime pieces, watch the water bubble up
+A piece of the puzzle, son, pieces, crumble up
+My old righteous troublesome, now I'm into major things
+Made it this far, kid, the God got on angel wings
+Every time the flavor bring, tons of coke, mad gross
+Two cuts of lactose, I'm underground like railroad
+Mad low, son, in this hellhole, an animal
+Friendship be flammable, no shame for some to blow
+Brains out for fun, over cocaine and guns
+
+[Hook: Y-Not Da Beast]
+Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
+The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
+They lift the weight up in snow plains
+You sniff an eighth up in your brain
+The coke, the coka, the cocaine
+The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
+The prices rise like some propane
+The nicest guys become so fame
+[Verse 3: Slaine]
+Ever since a little youth
+I've been bent on stoups sipping gin and juice
+In the booth, fill the dope game, shooting on bent up hoops
+Roll around in stolen cars, nah these ain't no rented coupes
+Grimeys behind me, they all grimey, ninety percent of controlled
+Lying in the booth, put the ashes in the pipe
+Blowtorch to the crack, my fire is winter proof
+Old thoughts of black and white pictures, now they developing
+Skeletons surrounded by archangels and seraphins
+Telegram packages distributed through the whole hood
+Tell him this racquet is bad for him but it's so good
+Are you a fighter? Real life scuffle, no dirt clean
+Plus a muthafucka had to hustle since 13
+I got my mind in focus, where you never been at
+How you think I made a hundred grand, from where my pen's at
+Fuck the fortune and the glamour, I don't need no fame
+I piss whiskey and spit fire, I bleed cocaine, muthafucka
+
+[Hook: Y-Not Da Beast]
+Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
+The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
+They lift the weight up in snow plains
+You sniff an eighth up in your brain
+The coke, the coka, the cocaine
+The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
+The prices rise like some propane
+The nicest guys become so fame
+[Outro: U-God]
+Freeze! Rock!
+Freeze! Rock!
+Freeze! Rock!
+Freeze! Rock!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Glide[Produced by Inspectah Deck]
+
+[U-God]
+Yeah, yo, yo, Inspectah Deck track
+Break ya back, yo
+
+A message of a wreckage
+50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus
+Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders
+Call shop of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my holster
+Whip and boil, ?lugotan? hurricane the holler
+Daily operation, bullet train tingle farther
+8 seconds a scar your style wild buccaneer
+Round table revolvin' on ten musketeer
+Think you, got all the riches
+Think you poli with bitches
+You could run the fuck opponent, gotten with the glitches
+The swiftness, hit the spots that are vital
+Shake the ground decent, like 3 sticks of dyno
+
+[Lethaface]
+My administration deceive the population
+Start the next generation by artificial insemination
+Contaminate stations, for music in the making
+Concentration camps, Assassinate for industry domination
+Abomination, The Competition and confrontation you mistaken
+I'm a nuclear warhead bomb invasion
+Extermination of the next man, when the Germans blazing
+We burn this for occasions, regardless I see your expiration
+Perspiration you sweatin'
+A cassette deck eject in your selection for air time
+Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind
+A redesign? of how I rhyme, and slang crack in my spare time
+[U-God]
+Crime Time
+We rollin' with the undisputed, rootin tootin
+21 gun salutin', new recruitin'
+Wu-Tang, slang bang in unit
+Put us in your cassette deck, yo, improvement
+Smash and blast the shit, I'm doper than math
+That makes you level through the devil
+You never surpass
+The stakes is hot, like bullet snatch pots
+And hot twats
+Fully operational hand held Glocks, mhm
+The uncanny, vigilante panty man
+Crook, took by the hook of the candy man
+Look, now you caught up in the suction
+Rap Tight and my appetite destruction
+
+[Lethaface]
+Today's the day, the bomb gets dropped on America
+Human civilization in concrete jungle concentration camps
+Replacement amps blown, speaker abduction
+The Mad weed seduction corruption
+From the brain cells decreasing
+Its sucker duck season, fuck treason
+Blast if you trespass, bullet enters your mouth and exits your ass
+Impregnate the math, then give birth to a newborn
+Figure of speech drew form, with 8 arms
+Napalms, collapses stages you perform on,dominate
+Drama face, abominate, sling crack behind the black high gate
+The nine fade the hearts of men
+Slip the cartridge in
+Off the hook like telemarketing sales condone over the phone
+[U-God]
+Danger zone
+Bozzy Capone alone, in a terrordome Stalone
+With a great cannon, bones cerebral swollen
+Straight both ways scanning
+All you roaches lay down I spray the brain damage
+Bring the banners, the green gamma ray
+Gain up the same data, Scatter
+Then a dark part where D and you used to play all day
+The ray sound stung you, you kung fu check the cleaner
+From fire line I gun you for fun
+Dial 9-1-1
+Someone tore down the tunnel son
+1-2 Check your fronts
+Captain Crunch, munch on you for lunch
+You punchbag drunk, bald headed monk
+Top bunk, chunk your trunk full of junk
+Buffer and bump stop humping me
+Ruff a scum sucking muthafucka
+Ducking my shit just luckily
+
+[Hook]
+Other emcees made a big mistake
+Fronting on the mic that's truly great
+What? How you want it fried or baked
+I place in right through the heart of a snake
+Scrape at papes, take what we can take
+Til the day we die, meet the pearly gates
+Golden Arms going strong, I'm holding weight
+Cause
+(Repeat)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Venom[Chorus]
+Thugs in the place with the
+These women in my face with the
+The thing on my waist is the
+Up in the place, pour ace
+(It's the joint)
+
+[Verse 1]
+My reputation's paramount
+Otherwise, air 'em out
+Shoot it in hurr, airin' out
+Let 'er know I'm headin' out
+Conduct my booth business then go back to the lab and wear it out
+Cut the pie in two ways
+Other half, bail me out
+Hear me out, doin' better things
+Big cars, heavy chains
+Funny what the cheddar brings
+Breezin' through the hurricane
+Bust through by any means
+Squeeze on my enemies
+Then skate to the Philippines and watch out for this Guillotine
+Jump ship, they spillin' beans
+UFOs can affect the cream
+Unknowns in drug zones
+Everything ain't what it seems
+Cutthroats smell gun smoke
+Kill you off with one stroke
+Zip-lock, quart of coke
+Watch out, her water broke
+Lord knows how far I'll go
+Press hard, charcoal
+Black diamond, Frankie Lymon
+In a trap, with top ramen
+On the charts you see me climbin'
+Bars and a beat with perfect timin'
+Poke more holes in Puerto Ricans
+On the upper tier, I see you leakin'
+[Chorus]
+Thugs in the place with the
+These women in my face with the
+The thing on my waist is the
+Up in the place, pour ace
+(It's the joint)
+
+[Verse 2]
+The flashdance in her fancy pants
+Breeze through and I catch a glance
+Coverin' holes, you lookin' bland
+Rough flows, for the fans
+In the street you hear, "Blam blam"
+Hard shit you can't Shazam
+Sun tan in my Raybans
+Barbecue that wasteland
+Train hard with that waistband
+I might make you my wingman
+Introduce you to that gangland
+Wolf niggas, caveman
+El Hawk with the wingspan
+I'm a yanks fan
+High up in the grandstand
+With Horace live from Kingston
+Fuck them niggas I can't stand that flimflam
+Shakedown for that contraband
+Walk tall, you conscious man
+Enemy of the state
+You call it home, I call it foreign land
+I'm goin' bonkers, man
+Jumped out that Tonka truck
+Wage war, that cop get plucked
+That's the one that got me stuck
+Boys on the force are so corrupt
+Don't fuck with my fam, I'll spill them guts
+Pull that thing from under the rug
+Crash through your door
+[?] bust
+What nigga, I ain't got no drugs
+What nigga, I ain't got no drugs!
+[Chorus]
+Thugs in the place with the
+These women in my face with the
+The thing on my waist is the
+Up in the place, pour ace
+(It's the joint)
+
+[Chorus]
+Thugs in the place with the
+These women in my face with the
+The thing on my waist is the
+Up in the place, pour ace
+(It's the joint)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Night The City Cried*police radio* (humming)
+
+(U-God)
+
+Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
+Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
+Wit' cats and dogs become meat
+All that is sacred
+My body lay naked
+Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
+Some money making Jamaican
+High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
+Maybe he was mistaken for some great man
+In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement
+Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
+With a long rusty Jason
+Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage
+In this mad man hell he laid in
+Logical was hatred
+Some replacement killer came through, left small traces
+Engraved his chest
+Left him for death
+Left him on his last breath
+Crawling, just to make a statement (hu hu huh)
+In this matrix
+Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
+Somehow found, amazing!
+By the department of sanitation
+Under city lights to the hospital
+Hit him with the chest rockers, shockers
+Pop him open just to keep his heart racing (Clear)
+(Chorus)
+Will he make it?
+Will he survive?
+Terror in his eyes
+Night the city cries
+Payback is crime
+He damn near died
+Banished my wounds not mine
+The city cries, drama ride
+Guns out the window, slide
+Before me now the city cries
+
+(U-God)
+
+Unconscious for months (beep beep)
+Deep in coma shock
+When you awoke, it was hope
+Dry throat
+Choking off tools, being fed ice cubes
+Pain in you head
+Change of the bed
+Doped up and soaking while police on top
+Doctors monitor your heart (heart beating)
+Sergeant Bilko came in with some zombie ass cops
+What we have here the chief embraces
+In his hands he pulls out two briefcases
+A picture popped up on computer
+One woman, one man, sharpshooter
+He asked you do you remember these two faces?
+'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized
+Violated as if you was raped
+What the hell
+You escape well
+Police investigated the scene
+Scrape the crime scene
+Down to the bone panel
+While you lay frail in the enamel
+Under you nails in the scuffle
+You scratched some DNA samples that match
+The blood on your clothes are not yours, it was his
+Right before you blacked out, took that blow
+In September, you can't remember
+You ripped his nose ring
+Right out his nose
+Before he took it four times in the ribs
+But somehow he lived
+]From the little bit of blood you grabbed
+His skin type, you ran it back to forensic labs
+Your finger prints popped up
+This is where it begins
+Your street name was Henry the Saint
+Staten Island's where your crib was at
+Park Hill project was your outlet
+You was a target
+Or organized outfit
+Not by the mafia, this where it get chills
+Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
+Money fund drill
+Booby trapped perhaps
+Left his food for the rats
+Now...
+(Chorus)
+Will you make it?
+Will you survive?
+Terror in your eyes
+Night the city cries
+Payback is crime
+You damn near died
+Bandaged by wounds not mine
+The city cries, drama ride
+Guns out the window slide
+Before me now the city cries
+
+(U-God)
+
+One cop's weakness
+Was heroic, he exposed pieces
+Leaked out information
+On surveillance where his wife was staying
+Police tracked her down
+Blood hound on the east side of town
+In some skyscraper
+They had video tapes of her
+And some porn star fling, her and the next door neighbor
+And the killer with the nose ring
+But the police didn't have a case
+'Cause the victim couldn't remember a thing
+Not even a face
+He had to clear his name
+He bit off more than he could chew
+His absent minded flash backs grew
+And grew to hate
+He had to escape
+To ICU
+On the second day he came through
+He concocted the impossible
+The psych' slipped out the cuffs
+Somehow killed to armed guards (bang, bang)
+Grabbed their guns
+Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the night
+If police hunting was right
+He's seeking for justice
+Off point bulletin
+On a black male Jamaican
+Meanwhile a dark lookable crook
+Is in a alleyway for retaliation
+A limo pulled across the street from a gas station
+He saw his wife
+And the nigga that knifed him
+He wanted to mash him
+He was real patient
+A devilish growl sensation
+And the rain grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain)
+Of betrayal, murder revenge
+Bitch that set you up will get hers in the end
+In the hall of the lobby floor
+Security on post
+Got gun butted three times in the head with the old dusty toast
+Now he slipped past the video cameras undetected
+To the 25th floor
+Apartment 504
+When he rang the bell (ding dong) sweet voice said
+She cracked it open, her reply I thought you was dead
+In a matter of seconds and inches
+The door was hanging off the hinges (crash)
+Her eyes met the metal
+She screamed Oh my God
+Out the back room the killer with the nose ring
+Smashed the nigga in the head with a porcelain vase
+Shots ricochet like lightning roads
+Put the bimbo in arms
+The drapes caught on fire, with no alarm
+They crashed out the window, but they somehow held on
+Dangling from a hundred stories high
+Don't doubt him
+Will he make it?
+Continued next album
+(Chorus)
+Will he make it?
+Will he survive?
+Terror in his eyes
+Night the city cries
+Payback is crime
+He damn near died
+Bandaged by wounds not mine
+The city cries, drama ride
+Guns out the window slide...
+
+Golden Arm is as good as his reputation says
+With his bare hands he stood all of us off
+And if he had weapons...
+
+Golden Arm never uses weapons
+Says he doesn't need them
+He says using his bare arms is the best
+And he's probably right
+Nobody's beaten him yet
+Just using his arms he beat us all then
+We had no chance
+He had us coldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Lay Down(Verse One)
+It be the Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
+I got control drop a load
+Time to rip shit
+Time to rock and roll
+I play the block and stroll
+Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin
+Choppin for dough, prophesize
+Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse
+The horsepower cross bow
+Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow
+Under my belt plenty live
+Twenty five in the front row
+Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin
+Rumble in the Bronx
+Slugs out start buggin out
+Thugs out, tuck they heats in your bucket seats
+Honey's suckin me, sweet
+Do a 90 in the jeep
+Vainglorious, might stand victorious
+A hundred story high historian
+Poor men of the street
+Jammed the game, to the poor again
+Slander the Wu banner name it's war again
+It's war again
+(Hook)
+**Gun cocking**
+Lay down
+**Bullets fire**
+Mothafucka lay down
+Lay down
+Spray sounds
+Spray sounds
+Spray sounds
+
+(Verse Two)
+Subject to sing like the slasher slither
+Better through a guy's status
+Apparatus tied to your liver
+Melon in never whither
+Mount St. Helens swellin
+Refreshin fearsome rebellious sellin death to ya eardrums
+I'm never tellin, diary, just a firey felon
+Coughins I'm nailin
+All your frail men on a scale
+Your deep space maybe's
+Inject your offsprings wit the rabies
+It's gravy train on the remy, dirty glass
+Sponge kidney bath real pissy
+Rendevous, wit the fisheys stats
+Demolition derby, attourney to rap
+Before the jury
+A thirty six word remix
+Firey phoenix turn tables wobble
+Out the pre-cint shake the ground decent
+Still waiting for impeachment I'm sea sick
+(Hook)
+
+(Verse Three)
+Edit I, sexual predator
+In the burn centre
+Temper, pepper salt
+Hashish master piece
+Out the vault
+Twenty seven years of hysteria, bury ya
+In the gear of North America
+Placenta crackin it's crisis
+Kosovo tae-bo flow blow out the fo'
+World trauma, who got the virus?
+Pearl Harbour casino classic free loader
+Weed smokin bastards
+Gambinos on amino acid
+Bio-hazards
+Faster the groover the hoover vacume
+The child spark remover sag em'
+Passionate wars wit U-God the braska to Alaska
+Pipe line the right by a massacre
+Thought race your barriers
+The air craft carriers severe
+Spill your mascara dear
+The skin lab
+Tell your flex everywhere
+Soon your words, scum dogs of the universe
+When will you learn
+You'll get burned
+(Hook)
+
+Tear it downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shell Shock[Verse 1: Lethaface]
+To my hard rocks locked in cell blocks, never shell shock
+Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box
+My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood
+Your choice the slugs you do dirt in the rain then your name is mud
+Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs
+Strapped for what? To avoid being stuck and blazed up
+Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut
+Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked
+Intense cuts from Leatha and Uey, verbal gymnast
+Volvo, physical fitness over tracks leave statistics
+Tripped into the realm with chrome shines like sunlight
+Half of my life is right, the other half is a gun fight
+Uptight jake harassing for college satisfaction
+A 101 question asking in back of the paddy wagon
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Sadly, tragedy happen, lost in captivity
+Imagine me happily clapping big barrels, heavy ammo
+Man the mammal, packed in commando, rapidly practice soprano
+Crack my fingers on pianos
+I torture you with orchestra tackle on your back, the jackal
+No time to react, combat, flying shrapnel
+Kamikaze degrees, Chariots of Fire
+Live wire, dunn, rock it til your knees drop, over tree tops
+Colossal current enforcing, outer bridge crossing
+One foot first, is the rebirth the crime arson
+Caution, furnace flying, deserters try to black ball us
+Over the face of the Earth's surface
+The heat is heating up, demon from the east wing
+Hitman's bullet, leave you barely breathing and barely seeing
+A critically blaze, biblical plague in a maze
+Riddle the box, smothered in cops
+Sky hugger, Space Jam, slam a the blizzard of rock
+A space invader laced with lazers and widow maker weapons
+Magnificent Seven, this cannibal mouth
+Gangsta spectrum form an animal house, fume at 11
+[Chorus: Leatha Face]
+We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a melting pot
+Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop
+We dwell on blocks, while you cats held my the cops
+Blow fire from you tops, your expired by the shots
+Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya
+War displayed by the widow makers
+We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a melting pot
+Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop
+We dwell on blocks, while you cats held my the cops
+Blow fire from you tops, your expired by the shots
+Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya
+War displayed by the widow makers
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+On his wrist saw the spiral, glass hand
+Last man to eat tracks like you straight up, hit up a white dude
+Jean jacket, Australian gats, Mediterranean raps
+Play the back with the joint on his neck
+Who feeling this? Thugs love this, we way above sea level, love
+Check out the glove, stay bloodied up, plug this
+Verbal hygiene, the Golden Arm, plus niggas stay warm
+We out in Mexico implanting The Swarm
+All niggas snatch money, watch the sweater, criticize my Fila
+Sneakers cost cheddar with the heat out
+We brolic, extra large, dynamic, crack your ceramic in half
+Go against the grain, we feeding you math
+What up? Niggas call it high-tech, big shank rank
+Straight out the kitchenette, jubs in the sink
+Before I go, analyze all money go
+Yeah, you seen him, a 6 double O, rocking bummy clothes
+[Verse 4: Hell Razah]
+Bloody Red Hook, money and crooks
+Get out my face with them funny looks, you're better off studying books
+Let the weed burn, they brain dead, I'ma feed 'em the worms
+Y'all be actin up and showing off and needing to learn
+You know the Sun shine as the Earth turns
+Nowadays is the ghetto germ, knocking off whoever concerned
+I dip your brain in the blood of fire, prophecize like Jeremiah
+Turn a crowd to a choir
+Hot wired space ships, fed niggas who I hate with
+I be Apocalypse, Tales of the Crypt
+Raise the dead out the realm of the six
+Overwhelmed by the smell of the clips, gun smoke, shots hit
+We surrounded by Hell and politics, bulletproof or hollow tips
+I'm the silencer on the loudest clip
+The widow maker, Heaven Razah, put of curse on whoever major
+Snatch the belt off the heavy weighter
+I be a Swarm alligator, slap niggas way across equators
+When the dare try to flaunt they paper
+
+[Chorus: Leatha Face]
+We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a melting pot
+Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop
+We dwell on blocks, while you cats held my the cops
+Blow fire from you tops, your expired by the shots
+Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya
+War displayed by the widow makers
+We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a melting pot
+Your skeleton drop, as your cells start to pop
+We dwell on blocks, while you cats held my the copsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Turbo Charge[Intro]
+Rock it on
+To the break of dawn
+Elevation yo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Elevation smell the vibration
+Mystique beneath the beat cave in
+Super freak meaty bone tones discreet
+Ganja leave is a sweet sensation
+[?egg is I?] forsake
+Take over in the making live wire retire all great men
+Mic-pope rope-a-dope malicious intention
+Broke through your fences now this is the redemption
+Nerve wrenching unstoppable high colossal
+Tonsil obstacle-able hard to true bobbin
+Shopping through no question
+Honey I'm sexual intellectual (vamp) rhyming professional
+Swing all the ladies in I directional
+Potential bright clever and soft
+Whatever more encore the shit you adore hard
+
+[Chorus]
+'Cause it's hard turbo charge and I'm doing shit my way
+Bon Voyage Shaolin dodge nigga I'm going shit my way
+Turbo charge nigga it's hard 'cause I'm doing shit my way
+Yes it's hard praise to God, nigga I'm doing shit my way
+How it sounds now hold it down right down to the ground
+[Verse 2]
+Pleasure the light mic the treasure strangers in the night
+Can't fight the spinning lining of pearl from left to right
+Have guns, you will travel Milky Way dripping in the brisk
+At your own risk silver shadow
+That might lurk in the image in the Pharaoh
+When the road gets narrow an hour off after hour
+Devour with the power the background amp
+Wine your mission to the party mix champ
+Wu stamp genie out the lamp cramp sex position
+Exposition body count technician
+Bets deep rising ask Killa shit
+Wax [?] this courage of the fearless Wu enterprise
+Sent to risen - Grand prize landslide
+Pipe in holy lighting told me I'm frighten
+Goldie the only one who boldly speaking that excitement
+
+[Chorus]
+'Cause it's hard turbo charge and I'm doing shit my way
+Bon Voyage Shaolin dodge nigga I'm going shit my way
+Turbo charge nigga it's hard 'cause I'm doing shit my way
+Yes it's hard praise to God, nigga I'm doing shit my way
+How it sounds now hold it down right down to the ground
+
+[Verse 3]
+I feel the earth moving under my feet
+I feel the crowd come tumbling down
+How it sound all around now
+We going to party now hold it down
+We going to party-hardy right down to the ground
+[Chorus]
+'Cause it's hard turbo charge and I'm doing shit my way
+Bon Voyage Shaolin dodge nigga I'm going shit my way
+Turbo charge nigga it's hard 'cause I'm doing shit my way
+Yes it's hard praise to God, nigga I'm doing shit my way
+How it sounds now hold it down right down to the groundEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Unstoppable[Hook: U-God]
+You know when you see that
+See that, feel that
+Unstoppable
+So unstoppable that
+You know when you see that
+See that, feel that
+Unstoppable
+So unstoppable
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+Payed that price for my name in lights
+Better roll that dice
+To excel to a level, get to hold that might
+Late studio sessions, who sleeps at night?
+Breathe smoke from the bonfire
+Create words that are frying at the empire
+Longevity creates enemies
+My legacy will live on at the Kennedys
+Camelot, hip-hop, find it at the thrift shop
+Store it in a zip-loc
+Distribute it on street blocks, for the world to hear
+Tell the world "Then, here, it's the world premiere"
+That
+I said no trivia
+When I sold the bolivia raw
+Shit was pure from the heart, uncut from the start and I couldn't get rid of her
+She put me in a whirlwind, everything good, again
+I'm in the place in the space where I should've been
+Worldwide with the standing o
+With the house life down, you can see that, feel that
+[Hook: U-God]
+You know when you see that
+See that, feel that
+Unstoppable
+So unstoppable that
+You know when you see that
+See that, feel that
+Unstoppable
+So unstoppable
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+On the FDR, sunroof, retractable
+Redbone and they copping liquor so natural, this is factual
+Can't find it glow in any manual
+And who will claim king in this wicked ass chess game
+Spread love, that'd be the best thing
+Burn that sour shit, till your chest stings
+While the vest thing lay up in the West Wing
+Cars and homes stress free
+Tahiti bitches with a drink on top of me
+I'm all over the bread, poppy seeds
+My independent philosophies
+Now what the hell of a prophecy
+All the things that I got to see
+From a broken home to a home of belief
+All praise to the father for the in and out, breathe
+[Hook: U-God]
+You know when you see that
+See that, feel that
+Unstoppable
+So unstoppable that
+You know when you see that
+See that, feel that
+Unstoppable
+So unstoppableEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+WuDak Yellow (Freestyle)[Verse 1: U-God]
+Who put a Wu nigga on this track?
+Guess I'ma slaughter you
+When I had to rip this quick bars on deck
+Minus the autotune
+Blood on my Nikes, fistfight, selling that white
+This is for all the goons, bitch
+Sit on this dick, swallow and spit
+That's what you all to do
+Manhattan it with some [?]
+[?] Chanel over 5th & Madison
+Side line chicks get sent to the Radisson
+Spread that cream to my team, then vanishing
+Pop them doors and [?] Amsterdam
+Louis on the seats handcrafted by Dapper Dan
+A new classic bastards
+No tricks in '17 'cause the guns are clean
+And emigrate over [?] an Island
+Fake smiling in your face
+Catch cases with thoughts of violence
+That marketing fee is just a page in my rap degree
+It fit he dog organic now I'm top line pedigree
+Move like a centipede for enemies that's tryna put an end to me
+It's gonna take another ten times ten to me
+Do the math and get back to me
+It's U-G-O-D; fucking up the church money
+After this track you gon' need plenty racks
+Break that bang! ([?] another word homie)
+Still smell like overseas, ripped jeans, the smoke right, so high
+Off the edible green, while they sipping the lean
+All rap lives matter 'cause we living in dream
+This source is never depleted
+How value some say little conceited
+And I put a little salt on it
+But however do you want it? However do you need it, need it?
+Don't make repeat it - all soldier
+Money fold the ex-gunslinger
+Got me pissed off with chips on both shoulders
+It's just too many clones with a microphone
+And it's Wu! A lot of copies up dirty like Zu!
+After I'm gone when they be all/yawn like you
+And it say uptown hold the burst for me
+With the shot at young Cardi BEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+To the Rescue[Verse 1: U-God]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo
+Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin'
+One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons
+Burn, handgun herns, standin' firm
+Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
+Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
+With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan
+The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic
+Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic'
+Skull tactic, sporadic, Asiatic, long awaited
+Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated
+You hated us, 'cause we immortal on wax
+Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax
+Shillac 'em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin
+Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin'
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
+I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
+The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress
+And Leathaface pressed, next, here to set you
+REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue
+
+[Verse 2: Lethaface]
+I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta
+Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered
+By my block sponsors, monster Tonka truck ya
+The whole train conductor
+A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka
+Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds
+Infrared, signin' on the Glock, splittin' ya head
+Drippin' wet from death threat messages I inject
+Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets
+Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin' like incense
+Vets broken into the flesh, soakin' in ya own mess
+Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets
+Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows
+Holdin' ya breath, gaggin' for a bit of oxygen
+Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document
+Lockin' position, envision, adapt critical condition
+Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin'
+Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites
+Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries
+Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives
+Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside
+In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow
+Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles
+Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin' you
+Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin' you
+Claim professional, but I never met you
+Son I never forget you
+I slaughter foes when my particles wet you
+To the Rescue
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
+I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
+The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
+The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
+REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+Slash hope, raw burnin', freezin' thoughts are cold
+Ballistic missile lift off, now one behold
+My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume
+With grief fallin' on me in a breeze, the seas partin'
+It's two men awesome, uncanny
+The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny
+Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me
+I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw
+Menate the law, practice my ambition
+Understand determination, plus my burnin' condition
+Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster
+Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster
+Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic
+The floor panic when revolvin', Shaolin dodgin'
+Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem"
+Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred
+The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness
+Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse
+The crash course, the portions of my Porsche
+Divorce it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force
+Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it
+Toss the smokin' corpse, seldom sing
+Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin' and swarmin'
+Vikin style, strikin' without warnin' a nation
+Standin' ovation, rap devastation
+New animation, the scandal
+Handle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you
+God damn you! To the rescue
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
+I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
+The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
+The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
+REC! I suggest niggas come To the RescueEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Knockin at Your Door[Verse 1: U-God]
+You asked for the rap action pack satisfaction
+Snatch over match kiss the grand dragon
+I'm tramplin the mass riddin head champion
+Back draft crash landin
+Last man standing
+All bodies full of swords
+Cards of confusion
+Killa bee guarntee
+The guilotine execution
+Reviloution air pollution
+New budda diva fairy, beaver, be cleaver, fever, curry speaker
+Sweet creature hurry knockin
+Dirty rockin jockin
+One stand word is thirty shell shockin
+Unlockin fell through the flurries
+Hurry, don't worry cherry blow
+Go beyond wall rip a hardcore
+Right
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Someone's knockin at the door
+Someone's brining the swell
+Y'all really want the fuckin war
+Golden Arms bringing the swell
+Somebody knockin at the door
+Somebody brinin the swell
+Young guns down for the cause
+Golden Arms bringin the swell
+[Verse 2: Letha Face]
+Last hope Staten force, stack a few thoughts
+Burn a mens courts
+German imports adapt to the sport
+Smash your courts like elevator deaths
+Hell raizer checks
+Shells faith invest it dwells in the plate in your chest
+Facial sweats away in your breath
+Scrapin your best patriot blessed warzone
+No escapin the death
+Snake you inject venom from poison glands
+Boy scans destroy mans
+The only survivor if the weak hold jams
+Boths mans a pyrex measuring cups
+Fo' better bust permanent headrush
+Body illustrius
+Infamous selfdestruct 12 bomb mechanisms
+Expertism sets down your power gland systems
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Somebody rockin hardcore
+Sombody bringin the swell
+Y'all really want the fuckin war
+Golden Arms bringin the swell
+Somebody rockin hardcore
+Somebody bringin the swell
+Somebody rockin hardcore
+Golden Arms bringin the swell
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+Titanium bat
+Drainin the crainium crack
+Strainin your back
+Late flap played back flippin
+Disco daddy caddy shack
+Glad he back, novelty size
+Swallow me in poverty pimpin
+Finger lickin hood stricken
+Muffle detect slide
+Shuffle the deck muscle respect, good riddens
+Rag time drag through
+36 pistons jerk your wrist in friction
+Crash y'all since you in fast ball
+And gas your last ass-whippin
+Ask canned equipment
+Risky district sound effect
+Kickbox to get lift the gold shipment
+The upmost control cut most amounted track
+Polish my knaps
+Now get simplicity twisted
+Guys on top
+Won't he despise out the meisor
+The crypt tall bricks hit em'
+Rip torn the bits got flipped shredded then chipped over dicer
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Someone knockin at the door
+Someone bringin the swell
+Y'all niggas really want the war
+Golden Arms bringin the swell
+Y'all want the fuckin hardcore
+Golden Arms bringin the swell
+Young guns out for the cause
+Golden Arms bringin the bell
+Bell, bell, bell, bell, bell...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Magnum Force[Intro: Jim Jones]
+Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
+G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
+New York's mine
+
+[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
+Can it be it was all so simple
+Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin through
+I lost my fitted when the wind blew
+Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons
+Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene
+Way back when Eric B. was a 'mic fiend'
+What about the pipe fiends, got 'em in line
+Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind
+Now I'm in my prime like 36 Chambers
+Pull through your block with like thirty-six rangers
+Don't say it, we dangerous, give a fair warning
+Party til the morning, to the last call
+Go hard, nigga, 'cause when it rain it starts pouring
+You a nigga sleep, like you snoring
+My niggas creep like they crawling
+Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for this nigga?
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
+Heat's to your skull, 'cause this time, it's on
+(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
+Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you're gone
+(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
+You live by the sword, you die by the sword
+(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
+Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Yo, it's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch
+God got a sweet tooth for white broads and fleetwoods
+Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop
+Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof
+Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off the tree
+Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G
+These boots don't walk from the Hill to France
+Dunn, shout out to dance hall, gorilla stance
+Make, killas glance, heads, start popping
+Police just watch, hoes, start clocking
+Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly
+But mine is gully, my insides is ugly
+And I shine with my hat low, behind the skully
+It's Zilla, Zilla, with the monster belly
+And my hands stay steady, I move in silence
+But I'm, ready to live, nigga, Christopher Wallace
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
+Heat's to your skull, 'cause this time, it's on
+(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
+Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you're gone
+(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
+You live by the sword, you die by the sword
+(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
+Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
+[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
+Okay, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God
+Bitch, I keep squeezing til you dead or a retard
+Walk past your block with my Glock and my iPod
+Hoodie over, bandana, and flip your little Rover over
+If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it
+Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it
+Real hip hop, you looking for it, just found it
+It's like punishment, the way a nigga stay grounded
+Humble, but I rumble, bang you
+Throw up the W, niggas'll Wu-Tang you
+D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D
+Mad bitches in the club, homey, you know me
+I got paper, I urinate a couple G
+Whitey's looking like, who he suppose to be?
+Don Gorilla, a/k/a Donny G
+Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
+Heat's to your skull, 'cause this time, it's on
+(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
+Sing your goodbyes, 'cause this time, you're gone
+(Boy, we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
+You live by the sword, you die by the sword
+(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
+Ah, fuck it, magnum force, get 'emEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Enter U-God[U-God]
+AW SHIT!
+Now I got you tremble'n for the battle to begin
+I'm not gonna leave this place with no sad face
+Cuz I'm gonna win
+The battle everybody in the world just came to see
+Golden Arms, (ah!) take out these cornwalled ass MC's
+All y'all corns - walk out the door (ah!)
+You run the same rhyme that the crowd don't wanna hear no more
+Gun blastin this and flashin that, reality now actually
+You better listen, you better listen carefully
+We came here (we came here), to dull the bass (ha, ha, ha)
+And Mathematics catch the cut while RZA Ra just hold the bass
+And I'm rhyme and on timin', it's so fresh from out the pack
+Niggas got problems, cuz the Wu is fighting back
+Please don't sing (please don't sing), yo battle rap (ha, ha, ha)
+We got the most, the sugar coated bully rhymes from out the back
+And we breakin', and we taken everything you fuckin own
+Not yo bitches, but yo FUCKIN' MICROPHONES!
+
+[Talking]
+Y'all muthafuckas ready for the Redemption?
+Bring it muthafucka *echos*
+Yo Yo, dis U-God representin' that W
+Tru, we comin' thru, I'm comin' thru
+Wit the Redemption
+This time it's me dolo solo here brah!
+Guerilla Warfare you know how we do
+Uptown, Downtown, Dirty South, LA, New York, Chi Town
+We commin' thru for this shit, represent (respresent)
+Yo, Yo, Watch out! They let the hell out the gates
+[Excerpt from '36 Chambers' Movie]
+Now then, the Cheesaw have four chiefs
+Number one is Golden ArmsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+SkyscraperIntro:
+Skyscrapers (x3)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Watch how I swing 'em, past the Apollo, past Jimmy Jaz
+Easy on the throttle
+Skyline glittah
+Crooks in the night
+This fucked up apple let me take a bite
+Push back the drop, lights on the stretch
+Then I hit the dutch twice
+Left me sundrenched
+Freeway a life we might just bump heads
+All these hood niggas in front the projects
+Tweet all the masses, plans to bomb threat
+See 'em on the block, salute the young vets
+Used to move with the best, now they call them the elite
+Inner city dudes, bad news with the heat
+Girl you're in for a treat, no keys in the pocket
+Push button seats, jump start the rocket
+Pennies, for profit, minks up in the closet
+Southern fried birds get seasoned with the arson
+
+[Chorus]
+Big city life (skyscraper)
+Big city lights (skyscraper)
+Big city life (skyscraper)
+Big city lights (skyscraper)
+[Verse 2]
+Bitches and fame, came from the hustle
+The will and the power, came from the struggle
+Violence on the Island, cause niggas to crumble
+Behind the dumpster, all day we hustle
+Shots to the vertebrae, murder rate doubled
+Then the ambulance came, zip lock the duffle
+Stick up, kids, in the sports bar
+Shots in the hill, by Stapleton Park
+It's one of them nights, wish upon a star
+That the hood might settle and peace may start
+Police drive by, hide the marijuana
+Chicks stroll by in 'Sace and Gabana
+Once ain't enough, nigga, pass that raw
+If I miss you three times, gon' catch bullet four
+
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stick Up[Intro: INF-Black]
+Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard?
+Uh-huh, all my live niggas, friday..
+Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard?
+
+[INF-Black]
+I'm the hood like weed and crack
+Best believe I'm the hood and I ain't far from my gat
+Was taught to hold it down, and never slack on my mack
+Same niggas you give pounds, be those niggas that rat
+The bullshit, you got a deal, momma told me react
+I'm from a part of town, that's real, where you can't relax
+Shots throwin', always somethin', get your head piece cracked
+The block jumpin', stay pumpin', these buildings is where it's at
+These buildings is where I stack, brought out the INF-Black
+Rather get caught in the act, then caught dead in your back, so chill (chill)
+If peace was an option, and still plottin'
+Nobody's untouchable, keep your p's when it's coppin'
+Please, when I'm cockin', or freeze and get boxed in
+So many m.c.'s on they knees, now they plead when they coppin'
+My live state rockin', fresh, and still grindin'
+Time after time and my homies, I'm still ridin'
+
+[Chorus 2X: INF-Black]
+Ya'll haters coudln't ride with me
+Couldn't get down like me, get high like me
+Competition's like a robbery, it's easy to see
+Yo, put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard?
+[Hook: INF-Black]
+Go bang, when I'm jumpin' the gun
+Have ya'll bitch ass niggas run
+It go bang, that's the sound of the thang
+That's the sound of the thang..
+
+[INF-Black]
+I ain't talkin' like I can't slip, or get clipped
+But I'm on point like my outfit matchin' my kicks
+I'm cockin' this fifth, faggot niggas all on my dick
+With a heart full of fire, I ain't givin' an inch
+Take my kindness for weakness, ain't life a bitch
+Staten Isle's best secret'll run up in your shit
+Like I ain't never been pinched, took a blow over some dough
+I slap a hole in the 'fro for sniffin' my blow, it's real
+Park Hill's where I'm from, where killas load guns
+And take funds, huggin' the trigger
+Shot pumps in your Hilfiger, or the block for this cheddar
+Hold cracks in sweaters, next to floored counterfeiters
+Yeah, I loved a lot of niggas, but lot of niggas I stop lovin'
+It's me or them, so fuck 'em (fuck 'em) ...
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[INF-Black]
+I'm livin' proof, nigga, listen
+More jewels than Q when he killed Bishop, play the roll or be the victim
+Time's tickin', my hand's itchin', I'm hot in the kitchen
+Any condition, I'm street, son, I'm plottin' the mission
+Choppin' the raw, I'll break it off, through my addition
+It's gonna be friction, I keep the half-sawed, it's real
+Push my limit, catch an ass whippin', son, I ain't' missin'
+Two tool for the club and a nine for the waistline
+Get it all, it's fine, just like your bitch, can't wait to taste mine
+Break spines for yards and I break the bassline
+Hold it down with my squad, move hard as county lines, run that
+I'm your car, wouldn't call it a crime
+My rubber gripped chrome nine, keep ya'll hoes in line
+Treat you like old pussy, cuz I'll fuck you when I want
+Gut you out like a turkey and I'll stuff you a blunt, chump
+Have you in emergency, for tryin' hum a stunt
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Bridge: INF-Black]
+Nigga run that...
+Give up your chain and your watch, or the Glock'll go click clack
+I ain't playin', what I'm sayin', throw these hollows in your six pack
+Don't have me pop, don't move, nigga, I ain't try'nna hear that
+Niggas know I won't hesitate to put your fuckin' shit back
+
+[Interlude: INF-Black]
+Yeah, INF-Black, Hillside Scramblers, it
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: INF-Black]
+Muthafuckas, toast to that, nigga
+Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hungry(U-God)
+
+(Chorus)
+
+Ruff out here
+Im out here fightin
+Cold and hungry
+Fish ain't bittin
+Life's so frightening
+I'm damn near thumpin
+Cold and crumbling
+Nothin's hatching
+Now im back
+In stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go
+Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa
+Stuck in the cold in the cold no place to go
+Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa
+Im out here fightin
+Cold and hungry
+Fish ain't bittin
+Lights so brightlin
+Damn near thumpin
+Broke and crumbling
+Nothin's hatchin
+Now im back
+In stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go
+Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaa
+Stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go cold
+Exploooooooooooooooode
+(U-God)
+
+I hit the concrete
+Show and proove to all  the ruff man in stove fuse burn it's bomb week
+Watch when i snug e'm
+You won't see nutin
+But the dust when the mightiest to the finest crust
+The blindest the vodka's don't yo
+We rabbit the land
+Unkind it's hard to manage
+FBI
+And the Public Eye
+The rap seems sord of savage but those
+Live in the math
+As doc cash livin fast
+Shang fool  anger
+Consealed in IMS
+Out the ass of the 36 chamber
+God get a grasp
+It's rhyme time
+Time's is gettin harder
+Damn he spoilled rotten
+Hot livin colla
+Remember when coke was $18.00 a gram
+Now i was a scholar for sellin bottles
+Now im in the high class models
+Never to rest
+Material's his Eyes
+On fire on my chest
+Stress full throttle
+Russian's still place yard testin my strengh
+Fuck you with my motto
+"huff"
+Here why ??????? For survivel I monster truck you
+Buck you some more
+You be stuck to the wall with a big fuck you fuck you
+In the search continue
+I build to fill my cup
+For peace of american life
+I don't really give a fuck
+I don't wanna die i don't wanna go
+I wan't total knowledge i don't wanna be hold left in the cold pickin up
+Our garbage
+My lung's are grungy die harder four course swash by diction in the graphd
+Man lord's Hungry............................................
+
+(Chorus)
+
+Im out here fightin
+Cold and hungry
+Fish ain't right in
+Nice so bright in
+I'm damn near thumpin
+Cold and crumbling
+Nothin's hatching
+Now im back
+In stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go
+Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
+Stuck in the cold the cold no place to goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
+Im out here fightin cold and hungry
+Fish ain't right in
+Nice so bright in
+I'm damn near thumpin
+Broke and crumbly
+Nothin's hatchin
+Now im back
+In stuck in the cold
+In the cold
+With no place to gooooooooooooooooooooo
+Stuck in the cold
+In the cold
+With no place to go
+Cold exploooooooooooooooodeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Jackpot[Verse 1: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
+The rip of the jackpot, cheddar cheese stacka
+Trip off the black crip, why I'm safe cracka
+I have you leapin' like a greenbay packa
+Newest sensation off the meat racka
+I had to mention it, I knew it would attract her
+It was all cool, I was waiting for the after
+Book a jackpot, pick your own chapter
+Beastin' and feastin' and livin' like a trappa
+Shit stay spinnin' like a Mexican gattlin'
+Pour the  ..... shit, just a piece of the action
+Yeah you know about that Fatal Attraction
+Brand new shit that was made for crashin'
+The palma lade, the marmalade, that was for maxin'
+Knucklehead niggas need John the Baptist
+
+[Hook: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
+So get it up like ransom
+I need play everyday like the National Anthem
+
+[Verse 2: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
+You don't have to like it 'cause it's good
+Oh shit, I'm sittin' in my crib, I'm writing rhymes in the hood
+Drunk niggas misundersood
+You know them sober mother fuckers better knock on wood
+I put it out cause its ample
+Them greedy G's drop dead off the 2 pic sample
+And then you grab a whole handful
+You run slam up the block.... (?) and jackpot pamphlets
+And don't question the answer, my word brain diagnosed like terminal cancer
+And people thinkin' I'm a phantom, like I'm all made up like Marilyn Manson
+A lil' nigga, you my grandson
+Cause if you bite my shit, son, you gon' need a transfer
+You know jojo was no dancer
+[Hook: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
+I need play everyday like the National Anthem
+So get it up like ransom
+I need play everyday like the National Anthem
+
+[Verse 3: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
+Camp Callaway on a Billie Holiday
+See niggas couldn't see me Donny Hathaway
+They say Wott, them niggas heard you three blocks away
+You know I smoke cats like three packs a day
+There's no gizmo, sashmo (?) is armstrong
+Break beat, one take, lean on a horn
+Scratch my brick and I can get the main ingredient
+Slam my door and I be reaching for that Commodore
+Everybody wants a good goodie
+You know another black teen got buried in a hoodie
+Some thought ... (?) live in a pink bubble
+He said he did it for the team, just stay outta trouble
+See Charlie had a parker (?), Reggina rang a bell
+I had Anita bakin' cake in the back stairwell
+All's forgiven, welcome to Thanksgivin'
+Order me three Bernie Macs, three six-packs of Old Gold
+Make sure it's Nat King Cole
+Make sure it's Nat King Cole
+Make sure it's Nat King Cole
+I got the hot shit cookin' on the stoveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Keynote Speaker[Hook]
+Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son
+I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young
+Not here to fight, we call it fun
+Allah gave me light, real strong
+Meet me at the top, near dawn
+Damn right, nope, we always kill songs
+
+[Verse 1]
+Mamma gave birth, righteous seed
+Tension in the hood, it's alright with me
+Flows laid down with lightning speed
+The track game good, it's alright with me
+I'ma keep dropping albums, each year
+Fold y'all niggas, beach chair
+I told y'all niggas, it's heat here
+Watch how y'all step, watch your feet there
+You blocking the shine of the chief here
+It's Keynote Speaker, leap year
+
+[Hook]
+Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son
+I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young
+Not here to fight, we call it fun
+Allah gave me light, real strong
+Meet me at the top, near dawn
+Damn right, nope, we always kill songs
+[Verse 2]
+Relentless, hustle, respect the fullest
+I'm ready, set, see my extra bullets
+I'm on deck, see, I'm next to do it
+My nest is blooming, my heart is fuming
+What you expect, man? The God is human
+I'm next to do it, my brain is fluid
+This is my anger, it's chamber music, now
+Here we are, to spank and bruise it, now
+Middle finger, if you think we lose it
+But you like it 'cause you choose it
+You can't coach me out my style
+I'm the millennium poster child
+Put in years, move at a slow pace
+As I watch y'all spit with no taste
+
+[Hook]
+Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son
+I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young
+Not here to fight, we call it fun
+Allah gave me light, real strong
+Meet me at the top, near dawn
+Damn right, nope, we always kill songsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Semi automatic: full rap metal jacketYo, yo...
+
+Chorus: u-god
+You can't hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+You can't hack the tactics
+Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
+
+Verse one: u-god
+I make mean lean when I pump my spunk
+And hands of chump, of machine gun funk
+I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis
+Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas
+With rigormor', I hit you in the core and
+Pop your legs well in the figure four
+You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin
+Extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman
+Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune
+Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins
+Don't pop Glocks at me then cop a plea
+A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea
+Deep depths makes rappers salted
+Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in
+Lay down them lines with them hard hits
+And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments
+Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds
+Underground railroad rza track lay it down
+I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement
+Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went
+It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled
+Five-star general, scars you want to angle
+Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer
+Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin
+Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings
+Chorus 2x
+Verse two: inspector deck
+Yo
+I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes
+Mc's are shot down long range with sniper aim
+No question marks, the session starts with sparks
+My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts
+Universal soldier, mo's the holder
+Globe in both hands, born to be sole controller
+Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash
+Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph
+Best-seller compose a rough draft
+Razor sharp vocabulary cut glass
+Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse
+You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps
+Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless
+Hard targets, underground like black markets
+Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura
+Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border
+Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all
+Liquid sword swingin slay all, I'm awol
+Chorus 1.5x
+
+Verse three: street thug
+Wu-tang be, killin you softly with this song
+You won't survive the outcome I bring def jams to your eardrums
+P.l.o. hits the hardest, regardless
+Felony offenders catchin murder one charges
+Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases
+The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators
+I strike back like the jedi, from n.y
+It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin
+I be all you need to rock these mic devices
+Projectile shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle
+I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger
+High pursuit for the cream like the bodyguard from bejing
+Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
+On your facilities, the penalty, doa
+Bomb shell your burrow like bombay
+Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped
+As we, travel the glove to put shaolin on the map
+I show loyalty, to my fans fully
+Operational raps, that bust through your skully
+I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun
+From the land of the slums spittin blades from my tongue
+Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
+Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker
+Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival
+My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
+Murder, underground beef for the burger
+P.l.o., criminal thoughts you never heard ofEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Soul Dazzle[Verse 1]
+On the mat,  head to toe Intacked on the track
+Big hat's on the go, Let them ho's know we on a stroll
+We on the track, The shit we started, we comin' back
+In the market of rap, walkin 'man heart talkin
+Superbowl ring, sun of soul king
+Roll the red carpet, out the cockpit
+Sharkskin garments, come out the closet
+"ROCKS!" My pocket's don't understand lint
+Place's i haven't been
+This is it HollyWood handprint, written in cement
+Bottom bitch, get that mint
+Get that money not the honey rent
+Need to feed is more legal
+Ya too foxy ass, get that cash
+Sparrows can't fly with eagles
+
+[Hook]
+Soul, Soul, need a taste
+Mind right, head in the right place
+Do what to do, like you supposed to be
+Now, give up your chance... before the game's on me
+Now bounce can you dig it, on the real side
+Stay in the showcase, be satisfied
+Now meet me at the pink house, that I tear down
+Let everybody know, that everybody know
+I made you squeeze, then hit your sound
+Now bounce get up and do nigga's what you can
+Everybody do ladie's what you can
+"right" 28 physique, game don't mean nothing me
+You can't run, hide, The games on me
+"right" can you dig it?
+
+[Verse 2]
+It's just the vocab
+Gift of gab
+Like the river they call me
+Rhymin' money on the wood
+Go good right before I just 69 em'
+Trick ass bitch nigga diamonds
+Put her arm in perfect timing
+Sweet signs a sin
+Steady climbin
+Always press fresh food on the table
+On the move
+Hash flourish
+Ever since they prove
+My stable every move is fatal
+My step gonna survive
+No jive
+Talkin GMC
+See the C bring it back to me
+If it's alright with you it's alright with me
+We could do like men how you want it to be
+That shiny shake that blind mixtape's like pineapple grape
+No time to escape
+Pimp slap your face
+On the hole is soul in the hole
+Roll now blow
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Zilla[Chorus: sample (U-God)]
+Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla)
+Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla)
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+I'm taking all of your divas, I'm eating all of your pizza
+Call me Daddy Gunsmoke, throwing long to receivers
+Remember fights at the Fever, straight shifting your features
+'Cause I'm sharp as a cleaver, spill blood in areas
+'Cause I'm rougher then Lazarus, harder then Caesar
+Bobber and weaver, straight flow, follow the leader
+Mix the coke with the ether, keep snow on the freezer
+Stomp gold on my Visa, it's an hour to geezer
+Pop holes in your tweeters, your ho want me to bang her
+I'm the one man army with tsunamis of swagger, bragger
+
+[Chorus: sample (U-God)]
+Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla)
+Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla)
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Ready and able, 'cause my blows are more fatal
+I'm the human tornado, pulling guns out the cradle
+It's a scene out Casino, scrape cream off the table
+Shape pants enabled, break dancing, gold cables
+Prada tags and labels, flood drugs with the draino
+Put holes in your braino, then I'm off to Barbados
+It's the black Clark Gable, jump out the sable and bang you
+Wide turns on the angle, sideburns with the banger
+Curtains you up for danger, hurting you with the chamber
+Circle you with the flamer, hurting you with the stinger, ringer
+[Chorus: sample (U-God)]
+Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla)
+Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla)
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+It's a whole 'nother level, yo, I'm hot as a kettle
+Yo, I handle my business, boy, I body the devil
+Yo, I'm diamond embezzled, plus I Hollywood shuffle
+And I'm so rebellious, 'cause I polly with Russell
+And I got hood muscle, when it's on, I say it's on
+I'm real, militant, a don, I'm Genghis Khan
+I got the bangles on, I muzzle the nozzle
+Cappa taught me The Pillage, I'm a RZA apostle
+At the tip of your tonsil, yeah, I'm gripping the magnum
+Pure physical fitness, when you Enter the Dragon
+Yeah, I'm awesome and handsome, the way I scribble my riddle
+Sounds'll rattle your limo, can't handle my dribble, bimbo
+
+[Chorus: sample (U-God)]
+Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla)
+Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla)
+Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide (Zilla, Zilla)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fire (DJ Green Lantern Remix)[Hook x2: Scotty Wotty]
+The God said to put the fire on it
+The God said to put the fire on it
+One match, we set the world on fire
+One match, we set the world on fire
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+It’s the art of war combat, every move is high tech
+Human Terminator nigga, plug me into SkyNet
+Red bone, hot head, burnt down my projects
+I turn sound into killing flying objects
+Blood off contracts, kill ‘em on contact
+Yeah, I got bread, dead? Nope, not yet
+Damn, you ain’t pop yet, haters wanna block that
+Snatch mics, hunchback, talk smack, I punch back
+Flew off the launchpad, right through your insides
+Great minds combine, try to study my enzymes
+Skating on the thin line, fighting for the airtime
+Push back your hairline, with shots of tequila lime
+Stay on my global grind, talk with a sober mind
+Putting in more overtime, till I reach a billion
+In the condominium, skinny tall Brazilian
+With so many tats, she looking reptilian
+
+[Hook x2: Scotty Wotty]
+The God said to put the fire on it
+The God said to put the fire on it
+One match, we set the world on fire
+One match, we set the world on fire
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+My hand hot, killer, curry in the pot, killer
+Look how these killers thinking they are and they not, killers
+I get the drop, killer, all the killings stop, killer
+My heavy hitters flex on everyone you got with ya
+This track’s not filler, talk with my hands, I’m tryna feel ya
+It might be the fact that we not familiar
+Or, not La Familia, a monkey with bars
+You not gorilla, Zilla, calling you Don, my pen has gotten iller
+Yeah, you know who we are, you know the slums
+Where the women keep the wook in they bra, that’s where I’m from
+Cops catch you with the rook in the car, this where you run
+You can die here, son, and the ambulance never come, ugh
+Ain’t no limit till I spit it, my Yankee fitted
+Shout out to critics that know I’m wicked for killing minute
+Shout out to rappers that ain’t committed, but think they get it
+Hold up, now wait a minute, let me put some hating in it
+
+[Hook x2: Scotty Wotty]
+The God said to put the fire on it
+The God said to put the fire on it
+One match, we set the world on fire
+One match, we set the world on fireEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stop (Carry On)[Intro: Ebony Burke]
+I know you think you struggling
+And everything looks bad
+Over the hug, you can't get
+And that just makes you mad
+Can't trust the man beside you
+And got no real true friends
+Keep waiting on the day
+When all your drama's gonna end
+
+[Chorus: Ebony Burke]
+Stop, look and listen
+Life, is a blessing
+Stop, all your stressing
+You'll, find what's missing
+Just carry on, just carry on, just carry on
+
+[U-God]
+Life's so short, but I'm suppose to do it
+Sit back, relax and enjoy the view
+Smell the fresh air, the morning dew
+Let the sunshine come beaming through
+Broken rules, beneath the crimes
+We all god's creatures, the streets is mine
+Forget your stress, release your mind
+Take all your worries, leave 'em all behind
+Now, peep my rhyme and you see my cause
+We all got problems, we all got flaws
+We all got heartaches, we all got sores
+Just make sure you take care of you and yours
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God]
+I got jewels for the mind, more fruit to eat
+You are exceptional, you are unique
+You are truly special, to be on earth
+You are really blessed, it can be more worse
+Now feel my hurt, hear my lions roar
+Reach for your dreams and try to soar
+Push through the door, the lord's thy sheppard
+Lean on the shoulders, when times is hectic
+People got problems, try to accept it
+No food to eat, baby need pampers
+People in the world need cures for cancer
+I got questions, I need answers
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God]
+This one right here, I compose this lyric
+For your self esteem, to up lift your spirit
+Take my kindness for weakness, and you try to smear it
+All you dumb, deaf and blinds, ain't trynna to hear it
+It's the jealousy, envy, lust and greed
+Care less for what ya want, or more of what you need
+And it's hard to believe and have faith in people
+When you stuck in the battle over good and evil
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: U-God]
+Yo, don't worry ya head, sweetheart
+Everything is gonna work out fine
+If it was meant for you to have it
+You'll have it, don't give up ya dreams, never
+Ever, ever, give up ya dreams, keep on pushingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Elegance[Intro]
+They say New York City
+Is like that y'all
+They say New York City
+Is like that y'all
+
+[Chorus: Nomadiq]
+Can we catch the L-train to an island
+I hop out that foreign
+It's yours baby you know it
+I said girl you know it
+Manhattan to Shaolin
+Draped down in diamonds
+Get love everywhere I walk, it's the way I talk
+And this jet only lands in New York
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+Pretty young bae, young skin, you know what mood I'm in
+Love is the message by the way you keep on texting
+I know you sensitive and ya taste is expensive
+Drinks out to work I'm on your guest list
+I introduced you to biz, he paid the best hits
+Two step in the club, put your request in
+Outstanding, can I take you home
+Before I let go, 6 minutes after the show
+You in the red zone, getting your wind blown
+My new joint be queued up on the headphones
+Strobe lights on my gemstones
+Jag's outside sitting on a pair of Bridgestones
+And the [?] somehow but seems lazy
+You live on polo ground, Fifty Fifth? Shit's crazy
+This is classic New York with a fork
+You eat it up 'till this shit is no more
+[Chorus: Nomadiq]
+Can we catch the L-train to an island
+I hop out that foreign
+It's yours baby you know it
+I said girl you know it
+Manhattan to Shaolin
+Draped down in diamonds
+Get love everywhere I walk, it's the way I talk
+And this jet only lands in New York
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Can I get a soul clap, what you know about that
+I'm master of the ceremony, hit me on the amp
+You only got calm when I pulled the Dom
+And your friends looking cute they can all come
+It's like dinner in the park, after dark
+Watching really deep talk, Star Wars
+Static on your dress game, your spark
+Then pull out a pen, write a bar or two
+Cabin on the greens, Central Park with a barbecue
+Horse drawn carriage, and I'm looking for the marriage
+Just a Staten Island nigga holding more than the average
+Delancey Street, three quarters to my feet and I never got beat
+And it was radio, suckers never play me
+Okay but that shit stay, still shakes the ladies
+It was classic New York with a fork to eat it up
+Can you give us some more?
+Can we catch the L-train to an island
+I hop out that foreign
+It's yours baby you know it
+I said girl you know it
+Manhattan to Shaolin
+Draped down in diamonds
+Get love everywhere I walk, it's the way I talk
+And this jet only lands in New York
+
+[Samples]
+And you say New York City
+Is like that y'all
+And you say New York City
+Is like that y'all
+Hold it down for New York cityEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Exordium[Verse]
+This is that tuxedo masterpiece, recorded
+In the Master Suites, been plotted since my last release
+Surrounded by the best, let's have a feast
+Pretty young bitches come dance for me
+See the future in my vision, a hustler's convention
+Turntables and that microphone, be the invention
+You can't monkey wrench 'em, police try to pinch 'em
+Made a grand entrance, this is nonfiction
+U-God and the streets and we all in hard bottoms
+Written in newspaper as folded in four columns
+The words are venom, get quoted by top models
+The type to swan dive in my personal grotto
+Foot on the throttle to the next frontier
+Won't stop rocking 'til the Milky Way's near
+Mingle, they the floor plans, it's time to get bands
+Gave this music is a twist, it's time to re-brand
+Increase my revenue with exceptional wordplay
+Written to perfection, you could swear it was Scorse'
+Sound provided by the incredible Jose
+A scientist's own mind, music is cold play
+Please take a seat and enjoy my presentation
+Came out of hibernation to present my new creation
+Hates the motivation amongst the competition
+Fangs out, salivating, blast you with venomEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Days of Glory[U-God]
+I want everything, from furry things, heavy rings
+In my backyard, that's where I bury kings
+I stay cling, dynasty Ming, no worry pains
+Buffalo wings, hot springs in the winter time
+Pull up a nice thing, looking like I won the Heisman
+Passion aside, sweet, call it my icing
+Alright then, we both freaks, first class seats
+And mountain peaks, as we Tour De France
+She kissed me on both cheeks, now I'm off to Greece
+Yeah, I'm off the streets, and my fam is better
+Rock sister hand by hats with the golden feather
+Living off a good time from the golden era, cuz
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+These, are, my days, of, glory
+Whatever it takes
+Don't live with regrets, I learned from mistakes, cuz
+These, are, my days, of, glory
+Work hard for the cheddar
+Sunny days ahead, it could only get better, cuz
+
+[U-God]
+Cuz I had it, lost it, had it again
+In my heart, yo, I had it to win
+When my money got short, my Spanish bitch, yo, she vanished again
+Now I got it again, I keep the theory is in
+Keep minimum friends, that means space in the Benz
+Self made movies, keep a face in the lens
+I'm gonna rewrite the end of Carlito's Way
+It's forever rap shows that the Beatles play
+These are glory days, these are sinister times
+Your hour glass ran out, now every minute is mine
+It's a hundred rap dash cross the finishing line
+Yo, I'm easy to get to, but I'm hard to find
+It's the Keynote Speaker, I'm one of a kind
+Presidential MC, I never resign
+Ya'll niggas is blind, cuz you need protection
+To the game I'm an artist, cuz I draw attention, cuz
+[Chorus]
+[U-God]
+This is now, now is then
+Picture me, nigga, following them, I don't follow the trend
+Going to the top, following men
+For the chores of life, then you swallow them in
+Don't wanna get caught with the iron again
+Don't wanna be stressed with a bottle of gin
+Change the odds of the pen, gon' mind my work
+Sit top the empire, watch fireworks, cuz
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Mine[Verse 1]
+At a young, young age, nothing was right
+The dirt that I did, I did at night
+I used to hustle for a ray of light
+Yo, I thought you was my A-Alike
+But your heart was cold made of ice, yup
+If I could count all the women and the money I spent
+And the fake muthafuckas, the money I lent
+Y'all niggas all gon' pay the price
+Y'all all gonna pay the price
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+I won't shed a tear, I will not cry
+I'm tired of hand me downs, and getting by
+Yo, I just can't get right, no
+I just can't get right, no
+When I'm gonna get mine, yo
+
+[Verse 2]
+Life's full of drama, secrets and lies
+If you get screwed in the end, don't be surprised
+Y'all all gonna pay the price
+'Cause y'all all gonna pay the price
+When I'm gonna get mine, oh
+When I'm gonna get mine, yo
+You keep asking me this, the questions is doubt
+You can't trust no one, that's what this lessons about
+Put the news through the wire, the message is out
+You pissing me off, stressing me out, but
+[Chorus: U-God]
+I won't shed a tear, I will not cry
+I'm tired of hand me downs, and getting by
+Yo, I just can't get right, no
+I just can't get right, no
+When I'm gonna get mine, yo
+When I'm gonna get mines...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Supa Freak (Wildstyle)[Intro: Leatha Face]
+Get 'em...
+Supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freak
+Freak, freak, freak, freak
+
+[Leatha Face]
+So you wanna be the man with the gun in your hand
+The Son of Sam, expand shells, invades where you dwell
+The smell of rigger mortis, corpses, enforces
+That they become victim to homicide resources
+Minor league bosses, petty cash crimies
+Snatch your dime piece, leak where my mind speaks
+Short circuit the mini time piece, pretty nine squeak
+The echo travels the city night streets
+
+[U-God]
+Yeah, hit-hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets
+Rhyme-rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime
+Stop-stop doin' crime, first one to pop the nine
+Rave that I throw the shine, up your back then your spine
+Bad-bad, super bad, always first, never last
+Swift-swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron fast
+Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas
+Set fire to the ash, smoked in his liver, grass
+
+[Chorus 2X: Leatha Face]
+Dirty, grimey, low down, shiesty
+Freaky, feisty, hood rat from the hood
+(Supa freak, freak, freak, freak, freak
+Freak, freak, freak, freak)
+[Leatha Face]
+Snap screen shots of the wild life chronicles
+Head spin similar to theme park roller coasters
+The solo holster straps, laser beam Glocks
+Steamin' hot, blow your snot box, the hottest psyche particles
+Barbecue, flame boiled crooks, soap by the hooks
+Splash brain from the wild frame notebooks
+Son, you so shook, I murder your gimmick
+Take you to the climb, back to drop, vertical limit
+
+[U-God]
+Yeah, ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin'
+M.C. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed
+Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap
+Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, now I tap
+Second round, second left, in your town, check it, check
+Cock the beretta back, where my money at?
+Smack off your funny hat, always come in super jive
+Lamp in the honey hive, man on the ziggy side
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Leatha Face]
+Pop headphones, glide over metro domes, ride, enter the zone
+Open wide, head blown, hell fire, lead bone
+Self fly spread, chrome you're live by a man's dome
+Divine burns your skin tone, high with the trench stone
+Blood money leakin' out my pockets, complex, unidentified flyin' objects
+Comin' at you with 3D, scratch it with CD's
+That take a sharp head bangers, state of the art
+[U-God]
+Yo, dip to the dot, dot to the dip
+Make the fly girls wanna turn your hips
+Raps on the juggle, double up quick
+Bullets rip, I burn the whole clip
+Cause the long eyelids point to your lips
+To the walls I stick, with my Spiderman grip
+Fully action pump grip, jump swift
+Blow you the bitch, shorty, use and you miss
+
+[Chorus 4X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Room Keeps Spinning[Verse 1]
+At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn
+Cheeba in my pipe, watch the burn
+Thinking bout my girl, she’s my sweetheart
+Today she’s acting like a functioning retard
+She took my car, brung it back in three parts
+Late night call, to come to the ER
+Friday night, she out with her friends
+Her and them bitches done crashed the Benz
+Man, I told the bitch about an SAI
+Stupid And Intoxicated, while she high
+I been told her, not to drink and drive
+Now the judge slammed the hammer and she might do time
+
+[Hook]
+Yo, she’s all about the party (Friday night)
+Yo, she’s all about the party (Friday night)
+All she wanna do is party (Gettin’ high)
+All she wanna do is party (Gettin’ high)
+But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+[Verse 2]
+I took a purple rock candy, at the dub step festival
+Yo, I’m signing autographs, started feeling like a vegetable
+Here come the sexual, sensual, sorta intellectual
+Touching on my testicle, the music up a decibel
+At night, she’s a freak, by day, she’s a principal
+I’m sipping on Ciroc, I’m feeling type invincible
+We sitting in the trailer, her head game exceptional
+Up and down on the pipe, her porn star professional
+Hold up, is this real? Everything is questionable
+Let’s take it down a notch, smoke this medicinal
+
+[Hook]
+Now it’s all about the party (Living life)
+Now it’s all about the party (Living life)
+All I wanna do is party (Gettin’ high)
+All I wanna do is party (Gettin’ high)
+But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+[Verse 3]
+Got a letter from L.A., it was from my ex
+Said she had my baby, ain’t seen her yet
+Five years done passed, I’m a daddy
+I remember that ass, whoo, she had a fatty
+A video vixen, act kinda grown
+She said she can raise it, all on her own
+She said see me money and leave me alone
+Stress is a killer, then she hung up the phone
+Fucking bitch…
+
+[Hook]
+Now the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Climate[Intro: Barack Obama]
+So climate change can no longer be denied
+Years from now, I want to be able to look our children and grandchildren in the eye and tell them that we did everything we could to protect it
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+Hip-hop is dangerous, should be respected and cherished
+Keep it tucked in your pocket for the next to inherit
+Sacrifice what I write, Like Martin on the terrace
+Dreams have been built, and many of us perished
+No pun intended it's a rough path to heaven
+So I studied all my lessons, earned a button with a seven
+I be a father figure Mr. ?
+We ain't go nowhere, we the same legends
+The climate of hip-hop since done changed
+But the art and the bars will still remain
+Feel the wrath of the caine as it travel through your veins
+Champagne salute to those who entered the game
+
+[Hook: U-God, (MC Shan)]
+We call it
+(Hip-hop was set out in the dark)
+X2
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+We need that gangsta music, don't let them filter the spirit
+Tell your favorite hot stations in the hood I wanna feel it
+The fans support, you bring your brother to tears
+Rap glaciers of ice that didn't melt for years
+Hip-hop is the monster, Evolution's construct
+It seemed compelling to say New York really lost it
+So we sat at the table with the top heads and bosses
+To save the def jams when the buzzards got exhausted
+Bout to drench these niggas, don't let me open up the faucet
+Pass the torch, get on my grind and I endorse it
+Back from the state pen, cooking with my apron
+Cash in the jackpot, introduce the eldest statesmen
+[Verse 3: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]
+Cash wanna deal, wanna peel back a vocalist
+I never slip slide when I ride and I open it
+Triple XL on a deal, I'm a poker chip
+Thought process, got def for a scholarship
+Squeezin' burners, shotgun permits
+I buy hood shit, I never cop German
+I used to run through life like a blind man
+But now I walk like I'm stepping on quicksand
+Bully niggas get fully loaded with lead
+Jackpot Scot Wot, I'm two steps ahead
+Anticipate, don't wait, don't let the bubble drop
+Imma lick more shots than a rookie cop
+
+[Hook: U-God, (MC Shan)]
+We call it
+(Hip-hop was set out in the dark)
+X2
+
+(Hip-hop was set out in the dark)
+[Outro: Barack Obama]
+Years from now, I want to be able to look our children and grandchildren in the eye and tell them that we did everything we could to protect itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Felon[Intro: (Sample),  U-God]
+(It is my job to protect society from a person like this. There's two kinds of criminals, one we're mad at, and one we're afraid of. We gotta do the best we can with the criminals we're mad at but the ones we're afraid of, we gotta put them in prison)
+Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to Mr. 92A3131
+From Bare Hill Correctional Facility, and I'm a
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+Pretty good felon with two counts on
+One hand gun smoking on trees with three ounces
+Caught in my possession
+Been a bit aggressive, since my adolescence, expelled from pre-school
+I'm on a mission, cause hard heads never learn a lesson
+With two fire arms headed back to corrections
+I'm in a jam, need that one call to fam
+And I'm grinding my teeth as the cell door slams
+Come over at seven now meet the new man
+Touchdown on the streets with a modified plan
+And I only been home for four weeks
+Connected with the block again
+Now i'm knocked again, damn
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+I'm a felon, walking these streets
+I can't breathe, in the eyes of the law and the D's
+I'm a felon, walking these streets
+I can't breathe
+I'm a felon
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Up in the cubicle surrounded by criminals
+Perpetuate bullshit, remind me of the juveniles
+Boxed in, counting to the 23rd hour
+With 7 musty niggas in line for the shower
+Feel my frustration?
+I'm in a fucked up situation
+From blowing up trees on probation
+And my record just dropped
+You can hear it on the E block, on regular rotation
+Use imagination
+Turn the clock back, should of never moved packs
+Shoulda never trust my ex, she talks on the jack
+Who's in kahoots with black who stabs me in the back
+For a little .22 and a handful of crack
+On a quest for Rolls Royces you can make the wrong choices
+Second strike, front of judge, don't be voiceless
+Sentence you to halfway house, halfway out
+Looking for a job and a nice shirt
+Constantly reminded
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+I'm a felon, walking these streets
+I can't breathe, in the eyes of the law and the D's
+I'm a felon, walking these streets
+I can't breathe
+I'm a felon x5EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+New Classic[Intro: Large Professor sample (U-God)]
+Classic, classic, classic, classic (yo)
+Classic, classic, classic (yo, yo)
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+I got book rhymes, crook lines, built like tankers
+Look Ma they took mines hook line and sinker
+Big time thinker nailed in a pine box
+Watching like a hawk kid, seats in the sky box
+Cut you with a dry ox, slapped with a bank roll
+Stank hoes on salary loving my lingo
+Get money, make moves, burn more calorie
+Bruise your anatomy, my atom is hard
+Slam you on the granite dammit, rap bandits at large
+Pin metals on my chest, stir up the hornet's nest
+Burn holes in your neck, control your flesh
+Fat back wheels, crack kills children
+Every time the mack spits in the back of the building
+Splash with a feeling, you need a healing
+Hot shots of sake, son, you can't stop me
+You can't drop me son or cock block me
+I'm powder puff so ruff, slot time, Dough rush
+Hit my enemies in your guts, cold crush
+Rib cage blow up, everything's hurricane
+Red beams tear your frame, my dick game's never lame
+Slang right, daylight, hot grease and egg whites
+Hog mics all night, fisticuff dog fights
+With Dillinger's, motorized mouth out the cylinder
+War tone, guerrilla hormone, vast in the omniance
+Dance with the Ramadan, throw y'all armor on
+Gift wrap your karma strong, shots out in Lebanon
+LeBron James, Golden Arms, Large Professor
+Niggas cocaine niggas
+[Outro: Large Professor sample]
+Classic, classic, classic, classic
+Classic, classic, classic, classic
+Classic, classic, classicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Heart of Stone[Chorus: U-God]
+I got a heart of stone, flesh and bone
+Red skin tone, rap syndrome
+
+[U-God]
+I'm that street sweeper, dope beat finder
+Forty four piece, keep on pushing with a meat grinder
+Heat mizer, to all you competitors
+You regular, regular, I'm ten steps ahead of ya
+Return of the predator, let me demonstrate
+Make niggas spill blood like women menunstrate
+And I'm, fresh out the gate, guess who trunkin' through
+If he fight to the death, I'mma buckle you
+Yea, I'm all stressed out, I'm not confortable
+I don't play by your rules, I stick and move
+Everyday that you do, catches up to you
+I want my cake and eat it too, stop the game
+Leave bruises on your neck, when I pop your chain
+Yeah, the hunger/pain, make me an awesome thug
+I'm my own verdict, fuck the jury, the judge
+Yeah, hear me loud, I bring fury to clubs
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God]
+I rap gritty, cuz the city's infested
+I got the city trapped, trapped in my deathgrip
+When the tech spit, we bang out excedrin
+Yeah, you wet kid, the aftershock's around ya
+Can't wait to let off, the eighteen pounder
+The bulldog growler, potato on the end
+I don't turn belly up, or jelly on a friend
+They held me in the pens, twenty three hour options
+Locked in, now I'm in the top ten
+I'll never bend, heads give up
+When I, see ready for, dead in the dust
+I throw up the crust, then I shatter they mask
+It's a must, it's a must, that I shoot fast, come on!
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God]
+The streets is like Satan, I'm from the Hill
+Cuz people keep hating, cuz I score at will
+Don't fuck with new niggas, I figured they wired
+I set 'em on fire, like the name was Pryor
+I'm a livewire brother, that's something superb
+Want a glass room mansion, up in New Jers'
+Puff a dutch and an herb, stay in touch with ya bird
+In an all black Phantom, crushing the curbs
+Spill my guts on my word, cuz my measure is lethal
+From the Oooh Building, my Resident Evil
+Throw consecutive free throws, I'm poppin' the Don
+Better, clear the way, another blow from the Arm
+And don't be alarmed, when I'm scrappin' this CREAM
+With knicks the size of ice cubes, taking your fiends
+And I popped out the rifle and M-16
+You see me on the screen with the Charlie's Angels
+All in the closet, keep nothing but Kangols
+Catch him in Bahamas eating all the mango's
+Call in for drama, bring on the pay load
+
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Rims Pokin’ Out[Intro: U-God]
+Good God, ugh!
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+I got air suspension, hydraulics, in the cockpit
+Thumpin' heavy watters, my stereo's bionic
+Soul sonic force, wood grain, dual exhaust pipes
+Fuel is lost, when thrown in overdrive
+A hundred horsepowers and the hood motorized
+The super charger take you on a roller coaster ride
+Don't worry if you slide, I got four wheel drive
+When I glide down Interstate 95
+Heard additional miles heading for the high
+With my halogen lights, with my buggy eye
+Bring truck, serious guy rims, supersized
+When I pull up to your side that's, when you realize
+That I'm live on your set, pedestrians sweat
+'Cause they catch whiplash when they turn they neck
+With a multi disc changer, plus cassette
+This is for them low riders that burn the strip
+
+[Hook: Leathafase (U-God)]
+Driving down the strip, I'm smoking out
+Roof ripped, deep dish, rims pokin' out
+(Ride higher, good God)
+Never ever ever ever gonna stop
+As the chrome blades chop and I'm rollin' out
+(Ride higher, good God)
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+I got burners in the stashbox, Gucci ragtop
+It's a brand new boy, toy, not a Matchbox
+Jealous hoes try to key it up, with scratch marks
+That's the price you pay, when you park after dark
+Narc's try to search her, 'cause she wax the Impala
+Road kill on my crash bar, just demolished
+It takes hard earned dollars, to keep us served
+TV's in the head rest, serve your purpose
+My Xbox control, by the steering wheel color
+Fancy fur rug match with the W's on 'em
+Peel out in the large OVM Pirelli
+Drive on the sour, make ya spine turn jelly
+Blueberry in my hand, blow out the sunroof
+Dodging potholes, trying to not dent the Coupe
+Air vent cool me off, when you hot pursuit
+Them little press on hubcaps are not the truth
+
+[Hook: Leathafase (U-God)]
+Driving down the strip, I'm smoking out
+Roof ripped, deep dish, rims pokin' out
+(Ride higher, good God)
+Never ever ever ever gonna stop
+As the chrome blades chop and I'm rollin' out
+(Ride higher, good God)
+[Hook x2: U-God]
+If you love fast cars, come ride with me
+Come roll with me, come ride with me
+If you love big trucks, come roll with me
+Come ride with me, come roll with me
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+Now what can you tell me, if my Fendi glasses
+Throw up my nose, at the low E classes
+No smoke in my backseat, I don't need ashes
+Behold the masses, scoping me out
+Now driving down the strip, I'm smoking out
+Not a Blood or a Crip, but I'm loc'ing out
+With fast cars on the fast lane, on a fast route
+Interior flushed out, you know what I'm about
+
+[Hook x2: U-God]
+If you love fast cars, come ride with me
+Come roll with me, come ride with me
+If you love big trucks, come roll with me
+Come ride with me, come roll with me
+
+[Outro: Leathafase]
+Driving down the strip...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s a Wrap[Intro: Leathafase]
+Roll up, (pop them motherfuckers)
+(It's a wrap), yeah, (it's a wrap)
+Short story, (actual actual)
+For y'all faggots, (homo niggas)
+Get in line, (stand up)
+Throw your hands up (fire in your ear)
+Yeah, knowhatimsayin, (true indeed)
+God, you the first, (sing it baby), spit!
+
+[U-God] (Leathafase)
+The hot fly shit, do or die forces
+Motion detectors, alarmed in the fortress
+(More of this, blow the door frame off the henges
+Columbian drug lord) Part time business
+Ties with the civic, build a house out in Venice
+Six A.M., will have the heart to playin' tennis
+(His name was with jealous, they finance the figures
+Attended your figure) Close the book on the sinners
+
+[Chorus: U-God (Leathafase)]
+When the hammer snap, heat claps (it's a wrap)
+Niggas want the streets back (it's a wrap)
+Son, we off the meat rack (it's a wrap)
+Slick slang, speak that (it's a wrap)
+[Leathafase] (U-God)]
+When the smoke clears, the hell fire flares
+Twenty gorilla killas, runnin' down spiral stairs
+To the bible I sware to complete the contract
+(Slugs in slow motion, pierce and contact
+Fierce in combat, killin' flow level
+Runnin' up your threshold) Gunnin' down rebels
+Plottin' down revenue, a score to settle
+Post it up by the door with the gorgeous metal
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God] (Leathafase) {both}
+Now you're paranoid, sniffin' the yae (clippin' the SK)
+Clip a cigar hash (in a marble ashtray)
+Grip these chains and kiss the cross on his necklace
+Pop the rocket launcher, blew a new engine
+(If it's all respected, how we deaded the suplier
+He's wired up, bullets don't phase, and we fired up)
+Return fire, blew over toothpaste, scalped 'em
+Off the balcony {he face down in the fountain}
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Leathafase] (U-God) {both}
+With his last breath, this die hard villain
+(Let off a hundred shots, took a chunk out the ceiling)
+Revealing the coke stash, with snow in the mansion
+(Reflections of the fire base, glowed on his hand gun)
+Shots flyin' random, let the lead spray
+(Sun, he shot me) But I aimed for his head
+(Flame off lead, point the sword into his ribs)
+Spoke his final words (He held a picture of his kids)
+In the mixture of the biz (the shotgun impact)
+{Blew his brains back, then cancel the contract}
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God] (Leathafase)
+Fool, you can't beat that (it's wrap)
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Leathafase]
+Motherfucker, it's a wrapEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Get Down[Hook: U-God (MC Eiht)]
+I'm a bonified g, g, g, g, g, g (Chea, chea, chea, chea)
+I'm a bonified g, g, g, g, g (Chea, chea, chea, chea, come on)
+I'm a bonified g, g, g, g (Where ya at? East coast, west coast)
+Vicious, vicious, viciously (come on!)
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Get down, get down, brah', I'm in your town, brah'
+That's how we do it, I'm a stone cold rider
+And now, I bust a round off, I'm a survivor
+This is how we do it, for you snake ass conivers around
+
+[Boo Kapone]
+For you conivers, bust a round
+Look around, lay ass down with the fo' pound
+Shady spots for eighty blocks
+I keep a bitch eyes closed like Jamie Foxx
+Off the chain, niggas saw I'm off the chain
+Nigga, stay in ya lane, so I'm off your face
+It don't stop, I'm on the block
+Lickin' shots, with the twelve gauge
+Hit a nigga up, have you rapping for the front page
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Squeak Ru]
+When them 24's park, them big dogs bark
+You don't wanna get down when them big dogs start
+Moving through the crowd, making Glocks get loud
+Lettin' suckers know we'll take yo town
+Flip a little ass, stack a little cash
+Quick on the smash, I'm always on the smash
+What these niggas gon' do with the Wu and the Ru
+Them Timbs and them chucks, gon' put it on them dudes
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God]
+I'm down for the get down, earnin' my stripes
+Hillside, real guys, burn burners for life
+Put slugs through yo vest, or blood on my knife
+Yo I'm up in here, where it at? Throw the dice
+The chrome device, still layin' on my hip
+Lettin' my nuts swing, we bang for the strip
+I'm up in this bitch, I bounce around the west coast
+Hollerin' at hoes, lookin' for the best smoke
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[MC Eiht]
+I'm a gangsta-gangsta brah', straight up menace
+And I don't stop shootin' til the clip is finished
+Ya'll ain't heard about me, still a boy in the hood
+AK in the trunk, brah', it's all good
+One time try to gaffle, the work, no hassle
+C.P.T., kingpin of the castle
+It's Compton, you see the bulge in the waist
+T-shirt go up, y'all about face, chea
+
+[Chorus]
+[Hook w/o MC Eiht]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Bump[Chorus: U-God]
+She get down right crunk, ahh
+She love an east coast thug, right
+She got a down south bump, ahh
+She looking nice iced up, now
+
+[U-God]
+All that I know is I rock and roll
+Do you tell, I got hellafied breathe control
+Let it go, get bowl, strip clothes
+Slip slow, down to the poles
+Dip low, get dough, let put these dollars between yo legs
+Bounce off the walls, careful on my balls, cuz they fragile as eggs
+Got rhymes for days, heatwaves, that's what you want
+I'm that Kid with the Golden Arms, In the all black Saint Laronz
+He bowls, he flaws on these broads, miss, put on yo lip gloss
+So much junk in yo trunk, a monster dump, keep breaking my stick on
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+Bump-bump, yo body-body, bump yo body-body
+Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body
+Bump yo body-body, bump yo body-body
+Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body
+[U-God]
+She's a cold dirty dirty, a cold dirty dirty
+She gets right down to it, owww, she's a flirty
+She's a fly young lady, down talk to strangers
+She lives in Atlanta, rock platinum danglers
+She's so outrageous, she's such a freak
+She throw that game, better bow to her feet
+She shake that ass, you want that sex
+She so independent and she wants her respect
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Hook]
+
+[U-God]
+I know what type of girls I like
+Big bump on the motor bike
+Better tell her, I'm going fast
+Better tell her, hold on tight
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Gang of Gangstas[Hook: Black Ice]
+The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas
+A gang of gangstas.. what up
+I might bang this steel, we a gang of gangstas
+A gang of gangstas.. up
+The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas
+A gang of gangstas.. what up
+I might bang this steel, I might bang this steel
+We a gang of gangstas.. what up
+
+[Black Ice]
+I ain't really talkin' to niggas, I don't know
+And I ain't gotta floss to licked by your ho
+I place slow in the precint, fightin' off the chokehold indecent
+Try'nna give me the talk, but I won't fold this g, shit
+Parental discretion advised, advice for my advisaries
+Get a weapon and ride, Ice comin' soon
+With a hundred goons who all love to shoot shots
+Put a tunnel through your coupe, slump your baby mother too
+All's fear and warfare, that got my team in the crosshairs
+The gleem left them blind, it seems they all scared
+Want to get money but your heart ain't there
+Your mind ain't writin', the drugs got you lost in fear
+Luv Allah, you in this for the broads, or you wanna ball
+M.O.E., I've seen money seperate dogs
+Cut your life short with the four four long, real talk
+Lose this game, you die, hid confined behind them steel bars
+[Desert Eagle]
+I'm an animal damn it, slash bandit, slash cannibal
+Grand it like Hannibal, slash Marilyn Manson
+Tattoo's, duck tape, snatch dudes for ransom
+Hundred bricks' of jewels, let me choose a mansion
+Kill crews, bullet shoes are stampin'
+Straight dogs are dampin', the spirit of you so called champions
+My pen is a pillage in Hamptons, wherever you camped in
+Ya'll all tied up, you and your damn friends
+You better get 'em pies up, homey's kill kids
+And everything around you, so you can feel it
+Don't take it lightly, this is some real shit
+That Hill shit, duck when I spill clips, your real bitch
+You not real right, you're ready rock, a real prick
+And ya'll don't know how it feel, when them things hit
+You will never know how it feel, when them things hit
+You won't even hear it comin, cuz it sounds like spit
+*spit* *spit* It sound like spit
+Now what sound like this, but a pound in my hit
+Silencer on the battle, plus I rubber the grip
+On the barrel, plus I rubber the grip
+
+[INF-Black]
+I lay it thick to bitches, like big dicks picture this
+You battlin' me for chips, throwin' your best lines
+Passin' to me spit, I'm throwin' my worst lines
+And still empty the clip, take over your whole ship
+Your soldiers are bullshit, talkin' you got a gun
+But son, you ain't usin' it, play dumb
+You slung by the force of the bullets
+For sure I'm gonna pull it, sixteens in your unit
+The flagolent never prove it
+I'm a beast to this music, and increase in the streets
+Cop heat to abuse it, I'm toyin' wit ya'll
+Young boys with no choice but to follow the rest
+I swallow your best, technique and tactic
+Couldn't last one round, be careful it's the draft picks
+Niggas get gun downed, get married to they caskets
+It's easy to see, when I sing, ya'll back it
+Make me have the plate, talk slick, get ya ass kicked (what up)
+[Hook]
+
+[Frank Banger]
+Although I told the son, shine in the darkness, fuckin' with a cat that's heartless
+Barely cuz my gun jam, or cuz I use a Glock with one or two revolvers
+Twenty two in the ankle, or the Glock, nine in the hostler
+In the street, 57 rips the meat right off your shoulder
+When I do it, just look at my eyes they're ain't no fear
+A minute ago you was holdin', now it's rather this
+Fuck runnin' up in it, with the pockets off the denim
+Take the cash out the shines, then I'm splittin'
+Niggas say I'm chippin', but I'mma trynna make a livin'
+Picture me livin' in the streets, I'd rather go to prison
+Three hot, send the cop, fuck that
+It's 16 hot in his Glock, ski mask, black gloves, hit a number spot
+I hit the lotto without usin' the ticket
+Ask me how stupid muthafucka, just spit
+Cuz I'm livin' the street life..
+
+[U-God]
+I'm slick with my notes, move quick on my cults
+Talk slick money grip? I'm slittin' your throat
+Cop a house on the boat, twenty pounds of coke
+Catch him at the Puerto Rican parade on the top of the float
+Curry don't need alligator shoes or a furry coats
+Play me close, I gave him a dose
+Shot him up with volts, body go up in the smoke
+The mic pope is back, I throw him in the yoke
+Head crack, go for broke, nigga, murder he wrote
+I took her to the crib, we fucked like old folks
+Death stroke, hand on my balls, got you in a scope
+I punch you so hard, got you stuck between the ropes
+Thunderbolts under the blow, shake the ass, vocals show
+We comin' for war, it's your hope, when my
+Tech will blow, it effects your hearin'
+When the game need penicilen, inject the serum
+It's the livest borough in the headphone portable
+The last mentioned niggas in the hip hop quotable
+[Letha Face]
+My brain cells are excersized, dismember your body
+Leave you hard to recognize, check the size of the shotty
+Eyes foggy from purple haze blunts, surgicul blade graze chumps
+I open flesh, leave no razor bumps
+And made this jump up to the sound of frantic gun fire
+Sware, don't stare, or get aired like spare tires
+Now you wear wires you government informant
+I sign your death warrant, your expired without life insurance
+I'm equipment with a high performance engine
+The heater stays hot, so now my palms are sinked into the Glock
+My attention's worth to stop your heart from beating
+Sink your teeth into the bullet for beefin', now you're permament sleeping
+Pleadin' after I'm Charman squeezin', the desert e'zin
+You'll be restin' in pieces, that's the opposite of breathin'
+Receiving head trauma from an infrared llama
+Son I'm half Dave Berkowitz and half Jeff Dahmer
+
+[Ja-Mal]
+Come on... rap on hold, I'm try'nna get movie cream
+So my rims'll be bigger than movie screens
+Ask if I make you cock-eyed, and my flow is lethal
+Grow on sight, swallowin' peroxide
+Dudes try to kill the sire, due that
+Get put on the floor like wheels in tires
+Look, put the pedal to the metal, don't stop
+I'm like a tea kettle, little daddy, I'm hot
+Straight blazin', amazin', Ja-Mal, amazin'
+Blazin', you sort of get the idea
+Beef, finish it, can't afford to start it
+Get your face stepped on like floors and carpets
+P. Diddy who did he when the son don't shine
+Gun shots is plenty, clips is all empty
+Minds filled with envy, love assassin me
+That's why they call me Lord, your title is type iffy
+Put this over your fit, I'm ready for violence
+Grab a gun, a knife or a home appliance, Ja-Mal!
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Legacy[Intro]
+T-minus 10, 9, 8
+We have a go for main engine start
+5, 4, 3, 2, 1
+
+[Verse 1]
+I got the block warm, tear it apart for 'em
+Time to lock horns, knowledge my art form
+Warriors spirit be the best by far
+Still smash guitars like some pill poppin' rock stars
+Killer machine, killer regime
+Glimmer on your game screen, underground to the mainstream
+Be it a classical antique, three-sixty circle
+Switch on these niggas like it's a dress rehearsal
+Live in the fire, keep the gig crispy
+Feed the friction, don't try to fix me
+One man down, calling the substitution
+Second Chess move, that be the revolution
+I want it right now, tearing the house down
+High self-esteem, I'm showin' out now
+Smokin' my ounce now, missin' my bread
+Job on my head, high bread, two points on the spread
+Embrace the come up, the funky drumma'
+Til' the casket drop, last shot beat the buzzer
+Remy guzzler, street peddler, head hunter, underground street thriller beneath the bunker
+Fish like cement gettin' my chips off
+Chippin' my bricks off, NFL kick-off
+Iconic symbol, that be that global force
+My grand gesture surrounded by my train of thought
+Translucent lamps, top of weed stalks
+Licking my own wounds, I don't need salt
+I speak outlandish, a thousand volts when I talk
+I knew Spanish, a hardball on the court
+Hands on the pot, a heavy portion
+Mix crack with the rap, product scorchin'
+Check out my melody, hardcore density
+A beasting pregnancy, the swarm start the legacy
+[Chorus]
+Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy
+Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy
+Words massage your ears
+After I'm gone, these words be my legacy
+Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy
+Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy
+Words massage your ears
+After I'm gone these words be the legacy
+
+[Verse 2]
+After twenty-two long, hard years I'm still writin'
+After I'm gone, they still be recitin'
+Birth of the boss starts with the indictment
+"Get in that cell, nigga," starts the rhymin'
+Booked my first studio session on consignment
+Test my pen against the beat for alignment
+Push through the Winter Warz, there with refinement
+One stroke on the paper killed all you green giants
+Long after I'm gone the song lives on
+Words get recited through the mouth of my first born
+The powers on without the plug, still strong
+Microphone king kong write for eight hours long
+Local niggas won't be bigga than B.I.G
+I speak lines stay jig in your ribs with a quick jib
+Sore losers always tendering it
+Nervous nigs always smoke packs of cigs
+Action packs that big
+[Chorus]
+Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy
+Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy
+Words massage your ears
+After I'm gone, these words be my legacy
+Rhymes for a hundred years, this is my legacy
+Pen and pad, sweat and tears, what a legacy
+Words massage your ears
+After I'm gone these words be the legacyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Heavyweight[Verse 1]
+Man I'm a giant, call em entertainer
+Biggest in the game, money generator
+Rugged style innovator, smash all boundaries
+I'm in your head, base line keep pounding me
+Keep astounding me, capture the moment
+I'm your most dangerous opponent
+The good shit, yeah, yeah, I'm on it
+Stinging up your city like the shaolin hornets
+I just been promoted, got my stars and stripes
+My heavy duty badges are my scars of life
+My anger hit the pen, you know my bars get tight
+Fly cars, I want my name In stars and lights
+This heavyweight life with the dose of thrills
+We pulling in the houses in the Hollywood hills
+The God got skills, educated listener
+Rap call the W, the MC conditioner
+Rap fans listen up, we switchin up and resignate
+One man army, your hands in your mental state
+Enemies disintegrate, worldwide I captivate
+Ieft for a minute, came back like a heavyweight
+
+[Hook]
+Got plenty big things under my belt [2x]
+Cuz you fucking with a heavyweight
+Fuck fucking with a heavyweight, heavyweight
+Fuck fucking with a heavyweight
+Fucking with a heavyweight
+[Verse 2]
+I grew up hard, my cards is dealt
+Got plenty big things under my belt
+Went from the block where the grams would melt
+Stopped thru many land, my clan was felt
+The grams is hell, and life is good
+Went from a strip to a righteous dude
+Went from a strip to ringside seats
+Egyptians cotton, kings size sheets
+Kissed Janet on the cheeks, party with Puff
+Roll the tour bus to the finest cities
+Rock the whole Europe, touch the finest titties
+Collections of fifties, gritties and weed jars
+Movie stars and the finer days
+Left Eye, Aaliyah and Isaac Hayes
+Back in the days, nothing to play with
+Wu-Tang Clan, we stayed on your playlist
+Shouts to the DJs that made us famous
+Written in the books with the hall of famers
+Written in stone, next to all the singers
+Thanks to the fans, the love you gave us
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+WisdomMy first born son, I call you my number one son
+You came a long way and for a long time you were doing your music
+It wasn't easy for you, you dodged hard drugs, real bullets and paper (?) bullets
+You even dodged being a statistic on these ..... (?)
+But you stayed the course
+You planted your seed and I watched them grow
+I remember when you first started out
+You told me about your plans, about your music, and what you and your friends were doing
+I didn't believe you, I didn't encourage you, or discourage you
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+On a quest for the relish to feed the people I cherish
+The good and bad I inherit
+Eatin' healthy, keep the brain cells nourished to flourish
+Take it all, work hard 'til the day that I perish
+I wish I could go back in time and find my first book of rhymes
+And publish it 'cause death is a crime
+And that page that I ripped out back in '89
+Written in red ink, damn, what a line
+It's not easy gettin' kicked out the booth after fifteen tries then I came with the truth
+This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
+Olympic torch flamin', ten-million sold
+Not bad for a chippa who just came home to make moms proud
+The initial goal
+I'm on now, time to conquer the globe
+[Hook: U-God]
+Look mom I'm on top of the world
+Look mom I'm on top of the world
+Look mom I'm on top of the world
+Look mom I'm on top of the world
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+And to all my park killers slash villains
+My cohorts, and caharts in front the ooh buildin' (Moms they shootin')
+Grab all your children to the .... (?) staircase, Wu stickers on the ceilin'
+Late night helping baby girl with her homework
+Sittin' on kitty chairs, magic marker just won't work
+Baby Mom's face fightin' on the couch in some pink shorts
+The sacrifice of bein' on top of this rap sport
+Kiss her on the cheek, tell her I love her
+The fortune and the fame I bring home in the fourth-quarter
+Tears shed in the back of the tour bus
+Started with nine niggas and the DJ and just us
+You see the .... (?) is high-tailin' through Tokyo
+What a wild rodeo, I built my portfolio
+Dante's got a new car thinkin' he's cool
+Meet the first of the Hawkins to graduate film school
+Fresh blue and whites on his way to the Air Force
+Maleek's grown up and he knows I be there for him
+Consolidate my time between my life and my rhymes
+Baby girl's gonna grow up right before my eyes
+God bless my child, time flies with a smile
+Gotta cherish the moment 'til i walk her down the aisle
+[Hook: U-God]
+Look mom I'm on top of the world
+Look mom I'm on top of the world
+Look mom I'm on top of the world
+Look mom I'm on top of the worldEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tranzform[Hook]
+Have you seen your friends turn to snakes
+Then transform into rats
+While running through the jungle
+I can tell you all 'bout that
+
+[Verse 1]
+Let's get this straight, I'm way above all this hate
+I'm in my lane, I'm circling with no brakes
+And no blinkers, my team still runnin' gunnin'
+Still hungry, you think that you could sink us thinkers?
+Windex clean, no way I'm gonna see the clinker
+And if I'm dirty, you think that you could link us think of
+Another format, informant, I'm not your doormat
+I hear clicking on my phone jack, no callbacks
+The phones that, matter fact yo I know it's tape
+Matter fact, didn't you just catch a case?
+You in my face, acting like you high as fuck
+Gucci belt showin' out man you wired up
+This tide is up, the God gotta live this out
+I'm in the rut but my gut's never giving out
+I'm in the moment, staring at the hearing now
+Can't tear me down, I'm living like a righteous child
+I had these thoughts, knew I had to write them down
+No sun rays, I live this shit underground
+The devil's back, he's mad at my lifestyle
+[Hook] X2
+
+[Verse 2]
+Handle my hardware, always had to earn my keep
+Money and friendship, always had to turn the beef
+Behind my back, you should of had your words with me
+But talk is cheap, acting like you own the streets
+You want beef, well all I'm doing is tryna eat
+But we was mans, plans, million dollar scams
+Now June 24th you're lying on a fucking stand
+The judge slam the hammer, in grand jury glamour
+Now it's club fed vacation in the Alabama
+I ask myself, should I put down the hammer
+These blood sucking vampires always coming at'cha
+Leeches on my back, bottom feeders body snatchers
+Savages, in pursuit of happiness
+My wife want half of this, oh she's tryna jam me up
+You won't get half of this, sorry then no tummy tuck
+I ask myself, for the fame for the bucks?
+Now ask myself man, aw she just starstruck
+I tricked on timbs, had flicks of her my best man
+Creeping on the Westin, spotted in the West Inn!
+
+[Hook] X2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Go Get Pretty Like Me[Intro: U-God]
+Yeah, this one right here
+Is for those fly motherfuckers
+All those motherfuckers get money
+All those money makers
+When you look in the mirror
+And you confident, your cologne is on right
+You smelling good, youknowhatimsayin'
+You ready to go out on the town, knowhatimsayin'
+It's all like this, go get pretty like me
+
+[U-God]
+I rock Dolce and Gabbana, Pierre Cardan frames
+Please, sunset windblows, pictures in the breeze
+Diamond cufflinks on, banging on my sleeve
+The studded engraved, solid gold L.A.'s
+Turn up my nose, to all those people that hate
+Cuz I create the dinner plates, the things they can't
+Mona Lisa's on my wall, I splash the Rem', brand
+Then dance the tango, with a rose in my teeth
+See this Spanish fly mami, with a rosary bead
+Hold her close to me, then I scuff my Gucci loafers
+Through money on the oochie, she fuck me in the Rover
+I bent her over, the butter soft ostrich
+After that, we had, some, sushi with some chopsticks
+We blew the Grand Canyon, the mansion with the tropics
+The house was made of marble, waterfall, walk-in closets
+She had the red hots, had me coming out my boxers
+[Chorus: U-God]
+There's no one in the city like me
+No one gets gritty like me, homey
+Big wheels spinnin' on D's
+Go get pretty like me, Goldie
+You're messin' with a real O.G
+Ya'll niggas, y'all gon' see, homey
+No one gets gritty like me, Goldie
+Go get pretty like me
+
+[U-God]
+In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster
+Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra
+Seats at the opera, whose the man behind the suit
+Fireplace, on the mantle, the head of a moose
+Analyze the truth, still slicin' all you snakes
+The lady killer, license plate, icing on the cake
+Drop, anchors of weight, more paper, acres of states
+Exquisite taste, cigars dipped, in that
+You're strong back, Dom raps, time to bomb back
+In fact, I'm giving hoes a back hand slap
+Ain't that, one of the ten commandments of rap
+My feet tap like Sammy, drop your donation
+Black and white bitches, Puerto Ricans and Haitians
+With Playboy titties, in heavy rotation
+Getting that paper, is my motivation
+In the palm of my hand, I control the nation, baby
+[Chorus]
+
+[Hook 2X: U-God]
+Don't fuck with my bitches
+Or you'll leave in stitches, homey
+Silky silky silk, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Goldie
+
+[Chorus to fade]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Jenny[Chorus: U-God]
+I'm sorry, Jenny, I made you cry, I tried
+I'm sorry, Jenny, all the pain inside, I lied
+I'm sorry, Jenny, I made you cry, I tried
+I'm sorry, Jenny, for all the pain inside...
+
+[U-God]
+We started as friends, you had a boyfriend
+I took you from your man, that's the way we began
+I didn't think it would come back to me in the end
+That wasn't part of the plan, you had my heart in your hands
+I guess broken wings, are hard on a man
+You ran back to scrams, had me stuck in a jam
+I didn't understand, where we went wrong
+I tried to block you out, but you call on the phone
+I want to, bad to the bone, all to myself, all alone
+You sighed on the line, then I heard a dial tone
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God]
+Yo, I stayed up so late, just, thinking of you
+I wish that I can take back, all the pain we been through
+On the path by myself, my back's on the wall
+Sometimes I want that I shouldn't have met you at all
+I told you if you just, leave the man you was with
+I'll take you back in my life, and we'll seek happiness
+Then you finally did, I took your heart for a ride
+I didn't tell how, I had a chick on the side
+It's been a couple of months, in this triangle of love
+I didn't realize, she was the one that I want
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God]
+Now was I young, was I dumb? Was I wrong?
+I had thought we had a special bond
+Come back, run, come back, run
+I thought we was tight as a blood
+What is love? What is love?
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+A Long Time Ago[U-God]
+My mother said my father was a real livewire
+Hustled on the avenue of Lennox
+That he was a don, shot dope in his arm
+Paid visits to the methodon clinic
+A straight womanizer, no religion
+He just leaned on bitches
+His name rung in the slums, niggas run for they gun
+Blood thirsty, he was so vicious
+
+[Hook: U-God (Ebony Burke)]
+Poppa was a rolling stone (he left a long time ago)
+Poppa was a rolling stone (he never ever was at home, no, no)
+Momma said daddy's dead (stop messing with the baby's head)
+One day he'll grow up strong (one day he'll be a man)
+
+[U-God]
+Momma said father was a mean muthafucka
+A clean muthafucka, a lean muthafucka
+Got money in the pot, got his pops in the block
+For sellings rocks, a dope fiend, muthafuckas
+He struggled all his life, got blood on his knife
+Light skinned, he had your eyes
+But my mother couldn't handle him
+The liquor, the gambling, plus he had four wives
+[Hook]
+
+[U-God]
+My mother said my father had a real bad temper
+Loud, wild, he was too foul
+With no hesitation, he would kill you
+With no education, he was still proud
+With his brother Big Harvey, he did a bank robbery
+A car flipped, all the money spilled out
+Before it was done, police caught him with some
+Riddle of bullets, he died in a shootout
+
+[Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Whole World Watchin’[Verse 1]
+I'm so spectacular
+A Valentine's massacre recorded on the 14th
+No blood do the vascular
+Cold-blooded coke on with my heart on my sleeve
+Fuck rhymin' for friends, I do this shit for the cheese
+Play my record, how much does it take?
+Spin my shit on them plates
+What's the wait, ain't I great?
+I love them 808s and techno breaks
+But I prefer those them dusty crates
+U.G. comes pure, it's time to elevate
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo, I see you watchin' me, nigga
+It's like the whole world is watchin' me, nigga
+I see you watchin' me, nigga
+The whole world watchin' me, nigga
+
+[Verse 2]
+Through the lens of a microscope, the world stays watchin'
+Magnified ten times to see if I'm live
+Niggas lookin' through the peephole get shot in the eye
+Wiseguys, see what happens when you tell them lies?
+Cameras on the corners, feel the heat up on my shoulders
+A potential [?] tell them police those days is over
+The income's reported, the fans have supported
+The guns are now legal and my papers are in order
+I bust for my daughter, fuck with her, it's a slaughter
+Y'all keep pushin' my limits and my temper is shorter
+Situations get dealt with and the whole world's watchin'
+I can move like a criminal but you won't get that option
+From pennies make porcelain only triples my fortune
+Watch your hands in the pot 'cause the product is scorchin'
+She smellin' good at the auction and the whole world's watchin'
+Evil eye stay blind with their soul's awry
+But tonight you get a pardon 'cause I'm sittin' at the Garden front row with the elite
+I had to pass it to my squadron
+I don't do this often 'cause in public I'm cautious
+You can't fuck with my money, the world is my office
+[Chorus]
+Yo, yo, stop watchin' me, nigga
+You, you, and you, the whole world watchin' me, nigga
+Yo, and the whole worlds watchin' me, nigga
+I see you, you, and you watchin' me, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Take em Home[U-God]
+Yo, Yo Yo Yo
+Yall know me, I got the sick talk
+Other MCs is phony, They just a rip off
+Boulders on my shoulders daily, Gotta chip on
+Hand on my steel for real, Get my grip on
+Exercise daily baby, Get my dip on
+Big bone niggas see me, On the flip phone
+Hydro home grown stone, In my slip ons
+Write hood songs with them heavyweight bosses
+Honey with the hips put her lips on my sausage
+Paint a portrait, Then I pray at the alter
+Then I shake the ground, I'mma pound your recorder
+Every time I slaughter, Bring back the coast
+The raw un-cut, Fuck the lactose
+I don't slack off, No, He not a rookie
+It's fucked up what Schwarzenegger did to Tookie
+Off to a slow start, Look how long it took me
+
+[Necro]
+Smack you in your face, Knuckle you, jook you, buck at you
+Theres so many different ways I could snuff you, Who the fuck are you?
+We all bleed, Flesh is soft, When a sharp blade hits
+To say this, Rep it, I'm decrepit, Lets see ??? this(Bitch)
+Necro cuts clits, off with scissors
+I fuck tits with my dick, Scorin like Fabio Frizzy
+Music in gore flicks, I'm rippin your chain
+Stick an ice pick in your brain, My shit is insane
+The brutal is verbal murder, Sever cerebrums like a sledge hammer
+Smash in your face, You heard it, I meant it, I mean it
+Demented, Obscene, Should invent to get your feet cemented in blocks
+And dropped over a bridge, Until your spleen’s fermented
+Danglin a custom Necro chain, In front of a bitch's face
+Hypnotizin, I'm makin her give me brain
+Treat bitches like the piece of shits that they are, (Yo)
+You'll wind up deceased bitch, If you don't pull them tits out your bra
+[U-God]
+I know your repetiteur, Psycho Logic on the disk
+My heart piece is poundin, I'm mobbin with the lynch
+We like Batman and Robin, We hopin off the bench
+My hand piece is throbbin, To bang 'em with the wrench
+I burn 'em to a crisp, When I turn into the Grinch
+Cool down your jet baby, Wet 'em till he's drenched
+If it don't make dollars, It don't make sense
+If it don't politic, We don't break bread
+The underground flava, Will wig heads
+Yeah U-God and Necro, The eagles is screamin
+Silver back gorillas, In bulletproof BMs
+Get the fuck outta dodge, Let's blow this mausoleum
+
+[Necro]
+I got a big posse of kids that will dead you for me
+I earnt that through respect, Loyalty, And integrity
+Street royalty, Brooklyn and Staten will fuck you up
+Psycho Logical Wu-Tang, Necro and U-God in the cut
+My catalog is crills, The death funk is robust
+I keep my shit dirty like bums, And Dunkin' Donuts
+Verse after verse, We don't bother with a chorus
+We're gonna make a million, And have your father workin for usEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Venom (DJ Green Lantern Remix)[Verse 1]
+My reputation's paramount
+Otherwise, air 'em out
+Shoot it in hurr, airin' out
+Let 'er know I'm headin' out
+Conduct my booth business then go back to the lab and wear it out
+Cut the pie in two ways
+Other half, bail me out
+Hear me out, doin' better things
+Big cars, heavy chains
+Funny what the cheddar brings
+Breezin' through the hurricane
+Bust through by any means
+Squeeze on my enemies
+Then skate to the Philippines and watch out for this Guillotine
+Jump ship, they spillin' beans
+UFOs can affect the cream
+Unknowns in drug zones
+Everything ain't what it seems
+Cutthroats smell gun smoke
+Kill you off with one stroke
+Zip-lock, quart of coke
+Watch out, her water broke
+Lord knows how far I'll go
+Press hard, charcoal
+Black diamond, Frankie Lymon
+In a trap, with top ramen
+On the charts you see me climbin'
+Bars and a beat with perfect timin'
+Poke more holes in Puerto Ricans
+On the upper tier, I see you leakin'
+[Chorus]
+Thugs in the place with the
+These women in my face with the
+The thing on my waist is the
+Up in the place, pour ace
+(It's the joint)
+
+[Verse 2]
+The flashdance in her fancy pants
+Breeze through and I catch a glance
+Coverin' holes, you lookin' bland
+Rough flows, for the fans
+In the street you hear, "Blam blam"
+Hard shit you can't Shazam
+Sun tan in my Raybans
+Barbecue that wasteland
+Train hard with that waistband
+I might make you my wingman
+Introduce you to that gangland
+Wolf niggas, caveman
+El Hawk with the wingspan
+I'm a yanks fan
+High up in the grandstand
+With Horace live from Kingston
+Fuck them niggas I can't stand that flimflam
+Shakedown for that contraband
+Walk tall, you conscious man
+Enemy of the state
+You call it home, I call it foreign land
+I'm goin' bonkers, man
+Jumped out that Tonka truck
+Wage war, that cop get plucked
+That's the one that got me stuck
+Boys on the force are so corrupt
+Don't fuck with my fam, I'll spill them guts
+Pull that thing from under the rug
+Crash through your door
+[?] bust
+What nigga, I ain't got no drugs
+What nigga, I ain't got no drugs!
+[Chorus]
+Thugs in the place with the
+These women in my face with the
+The thing on my waist is the
+Up in the place, pour ace
+(It's the joint)
+
+[Chorus]
+Thugs in the place with the
+These women in my face with the
+The thing on my waist is the
+Up in the place, pour ace
+(It's the joint)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Take it to the Top[Intro: U-God]
+Time to strongarm this shit
+This how we gon' do, dead arm this man, knowhatimsayin?
+From the root to the fruit, twenty-one gun salute this shit
+Uptown, Downtown, New York, down South
+L.A., that's how we gon' do it, Hillside, nigga, all day
+
+[Desert Eagle]
+Meet me at the pop off, INF on the block
+Hillside, get your rocks off, take it to the top
+Got the whole world hatin', can't take me in the drop
+Can't take it how I'm cakin' it, catch me in the spot
+And you might see a veteran stance, but you'll never see a veteran dance
+But you might catch me bangin' in the twat
+She ain't got G, she ain't untangling my knot
+In my baratone throw, here, bangin' out the box
+Clubs to cell blocks, here tangle with an ox
+Got gorillas in the mist, all my niggas arm with lead
+So we gotta watch the killas on the strip
+You already had a chance, try to kill us with a clip
+One slug hit my lung, you could feel it when I spit
+I'm a Hillside Scrambler, the widest in the click
+Watch Ugodz-Illa set fire to this shit
+
+[U-God]
+As the music gets louder at the top of the hour
+It's time to devour, cuz I'm hungry for power
+I rise the towers, I'll retire your mans
+And it never backfires when I devise a plan
+I sprinkle money showers, I'm suppose to think big
+All you coward ass niggas don't want me to live
+Up the ladder of success, I won't forgive
+Ya'll tight ass niggas, ya'll greedy ass pigs, nigga
+Last bids, better tie it, the CREAM
+I got here, hard work, plus dreams of steam
+I'm a mean machine, eat Lean Cuisine
+Similar to Steve McQueen on silver screen
+I'm suppose to redeem, see my Sprewells twirl
+I want a penthouse view, plus windows to the world
+And, diamonds and pearls, and hardwood floors
+An Italian Job, catch a big money score
+At the tip of the iceberg, top of the mountain
+Nigga, sky's the limit, when money I'm countin'
+I want water and waves sprayin' out my fountain
+Nigga, I can it with him, or I can do without him, bitch
+[Chorus: all (INF-Black)]
+Take it to the top (we ball 'til we fall, let the champagne pop, nigga)
+Take it to the top (every hood, every block, know we got this shit locked
+Nigga)
+Take it to the top (Uptown niggas, Downtown niggas, get it poppin', baby)
+Take it to the top (Niggas get your front on, bitches get your stunt on, come
+On!)
+
+[INF-Black]
+It's the silent mover, analyst, sharpshooter
+I parachute in your hood, ride off on a scooter
+Smookin' buddha with two nines, I'm still rockin' Puma's
+Heard it first on grapevine, my rhymes ill manauvers
+On jake, we call 'em one time, escape the street crime
+Drapped in black hoodies, Timbs and gold shines
+Poppin' that champagne, get high like jet lines
+Glide and break spines, make ya'll respect mine
+I grind from nine to five, rely on the iron nine
+INF-Black, I'm doin' fine, so far from hittin' prime
+Rippin' right through your flesh, these bitches they wantin' sex
+I take you to the top, and cut you off at the neck
+Oh you the boss? You ain't a threat
+Who cares of what you did, who cares of what you rep
+I sidestep ya'll faggots, leave your food in a mess
+Got ladies that play it cool and keep the tool in they dress
+Ride with me... Hillside, uh
+[Chorus]
+
+[King Just]
+I've done started at the bottom, I deserve the tippy
+Ya'll niggas got some nerve to try to forget me
+Man, is he, or isn't he, the greatest who done it?
+With sixteen bars that run concurrent
+Who wanna serve the warrant? Ya'll ain't got nothin' for him
+How you gonna score points, on the after Mike Jordan
+Won't happen, stay scrappin', I can see what you lackin'
+Hillside, rep Staten, see my wolves, still packin'
+I ain't actin', unless they sold out the box office
+Or Spike Lee steps to me with better offers
+Tune in, play it again, Q, fuck me? Fuck you
+That's how I'm supposed to do
+We'll go eye for eye, we'll go tooth for tooth
+Who the fuck wastes they money to put you in the booth?
+You ain't the truth, you more like an L-I-E
+Let it be known, I meet you at the T-O-P, nigga
+
+[Letha Face]
+Enter the stage, I hell raise
+With the force of double barrel 12 gauge
+Pump shotgun, dump hot ones
+Fireballs flamin' out the mouth, lockin' your lungs
+Let me explain what the pain is about
+Oscar the Grouch, out the trashcan, Dead Presidents style
+Twin pounds in my hands, write my measurements down, clown
+I bang in the name of my son, exchange flames til I'm done
+The clip's empty and I'm the remainding one
+Anger from the Slums, soak up liquor with a sponge liver
+Your flow of blood is leakin' worse than a running river
+Silver spines worse than Cabin Fever
+Play the receiver, of a stabbing meat clever in your abdomen
+All that from steppin' on my sneaker
+The beat box jam, causes me to murder you with my intellect
+Kill for respect, plus work hard for the power
+Then I carve Loose Links inside the heart of a coward
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Journey[Verse 1: U-God]
+When it comes to this rap shit, not a stranger
+Not Cedric, but I’m a Entertainer
+Game changer, none can match it
+I’m a Master, I throw on the green jacket
+Takes practice, just to blaze mics
+I’m in the best shape of my life
+In fights with God vs. Devil
+I’mma beat them charges, I’m the hardest rebel
+I’m beyond your level, I’m stone and grit
+Sit back, let me Quincy Jones this shit
+Blown to bits, this is my territory
+My biography’s an amazing story
+Of blood and streets, love and deceit
+Slugs and heat, let the dog off the leash
+I’m a free MC, not DMC
+No contracts, contact TMZ
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+
+[Verse 2: Kool Keith]
+Tour bus, Orca, big shark walker
+Man with the ammo, ya’ll bring the grand piano
+Fitted hat on, superfly, walk around
+Shoot around your town like Hawaii Five-Oh
+Oprah come out your projects, I’m down with The Sopranos
+While I’m stealin’ em, head so big like balloon helium
+Guns with body suits, energize off poets
+See the king of kings, I manage Floyd Mayweather now
+Come up to the condeminium
+And shake hands with the new millennium
+Larry and Armstrong insurance, me and U-God
+Any rapper come up, better speak to the doorman
+Throwing rice on the city, out the Carolina box
+Captain hat, finger popping your lady with the Air Nike shots
+Heavyweight, dumped around my waist, I took it years ago from John Tate
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+Rap hall of fame, ya’ll mention me
+Got more bars then a penetentiary
+In the next century, you gonna see my spark
+My rap IQ is right off the charts
+Go and front, go ahead plot
+You got the biggest gun don’t mean you can’t get shot
+Check my slot, check my melody
+You can’t beat me, I’m the champ of this melody
+Speaking felonies, that’s where I’m drivin
+Golden Arms venom, baggy jeans denim
+Enemies, yo, I dodge for a living
+And all these women, gotta stay ahead of ya
+Ya’ll want ballers, the hell with the regular
+Yeah, yeah, whatever, kid, gotta keep your head sharp
+Mind on the run, ya’ll got a head start
+Ya’ll know the repertoire, fingers on the triggers
+We the toughest niggas in the yard
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stars[Hook 3x: uncredited vocalist]
+Reaching for the stars
+
+[Verse 1]
+Rockstar lifestyle, living it right now
+There he go, getting it hype, now
+All the noise, your boys is piped down
+In the moment, living it right now
+Chest out, here come the fight now
+In the light, never the back down
+Watch the evil, it lives in the background
+Fame, been known to attract crowds
+
+[Hook: sample (U-God)]
+Take me to the stars (Got to feel like I'm out of this world)
+Take me to the stars (Push it to the limit, feeling out of this world)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Only way to connect, is with convo
+Show respect for what you borrow
+Like the science of the cosmos
+Paint Picassos for use and Cerado
+Never settle is my motto
+Small minds seem to put themselves in the bottle
+Create a path you should follow
+Positive thoughts, better tomorrows
+[Hook 4x]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Let's talk about, revenge, serve cold
+Jealousy, it gets old
+How could you want, what the next man have
+You can't control, what you can't have
+Don't lose your soul, just to get cash
+You need some help, but you didn't ask
+You're only as good, as what you did last
+Heard he could flow, heard he could spit fast
+Hold your head, don't get gassed
+Good time lovings and some good laughs
+Kicking your feet up, first class
+Good kid, on a good path
+
+[Hook 4x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Supa Nigga[Chorus: U-God]
+You won't, you won't, you won't slick
+Fly shit, let a supa nigga rip
+You want, you want, the music
+Them hits, let a supa nigga rip
+Can I, can I, can I live
+Can I live, let a supa nigga rip
+Them hits, you make, you ain't shit
+Stop trick, let a supa nigga rip
+
+[U-God]
+My sideburns resemble supa fly O'Neal
+Dust off the rocks, pop the bluesteele
+Shoot for thrills, drive the big wheels
+My waterbeds, wavy ladies, tell me how it feels
+There he go, in came the wind
+The sudden fragrance, was like Angel for men
+Out the gold carriage, the doo rags chief
+When you see him go, rose peddles on his feet
+The man you can trust, the man with thrust
+Every jam I bust, is somethin' fan-tabulous
+These scandalous streets, the way that I spill this
+Make cold hearted people bump, triggermen feel this
+
+[Chorus]
+[U-God]
+I sit back like the Mack, sip my yak
+Watch the dough stack, go explosive on the track
+Heavy dosage, react blinded, stay on some hungry
+The money don't make the man, the man make the money
+Poison, bad men, hoes and all the honeys
+Noise in the attic, boy, you can't run from me
+The gun runner, funky drummer, number one stunner
+Breeze through in the hummer, crush a G.Q. cover
+It's prime-time, hit the mic like James Brown and hover
+The same time I smother, bring down the thunder
+The fighter, the lover, understand my pen
+We rep on record and we stand like men
+Yes I stand like ten, friends with boulder ends
+Fresh out the pen, drop cars from Motor Trend
+Yes it's him, swinger, rings on every finger
+Ladies in the hallway sayin' "Sing for me singer", it's
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God]
+It's 2002 and my, gun is a laser
+My, mind is my castle and my, tongue is a razor
+Renegade favor hollow, fast on the phase
+Trailblazin' kids still, fast with his blades
+Leather, recliner seats, designer shades
+Zero to ninety, dippin' down the highways
+Yellin' out the window, I should of did it my way
+A Friday high day, cape in the wind
+The ex-gun slinger's done, came through again
+The missin' link consist of sting, see me with dime pieces
+Three at a time pleaser, Remy red lime squeezer
+Fine creature, nice to meet you Golden
+That super bad brother, that muthafucka holdin'
+You heard, now
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I’m Talkin to You[U-God]
+I'm that warlord that's out for the gold
+Let your scandal leak out, now your cover gets blowned
+Shit ain't sweet, son, my mind stays grown
+The thirst alone, makes me, burst my chrome
+It hurts when I see you, you're my first clone
+But, daddy's home on some violator shit
+We annihilator, out the alligator pits
+Show 'em your strength, breathe easy on them hits
+Niggas get rich, with homes on they head
+Throw me in the streets, that's where our grown men bred
+On the corner with the dred, dusty Leon
+Fatman in jail, five hundred pound penitentiary still
+From the Hills, slapped on the scale
+High honor, Shaolin bomber
+With the rockstar persona, connect with the largest
+You play me, you payin' fifty cent chargers
+Put this log in your noggin, he's on a rampage
+Cuz he keeps charging, fuck all the arguing
+Like bitches, ain't no I in team
+That's why we can't get the riches, play your position, nigga
+
+[Chorus 2X: U-God]
+Yeah, I'm talkin' to you...
+Yeah, I'm talkin' to you...
+[U-God]
+On my solo destiny, try to shit on me
+When I break you chains, all you lames gonna plead
+Greed and lie just to get what you need
+Feed off my rhymes and my recipe
+Can you see that my eyes, I need an extra squeeze
+Or a Beck's to relieve all the stress you need
+Stop testing me, then set me free
+The street fatigue, two keys and a jeep
+Buckshot, nine niggas tried to replace me
+I'm a prime time figure to the next degree
+Now it's bye-bye, nigga, too weak to play deep
+Afraid in your sleep, up the charts I creep
+Monologues I speak, stay blowin' out the nostril
+Inside you're weak, portrayin' that you're hostile
+Swallow your pride, keep my name out your tonsils
+I bury you, til they, find your fossil
+The rap O.J., in the dusty Bronco
+Bang on my chest like the King of Kongo
+You and your brother is a dirty combo
+You bird ass niggas, catch thirty, pronto
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[U-God]
+Big ballers never quit, what can you tell me
+But a belly full of lies, stranded on a battlefield
+Too many times, with nickel and dime rhyme
+One of your best killers, you know that I feel this
+Pushin' near my weakness, just Air Max sneakers
+Keep feedin' lyrics on big ol' speakers
+Peep that performer on the humble, I'm comin' for you
+Watch these young boys rumble, what you gonna do?
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blow Yo Mind[Intro: crowd]
+Start the fuckin' show! (G-O-D, baby!)
+Yeah, G-O-D, U-G-O-D
+Uey!! Yeah U-G-O-D!
+
+[U-God]
+Who the bad mother brother with the super sperm
+That's waiting in the corner, for his return?
+Ya'll step back cuz the trigger is lethal ---
+He's a cool cool cat, you know where he's at
+Fast on the fate, don't pull your blade
+Cool dude, now here is the sequel ---
+He ride the rhyme with new releases
+And rock you deep, and hold you tight
+Crack your back in a million pieces ---
+Whoooo, he sly as a fox, cause major pain
+And fly when he box, when he play the game
+Slide from the cops, and grab your dames --
+Whoooo, he sly in the sequel, and your eye ain't quicker than
+Cut your posters, zero, nine
+He freak you out, til you down right simple
+He's bad, he'll blow yo mind...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Be Right There[Hook]
+Just call me up I'll be right there
+Money folding up I'll be right there
+Wu throw it up I'll be right there
+If the world blowing up I'll be right there
+Nigga throw it up I'll be right there
+Just call me up I'll be right there
+Wu throw it up I'll be right there
+I'll be right there, I'll be right there
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, this is it yo the final chapter
+Got'cha back nigga chiropractor
+Fuck with my brother gonna have to clap with'cha
+Mess with my brother going back to Attica
+He the nucleus, I'm the reactor
+Wolf scarred, battle star galactica
+Solid gold, I'ma fold and package ya
+Repzar nigga I'm a rhythm trafficker
+Up against the wall, I'ma sandwich ya
+All-star pro, you's a amateur
+Damager, bandager, examiner, stamina
+I love the fame, I love the props
+I'm from the drug game, I hug the block
+There's the stage, I'm ready to rock
+Yo RZA hit me up when the mic gets hot
+[Hook]
+
+[Bridge] X2
+Set it up, I tear it down
+Wet it up, I shake the town
+Place your bet, I'ma lay it down
+Ready Set, I'ma take the crown
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got the respect when I hit the South
+I'm the connect yo forget the drought
+You cross me once, bitch you out
+Now ask yourself what the grits about
+I'ma chew you up, spit you out
+You see this hard rock nigga, forget the doubt
+Computer programmer, just click the mouse
+I want fifty K hits nigga watch the bounce
+Now to the ounce, I'm keying notes
+Ya'll beating niggas, ya'll pumping soap
+I'm eating niggas, I'm so cutthroat
+Watch a one-armed nigga just cut the dope
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Bridge] X2
+I'll be right there X8EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+PA KassanovaKävellään käsikädessä pankkiin ja mä hymyilen
+
+Kun sä oot mulle niin kulta
+Sä oot mulle niin tulta
+
+[Chorus]
+Kun mä näin sut eilen
+Pystyin helposti nähä
+Sen miten pidit musta kii 
+Koska halusit mua niin
+
+Suomalainen mies ei puhu eikä pussaa
+Jos se on pää suus, vaan se on kuulemma plussaa
+Ja neidoille pitää olla lipevä
+Viidet treffit eikä tiedä ikää eikä nimeä
+Sen lisäks mä tyttöi vantaalle hoidan
+Ja kun naiset soittaa ja kysyy hugen nimee
+Nii mitä tulee puhelimeen, anna sen soida
+
+Sanon ex-hoidolle moido
+Mul on tapan pitää entiset loitol
+Ja uusii tuttavuuksii on vaikeet tavata
+Pitäs olla aihet
+Kuunnella, suudella ja halata
+Tunnelma palava
+Pikkutunneilla mut tunnetaan, et puhun ummet ja lammet
+Ja iskurepliikit iskee kuin salama
+Metronomi jää koukkuun kuin rapala
+Mä näin sut eilen, uu beibe
+Olit jotenkin niin kuumeinen
+Mä näin sut eilen, uu beibe
+Olit jotenkin niin kuumeinen
+Se on meille vai teille, eriteille, uu beibe
+
+Aa, ja mikä neidin nimi oli minitopis
+Binii otin, kun sä näytit ihan ikipopilt
+Mut sun isil oli hilloo
+Ja auto ja sun iphones miljoona saldoo
+Sulla on eiras city-koti
+Ja purjevene mikä ei sulle ikin sovi
+Mut sun tili oli kaunis
+Yhtä kaunis kun mun hauis
+Sun uudes audis
+
+Eletään niinkuin brad pitt ja joey
+Sä oot nätti ja mä oon räppi flowi
+Ei näist muist oo mihinkään
+Ne vie sut puistoon treffeille ja alkaa letteineen kimittää
+Mut ei siit sen enempää
+Mä en oo kenelläkään nähnyt hartioit noin leveitä
+Sä käyt varmaan treenaas
+Aerobicki sun fittii jeesaa
+
+Joka klubi on neidille vippi
+Salihousut ja davidin lippis
+Hei päivi mä rakastan sua
+Tilipäivin haluun susta miniän ja äidin
+Sun sinisilmät vetoaa äijiin
+Hei tyttö se on menoa nyt häihin
+Mut ei unohdeta avioehtoo
+Avioeron jälkeen manit pois nettoan
+
+[Chorus x1]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Chessboxing ’09[U-God]
+That's me, that's right, yo, the Wu in the place
+Keep shittin' on me, til you blue in the face
+Veterans chase, circulate the rat race
+How the hell this dirt bag get on base?
+Bang the 808, when he go ape
+You just an eighth, I'm kilo weight
+Let me demonstrate, when I squeeze the raw
+I'm going for the throat, cup of season fall
+Honey wit the hips, make me leave the floor
+And it's blood, sweat & tears, got her bleeding more
+I'm a physicist, but I know what matters
+I'm not a doctor, but I'm losing my 'patients'
+I talk to the nation, with the deadly manuscript
+Accurate long fire, mechanic grip
+Make the Titanic flip, from hip hop tonsil
+Head fly, head guy of the Jedi Council
+Throw me the alleyoop, scoop you off your feet
+You just a fluke, the proof is in the heat
+Bang on the industry, walk the tightropes
+Psycho thinker, a stinker, lyrical blitz
+Mix the coke batter like it's Miracle Whip
+Highly explosive, fire the wit
+Deadly venom stick, to the walls and bricks
+All I got is my dick and my balls, my last words
+I might swerve, it's just the tip of the iceberg
+Precise verbs, slice words, strike superb
+Hawkeye in flight, nigga, like the bird
+And I want it so bad, I can't fight the urge
+When money get tight, yo the spider splurge
+I'm on the urge, wit the killa crystals
+Deep in the basement, building the missiles
+The last one missed you, here sniff two
+Big bags of Dopium, black top, jack mack tops
+Open 'em, now I'm scoping 'em
+Get your feet wet, I end this rhyme
+Wit a one, two, three step, yupEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Prayer[Intro: U-God]
+Forgive me..
+For all that shit I did in my past..
+You know what I'm sayin'...
+
+[U-God]
+Is anyone out there? Does anyone care?
+This is my testament, my bedtime prayer
+I resent my sins, oh Lord, listen clear
+I can feel it in the heat of the night, and in the air
+Lord, give me your ear, I want you, to understand
+Please forgive me, I'm a righteous man
+Tryin' to do the best I can, just to feed my fam
+I might die, in these streets, by some jealous hands
+Now I can it's some scam, from the root to the fruit
+Cuz when they see me in the streets, grimey's guns salute
+Me, it's the moment of truth, I got mud on my boots
+Plus the sounds of the sirens, cops in hot pursuit
+Pray for me..
+
+[Chorus 2X: Autumn Rue]
+As I lay thee down to sleep
+I pray the Lord, the soul to keep
+If I die, before I wake
+I pray the Lord, the soul to take
+[U-God]
+All this pressure, building up in the pot
+When the schemes released, I'm bout to blow my top
+I'm the cream of the crop, when machine guns pop
+I seen the death angel come when I see son drop
+I cried, tattoo tear drops, cuz inside it hurt
+I saw his life flash before him, as he lied in the dirt
+And searched for heaven on earth, in his debts, sold in land
+I poisoned my own community, with kilos and grams
+And people don't take a stand, politics tempers flare
+They build, prisons 'stead of parks, children end up in there
+It's the welfare, the precinct, the daycare's, indecent
+The churches, the priest, inside the belly of the beast
+It's, diseases, crack babies, people actin' crazy
+Oh Lord, can you save me? If not, snatch up my baby
+Ohhh..
+
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Kick Azz[U-God]
+Driving down the strip, and you see my spokes
+And I rip off my shirt, like he's the Hulk
+And I squeeze off volts, just to please your folks
+And hip hop, yeah, needs a jolt
+Then you fall to your knees, when I squeeze your throat
+Cuz these hip hop fiends, they need they dope
+And I puff on weed, then I blow out smoke
+He's so feroc', now here's a dose
+Now throw it to the left coast, whatchu expect, bro?
+I let my tech blow, no, it ain't techno
+You get your neck broke, python strong
+You want problems, now bring it on
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Hear the sounds of the titans clash
+Sucker M.C.'s try to bite this fast
+Jody gon' put it on smash
+It'll happen so fast, kick ass
+The rap world thought that Wu won't last
+Sucker D.J.'s keep playin' that trash
+Jody gon' put it on blast
+It'll happen so fast, kick ass
+
+[U-God]
+I been through 'nuff shit, and I paid the cost
+Now I wear big hats, like I'm the boss
+Knock you off your high horse, with no remorse
+In hip hop, there's no need to floss
+Those who don't believe, I leave you scorched
+Peel out in the porsche, with dual exhaust
+U-God is the name, the game is torched
+Upside your head, you get banged with force
+Throw it to the left coast, whatchu expect, bro?
+I let my tech blow, no, it ain't techno
+You get your neck broke, python strong
+You want problems, now bring it on
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+K.J. Rhyme[Intro: King Just]
+Yo! This is K.J., all day, every day
+Around your way, in your hallway
+Puffin' ganje, Hillside Scrambled eggs..
+Let's go... let's go... let's go..
+K.J. rhyme, all day, every day, let's go..
+
+[King Just]
+Prepare for a Battlestar Gallectica, this is Attica
+America, home of the Chainsaw Massacre
+Dracula, sink my teeth into this beat
+And sleep on corners where you drug dealers meet
+Stay out of reach, but I keep arm distance
+We can't hold him down, cuz I'm just too persistant
+Listen, nitroglycerin, finish him
+Kryptonite for all you fuckin' Supermen
+It's him again, and I'm feelin' fine
+Watch where you walk, you might step on landmines
+Tech nine crime, quote him line for line
+Intertwine with a mind like Albert Einstein
+Optimus prime, throw heat like the sun
+I got fees in this rap, why you think I'm on the run?
+And when it's all said and done, I'm handlin' my biz
+All the kids around the world is gonna is, is
+
+[Chorus 4X: King Just w/ children]
+Nobody rhymes like K.J. rhymes
+Nobody, K.J. rhyme
+[King Just]
+Now which one of ya'll could do it like I?
+I guess you the reason they put "pumpk" in the pie
+Quicker sea fry, hang glide slide
+K.J. go way-way like pantry pie
+Zebra Lounge crowd, yo, that's Lounge
+If I ain't put it down by the ramp with 18 pound
+Cherry jubilee, hang off roofs like D.P
+Ever since Champ God robbed the fuckin' Mickey D's
+Ya'll was scarred and needed reincarnation of jackpot
+Stop frontin', cuz you got the hip hop Scott 'Rock
+Face lock the shot, we got the studio booked
+Look up your history, I'm still off the hook
+It's Mark Twain, I'm rollin' like Oliver Twist
+Back now, to smackdown shit that you missed
+Kiss where the sun don't shine, bottom line
+Ya'll niggas better hope I don't get a deal and sign
+
+[Chorus 4X]
+
+[King Just]
+You the Mick Dynamite or Mr. Excite
+You've been rappin' for a long time but don't sound right
+Not quite as the hype that you recite
+Mr. All-Day, I'll do it to your ass night
+On sight, I smash anything you write
+With K-9 teeth for niggas who bagpipe
+Walk to the light and bring your mic
+You won't last one minute in a ten round fight
+The Al-Qada type that'll snipe your windpipe
+Siege your general, and strip him of his stripes
+Either you men or mice, you gon' still pay the price
+You either take my advice, or roll the dice
+Real life, still trife, walk with a gun
+Talk with a knife, double c.d., so you can buy me twice
+On tight, and you just might take flight
+M.C.'s got left, why you think they not right
+Hang glide like a kite, on the turnpike
+With two bitches, that's some Dick Van Dyke
+Pay-per-view satellite, there's a need to feed my appetite
+Pick up your weight, cuz you ain't got the hype
+Battle me, your need an invite, black or white
+And I'll still drink a forty with ice
+I still smoke a leaf joint from Spike, ight?
+I'm the reason why Coca-Cola had to fuckin' remix the Sprite
+He's nice, and taste like Chinese rice
+And from shit on the stick, he the pastry whites
+You the Latter Day Saints, I'm the Poltergeist
+I'm the whole damn pie, nigga, you just a slice
+This is a heist, I suggest you remove your ice
+Before you be up in close and person over Christ
+Get on your Big Wheel bike and take a hike
+Cuz around these parts, you not liked
+Parasite, don't have me flex my mic
+I don't rock Air Force One's, I call it Air Strikes (*echoes*)
+[Chorus 4X]
+
+[Outro: children]
+Way!
+No way!
+No way!
+No way!
+No way!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Here We Come[Intro: INF-Black]
+Gangster this and gangster that
+Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!
+
+[U-God]
+I got a deathwish, my playlist is wreckless
+Almost famous but the natives gettin' restless
+Leave 'em breathless, guess who popped up
+With pile out, hear you talkin' like Wu's washed up
+Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe
+The magnetic flux, in the all black tux'
+And my back's all hushed, lead showers for you mutts
+I devour the cuts with a power packed punch
+And cowards I hunt, when I ride with my gun
+I'm like a spoke on the wheel that glides on the drum
+Through the, smoke I reveal, I'm the rising sun
+That go through your shield, is he really that Hill?
+Let the streets decide, with nerves of steel
+Let the beats collide, with the death-defyin' skill
+And beneath the sky, lurkin' network of strangers
+That insert the danger with a touch of a finger
+
+[Chorus: Letha Face (INF-Black)]
+Oh no... watch... out... here... they... come
+(Gangster this and gangster that
+Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!
+Stand up... with... my... real... nig... gas
+(Gangster this and gangster that
+Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!)
+[INF-Black]
+Yo, aiyo, I'm speakin' for myself, my feets on stealth
+Fuck thirty deep, I'm in your hood for delf
+Blowin' trees with your main squeeze countin' my shells
+As I feed the clips to the T, handle it well
+Never been the one to front, son, my history's swell
+Tell you how it's gon' be, what it was and what it is
+Catch you in your sleep, thug, now your memory lives
+The streets get the buzz, no love, them same thugs snitch, bitch
+Learned you was livewire, mafia lie
+You get wired, by real gangstas and big buyers
+Messin' with fire, you ought to leave town
+Son, there's rules to this game, and these lames wanna be down
+Bringin' all clothes, most fold when it go down
+4-5 pounds out the gate, nigga, slow down
+I recognize real, and it ain't how you sound
+It's the shit that you feel when I'm bustin' the pound
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Hook: INF-Black]
+Niggas keep talkin', better keep walkin'
+Walk the block frontin', you ain't sayin' nothin'
+You ain't poppin' nothin', you ain't cuttin' nottin'
+Son, stop stuntin', before I start dumpin'
+[Letha Face]
+I apply your bones to the grindstone, to roam on the block with the chrome
+Son I smack you out your rhinestones, holmes
+I zone where the average man is not permitted to stand
+Unless you got that thang, in your hands
+Screamin' fans wanna touch me, groupies wanna fuck me
+And crabs that don't wanna see me make it, try to bust me
+Trust me, I got my shit on cock
+So now I'm ready to rock you on the spot and put you in a human Ziploc
+With the clip in his lock, and my hand over my heart
+I swear to be my brother's keeper, til death do us part
+The truest darts spoken in broken language, got you soakin' wet
+Like a bottle of Dutch juice, with the mint leaves
+Nigga please, the trigger squeeze in every direction
+Blood is similar to viral effects, enter your section
+And my posession is a deadly weapon
+This pen that I use, to bang a hole in your neck, nigga, you suspect
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Room Keep Spinning[U-God]
+At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
+Cheeba in my pipe, watch the burn
+Thinking bout my girl, she's my sweetheart
+Today she's acting like a functioning retard
+She took my car, brung it back in three parts
+Late night call, to come to the ER
+Friday night, she out with her friends
+Her and them bitches done crashed the Benz
+Man, I told the bitch about an SAI
+Stupid And Intoxicated, while she high
+I been told her, not to drink and drive
+Now the judge slammed the hammer and she might do time
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Yo, she's all about the party (Friday night)
+Yo, she's all about the party (Friday night)
+All she wanna do is party (Gettin' high)
+All she wanna do is party (Gettin' high)
+But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+[U-God]
+I took a purple rock candy, at the dub step festival
+Yo, I'm signing autographs, started feeling like a vegetable
+Here come the sexual, sensual, sorta intellectual
+Touching on my testicle, the music up a decibel
+At night, she's a freak, by day, she's a principal
+I'm sipping on Ciroc, I'm feeling type invincible
+We sitting in the trailer, her head game exceptional
+Up and down on the pipe, her porn star professional
+Hold up, is this real? Everything is questionable
+Let's take it down a notch, smoke this medicinal
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Now it's all about the party (Living life)
+Now it's all about the party (Living life)
+All I wanna do is party (Gettin' high)
+All I wanna do is party (Gettin' high)
+But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+[U-God]
+Got a letter from L.A., it was from my ex
+Said she had my baby, ain't seen her yet
+Five years done passed, I'm a daddy
+I remember that ass, whoo, she had a fatty
+A video vixen, act kinda grown
+She said she can raise it, all on her own
+She said see me money and leave me alone
+Stress is a killer, then she hung up the phone
+Fucking bitch...
+
+[Chorus: U-God]
+Now the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)
+(Round, round, round, round, round it goes)
+(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Struggle Ain’t Got No Color[Intro: U-God w/ Hook]
+Color ain't got no struggle... color..
+
+[Hook 2X: U-God]
+Move, grind, move, grind
+Move, grind, move, grind
+
+[U-God]
+Yo, yo, it's hard to smile, cuz life's so for real
+It's funny what people do just to get a mill
+Some kill, rob, steal, sell crushed pills
+Multimillion dollar deals, generatin' hills
+But I got skills, there no need for violence
+How that nigga stay hungry with degrees in science
+Yeah, he needs a challenge, you'se an A-Class Pilot
+The boy so vibrant, he walk like a tyrant
+His mind's in the garbage, his spine is heartless
+He's a one mind pirate, who gets his regardless
+With felony charges, greedy coke-nosed clients
+His nose is numb and he didn't read the fineprint
+Accounts on minus, with a block of stress
+And he can't close his eyelids cuz it don't care less
+Yeah, they died on they blinders, he got mouths to feed
+So he grieves over liquor, that his spouse might leave
+And it leads him sicker, his house ain't been cleaned in a week
+He can't sleep cuz his problem's gettin' deep, cuz
+[Chorus: U-God ( w/ Hook )]
+Struggle ain't got no color, kid
+Color ain't got no color
+Now, color ain't got no struggle, kid
+Struggle ain't got no color
+Now growin' up, it's a wild jungle, kid
+Color ain't got no struggle
+Same block, same clubs, same money, same drugs
+Struggle ain't got no color
+
+[U-God]
+I can't sleep around heat, roaches and dust mites
+In the winter time it's cold enough, nigga, to bust pipes
+I'm like, Jesus Christ, yo, my socks is black
+I'm hoodied up in the halls with the stocking cap
+Rockin' forth and back, draggin' a huge cannon
+Duckin' the law, I'm the last man standing
+Strong armin' the store, when the line is drawn
+With a fifty pound vest on, that strike your dawn
+It's like, I'm a pawn, takin' orders from the side
+From the root to the fruit, I'm a Freedom Fighter
+Police in hot pursuit, move beneath the fire
+Peel out in tires, when I burn these streets
+These knockaround guys, never turn they cheeks
+We're all I see, my contract's is wack
+Baby mamma huntin' for cash, get off my back
+Take out the trash, put some food on the shelf
+I don't trust women, son, I can't trust myself
+Fuck them hoes, cuz, I'm just movin' for delf
+[Bridge 2X: U-God]
+Things never change, we all the same
+We bleed the same blood (blood)
+Yeah, I've seen joy, love, hate and pain
+I never gave up (up)
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[U-God]
+Yo, I come from the gutter, bad blood and slum
+Where niggas scarred for life, and they die for crumb
+Where young worship the gun, smoke blunts for fun
+It's the same old song, one minute it's calm
+Then shots ring out like it's Vietnam
+And you see it's wrong, when you're forced to retire
+My single's almost gone, caught in the crossfire
+That's why I'm high wired, Lord, forgive me
+I broke down and cried, when he lost his kidney
+With his baby sitter Shi-Shi, two years old
+He laid on the floor, bullet holes in his clothes
+I was miles away, yeah, away on tour
+When I received the call, in the phone, I hang up
+I was mad at the world, and grabbed the banger
+Wrecked the hotel, released the anger
+You supposed to keep my child away from danger
+First we were friends, now we strangers
+He lost a lot of blood, but didn't show no fear
+In I.C.U., in intensive care
+And I praise the Lord, that my son is still here, but
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Spit Game[Intro: Autumn Rue]
+Spit game..
+Spit game..
+Game..
+Game..
+
+[U-God]
+I do the damn thing, toast the champagne
+It's the Lord of the Rings, move in full swing
+Nigga, fan the flames, expand my wings
+Plus my vocal range, I shoot to mane
+Call me Kurt Cobain, baptized in the flame
+Capsized in the game, nigga, say the name
+And I bang you out, with the Gang Land violence
+And it's New York's finest, you've been ordained
+With the deadly aim, don't think I won't shoot ya
+Got more positions than the Karma Sutra, bitch
+Call me Super, with the German luger
+With the funky dope mauneuver, pass me the rude boy
+Stainless steel toy, comin' to killjoy
+The real mccoy's is coming to beat it
+The best kept secret, shake the ground descend
+Kick the door open when I release the bitch
+
+[Chorus: Autumn Rue (male singer)]
+Spit game (and they like it)
+Spit game (when you have no vest)
+Game (walking down the avenue)
+Game (always coppin' somethin' new)
+[INF-Black]
+What you know about gangstas, thugs and real niggas
+Niggas that get pussy, and niggas that just pussy
+Hold it down, all the time, I ain't gotta spend a dime
+Bust a cherry, and we dine, cuz fine, I pop wine
+And I ain't got game, mami, I drop jewels and pack nines
+I'm still the same homey from '89, so speak your mind
+Now I'm on my grind, from sun down to sunshine
+See you went blind for a minute, now I ain't got time
+Catch me spit a line, I don't know, I gotta think about it
+Gotta cut these vines 'fore these snakes'll try to penetrate me
+Sing about (right), I'm takin' the whole cake
+Now I'm push and be up out it, feed the whole Tri state
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Letha Face]
+Now ain't that a damn shame, the way I spit game
+I could talk my way out of some beef
+And that'll buy me some time to run and get the piece
+Then come back with the heat and bury you in the streets
+Sweet with the gift of gab, when I lift the mag'
+I put you in the right place, you Will & Grace fag
+The ex' type spizz off, when it chase the Jag'
+Somebody lace the bag, now there's dust in my dutch
+Yo Dutch, roll up, wait a minute, hold up
+These cats are frontin' the cut, let's open his stomach up
+So what? I don't care if you don't like me, you don't excite me
+I'll have vets murder you in broad daylight, g
+Sheisty's your middle name, I bang you little lames
+Rapid shots riddle your frame, your head piece hangs
+Same shit but different day, now the pistol's aimed
+At your heart, squeeze off then break you apart
+[Chorus]
+
+[Hook: Autumn Rue (w, male singer & U-God)]
+They're the kind of niggas everybody knows (everybody knows)
+They freak them bitches from head to toe (from head to toe, from head to toe)
+They're the rolling stones, the Al Capones (watch it when we coming down)
+They're the Romeos, they hit you then they gone, ooh, yeah
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Zilla (DJ Homicide Blend)[Hook]
+Zilla, Zilla
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm taking all of your divas, I'm eating all of your pizza
+Call me Daddy Gunsmoke, throwing long to receivers
+Remember fights at the Fever, straight shifting your features
+'Cause I'm sharp as a cleaver, spill blood in areas
+'Cause I'm rougher then Lazarus, harder then Caesar
+Bobber and weaver, straight flow, follow the leader
+Mix the coke with the ether, keep snow on the freezer
+Stomp gold on my Visa, it's an hour to geezer
+Pop holes in your tweeters, your ho want me to bang her
+I'm the one man army with tsunamis of swagger, bragger
+
+[Hook]
+Zilla, Zilla
+
+[Verse 2: U-God]
+Ready and able, 'cause my blows are more fatal
+I'm the human tornado, pulling guns out the cradle
+It's a scene out Casino, scrape cream off the table
+Shape pants enabled, break dancing, gold cables
+Prada tags and labels, flood drugs with the draino
+Put holes in your braino, then I'm off to Barbados
+It's the black Clark Gable, jump out the sable and bang you
+Wide turns on the angle, sideburns with the banger
+Curtains you up for danger, hurting you with the chamber
+Circle you with the flamer, hurting you with the stinger, ringer
+[Hook]
+Zilla, Zilla
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+It's a whole 'nother level, yo, I'm hot as a kettle
+Yo, I handle my business, boy, I body the devil
+Yo, I'm diamond embezzled, plus I Hollywood shuffle
+And I'm so rebellious, 'cause I polly with Russell
+And I got hood muscle, when it's on, I say it's on
+I'm real, militant, a don, I'm Genghis Khan
+I got the bangles on, I muzzle the nozzle
+Cappa taught me the Pillage, I'm a RZA apostle
+At the tip of your tonsil, yeah, I'm gripping the magnum
+Pure physical fitness, when you Enter the Dragon
+Yeah, I'm awesome and handsome, the way I scribble my riddle
+Sounds'll rattle your limo, can't handle my dribble, bimbo
+
+[Hook]
+Zilla, ZillaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+DJ Homicide Intro[DJ Homicide?]
+Ladies and gentlemen, I'm your DJ, Your listening to the strongest hands in Hip-Hop right, DJ Homicide
+
+[U-God?]
+(???) about my fucking brothers, why? They ain't my fucking brothers. Don't let me catch you talking 'bout you gon' try hurt my fuckin' brothers or you ain't gon' like my brother because of this. That's my family. I'll punch you in your fucking face. Yeah, we might not get along. Yeah, we got issues with each other. Regardless of that, we going through hell right now. We going through hell. And I'm sitting here and (???) I ain't faking it
+
+[Speaker #3]
+Fuck that, cause I'm from New York City goddamn it. You fuck around with me. There's gonna be consequences and repercussions
+
+[RZA]
+Up from the 36 Chambers!
+
+[Speaker #4]
+Golden arm is as good as his reputation says  with his bare hands he stood all of us up and if he had weapons
+
+[Speaker #5]
+Just using his bare arms he was the best with weapons we'd stand no chance. He had us cold
+
+*Gunshot*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tell Me[Intro: Desert Eagle]
+(Tell me... tell me...)
+What would you do? Hillside Scramblers
+Loose links, what would you?
+Uh, check it, yo, yo, yo
+
+[Desert Eagle]
+I'm down for the get down, down wanna spit rounds
+He started the beef, now, wanna split town
+With the mark of the beast, thinkin' you the shit now
+Four pound whippin' the flesh, better sit it down
+Get it clown? You done started something
+I put it down, and you just started hustlin'
+Gettin' thirty off of a bundle, you project nothing
+You'll get linked in a rumble, you project frontin'
+Catch beef in the J's, it's project dumping
+Test your heat when it blaze, better target something
+Even my dick iced out, I be hard at fucking
+Niggas need to stop biting and try to market something
+Niggas need to start writing, your bark ain't nothing
+Your tracks ain't hot, and your back don't function
+Got the rap game locked, the crack game dumping
+Got the crime scene hot, the club scene thumping, what?
+
+[Chorus: Letha Face]
+Tell me: what would you do?
+If you was in my shoes and the nigga had the drop
+Would you shoot first? Or get shot?
+Or lift the earth from under his feet and make his boots rock
+Tell me..
+[Letha Face]
+I can't stand it, people try to judge me
+Especially the ones that said they love me, try to take me for granted
+I been stranded with a mental block, sippin' expensive shots is hot
+I could kiss the man who invented the Glock
+The thermometer pops burger, I stay on cock
+So whenever my dogs call me, I'll be there, the end of story
+Surrenders gory, close the book after the final chapter
+Gradual bullets that travel faster than yacht masters
+Hot ratchets that'll spin you, like a spinning top backwards
+Cut your cabbage and turn it into coleslaw
+I'm so raw, that my mom should of middle named me Diesel
+These lethal bars perfected, can't be injected by needles
+Breeding eagles out of Park Hill's hell hole
+Where souls get sucked up, and shots turn your bones to Jell-o
+Mellow tones with a stealth blow, under the bell's a four-four
+The impact will crack an elephant's skull
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[INF-Black]
+I'm like the hallways you walk through, smokin' a blunt with a brew
+The staircase you piss on, gettin' head on the roof
+Ride down my elevator, you get punched in the tooth
+My alligators hang loose from the front to the phone booth
+I'm the concrete, the gates, the bars, gunnin' my goof
+I'm the drugs, the money, the booze, and every rules
+Fuckin' Betty who? Niggas is petty, can get it to
+Watch your mouth nigga, watch me, watch you
+Like a movie, thought it was cool, how you wanted to do me
+See me live with the snakes and get rid of them rats
+I'm the fire in the lake, I burn faster than a match
+But longer in a forest, at the speed of a mach
+Spittin' out, bangin' off ground, I'm tearin' it down
+There's never no fear in me, and they tellin' what's in me now
+I've done tasted the dust, washed my face with the mud
+Off with these clowns, my shoes is only made from my blood
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Keynote Speaker (DJ Homicide Blend)[Hook]
+Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son
+I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young
+Not here to fight, we call it fun
+Allah gave me light, real strong
+Meet me at the top, near dawn
+Damn right, nope, we always kill songs
+
+[Verse 1]
+Mamma gave birth, righteous seed
+Tension in the hood, it's alright with me
+Flows laid down with lightning speed
+The track game good, it's alright with me
+I'ma keep dropping albums, each year
+Fold y'all niggas, beach chair
+I told y'all niggas, it's heat here
+Watch how y'all step, watch your feet there
+You blocking the shine of the chief here
+It's Keynote Speaker, leap year
+
+[Hook]
+Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son
+I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young
+Not here to fight, we call it fun
+Allah gave me light, real strong
+Meet me at the top, near dawn
+Damn right, nope, we always kill songs
+[Verse 2]
+Relentless, hustle, respect the fullest
+I'm ready, set, see my extra bullets
+I'm on deck, see, I'm next to do it
+My nest is blooming, my heart is fuming
+What you expect, man? The God is human
+I'm next to do it, my brain is fluid
+This is my anger, it's chamber music, now
+Here we are, to spank and bruise it, now
+Middle finger, if you think we lose it
+But you like it 'cause you choose it
+You can't coach me out my style
+I'm the millennium poster child
+Put in years, move at a slow pace
+As I watch y'all spit with no taste
+
+[Hook]
+Watch out, here it come, that's the spirit, son
+I can feel it in the air, I'm feeling young
+Not here to fight, we call it fun
+Allah gave me light, real strong
+Meet me at the top, near dawn
+Damn right, nope, we always kill songsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Uptwon 2019 Hjemmesnekk(Vers 1)
+Du ser meg i en cab, mafakka, where you at mafakka
+Albue ut av vinduet kall meg traplord Pappa, rett fra gamle skolen
+Vi har 2000 i blodet, la meg bare ta en kald en mens jeg Wu-tanger en joner
+Alle tapere må sone
+Chiller her med bitchen din har beina oppå bordet mens hun biter og hun klorer. Det er kaos on sight, hvis du ikke klarte Ios burde alle pusegutta dine bli hjemme i Mai
+
+(Ref)
+Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on
+Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone
+Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det
+Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s
+Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on
+Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone
+Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det
+Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s
+
+(Vers 2)
+Det er Uptwon mafakka, det er klart at det er snekk
+Ja vi veit du har venta lenge, så du veit at den blir frekk
+En og tredve puller opp for å dunke deg og dine
+I morgen ser du ikke vanlig ut, vi gir deg hodepine
+1415, 1410 ja den gjengen er på gli, tapper dama di i bussen og du ekke særlig blid
+Har noe molly oppi koppen og en feit J i kjeften
+Prøv å fakk med min qlique og du kan gjette deg til resten
+(Vers 3)
+Har vært ekte sia bleia, kompis hva er greia?
+Aldri sett et rullende imperie stjele seieren?
+Langefingeren vises stolt til alle som har noe å si
+Så kan Stax prøve å voldta seg fra sonetid
+
+(Ref)
+Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on
+Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone
+Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det
+Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s
+Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on
+Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone
+Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det
+Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s
+
+(Vers 4)
+Hun er en bad bitch, droppen assen den går lavt
+Puller opp i team med Simpsonwave, du vet det blir brutalt
+Eyo, DeathBITCH, er det nå vi skulle grilla, pæs oss tid og sted i Follo og få trynet deres drilla
+Så møter vi en ridder dritt, med skoa mi i trynet sitt
+Og om de gutta leker tett blir skallen knust og kjeven brekt
+Viber ut til slutt, holdt det ekte siden starten, pakker dracoen i backpacken og cruiser gjennom gaten
+
+(Vers 5)
+Vi er back på toppen og du veit vi gjør det bedre
+Vi har søsteren din i vranglås så hun trygler etter mere
+Bussen den er sidestilt så alle kanke leve sånn
+Oppegård har alltid skjønt hva russetiden handler om
+(Ref)
+Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on
+Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone
+Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det
+Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s
+Det er Uptwon mafakka vi er on
+Gi meg noe å tygge på, jeg er gone
+Blander ut det meste, alle sammen vet det
+Når gutta drar av sted så veit du bussen blower O´s
+
+(Outro)
+Du kan høre vi er back, gjør det big time uten effort
+2019 repper 86 det her er Uptwon RecordsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Outro[Talking]
+This is U-God, that's right, that's right
+I'm coming for the young, coming for the old
+Coming for the story that's never been told
+Yes! Yo, yo yo - you wanna hear that story 'bout that nine dirt-bomb brothers from Shaolin, you better cop that Raw
+Yo, yo, yo March 6th, Raw, I'ma give it to you, pick up that book
+
+[Outro]
+What you lookin' at?
+You all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be?
+You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy
+" So... what that make you? Good? You're not good
+You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie
+So say good night to the bad guy!
+The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Drama[Chorus: Letha Face]
+If you don't want the drama, bust your gun
+You don't want the drama, here I come
+You don't want the drama
+
+[Letha Face]
+Top chrome spin, whirlwinds, microphone's bend
+Some grown men, moan when they sold they soul to sin
+Unfolded with thin lies, the aura to make the papermate fry
+You escaped fate, watch the snake eyes
+Pre-heat the oven guides, now watch the cake rise
+Eight size gorillas in the background, clap rounds
+Back down, on July 4th in Chinatown, it's how the mack sounds
+Clown I'm a pound, you're a half-pound
+Scratched out, names from the guest list, treacherous
+Wreckless, the death kiss, die with a deathwish
+Expect this, underwater flow to leave you breathless
+My sentences structured to rupture your laser discs
+Razors in my fist, swing til I can't swing
+Do my damn thing, guns don't jam when I bang
+
+[Kawz]
+I went through concrete and bars, still hit the god damn tar
+The love of money got me wanting the car
+It's obvious that the game won't change, I still slang crack cocaine
+Got a full plate in front of me
+Son I gotta eat, no kids to feed
+So I gotta cop something new for my feet
+[Chorus]
+
+[INF-Black]
+Double tactics, smoke niggas out like crack addicts
+Face, pass it, I storm out wild, straight jurassic
+My habits: drink liquor, smoke weed, get bent backwards
+I play the lab, cuz I might spaz with ill fashion
+Crashin' all ya M.C.'s rep and drop classics
+Ya'll pretty boppin' get holes right your satan
+It's peace and clackin', keep it dirty in the stashin'
+You push me, homey, have your body layin' in Manhattan
+Yeah, I'm from Staten, where the streets talk, the block listen
+That's why I keep the gauge loaded 4/5 in the kitchen
+Three eighty in my waist, I ain't playin' what I'm sayin'
+Have your whole shit replaced, in broad day
+So I keep it low, had to stop coppin' from Broadway
+Ya'll phony niggas know you to slow to face me
+Get a taste of the young g, with the case of the Old E'
+When I shave the goatee, from frontin' with me
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[U-God]
+It's time, to set it off, master of metaphors
+You heard of this predator, Stoneface Skeletor
+Knocked down for ten long yards, I'm still standin' tall
+Ready for war, let it flow like the reservoir
+Dough in my treasure drawer, spit out my cannon ball
+Run for the embersole, yeah, I could handle ya'll
+Verses got many more, damage any challenge or
+Catch me splurgin' at the Virgin MegaStore
+Strong arm the dance floor, what more can you ask for?
+Dashin' bachelors, and let you fry the circuits
+I die for a purpose, behind the iron curtain
+I'm, puttin' my work in, at the same time the Earth spin
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Outro: Letha Face]
+You don't want to fuck with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Journey (Remix)[Verse 1: U-God]
+When it comes to this rap shit, not a stranger
+Not Cedric, but I’m a Entertainer
+Game changer, none can match it
+I’m a Master, I throw on the green jacket
+Takes practice, just to blaze mics
+I’m in the best shape of my life
+In fights with God vs. Devil
+I’mma beat them charges, I’m the hardest rebel
+I’m beyond your level, I’m stone and grit
+Sit back, let me Quincy Jones this shit
+Blown to bits, this is my territory
+My biography’s an amazing story
+Of blood and streets, love and deceit
+Slugs and heat, let the dog off the leash
+I’m a free MC, not DMC
+No contracts, contact TMZ
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+
+[Verse 2: Vast Aire (of Cannibal Ox)]
+Listen, I'm the talk of the town
+(Who's that?) Vast Aire, I am beyond sound
+It doesn't get iller, thrilla in manilla
+This is Can Ox, Kool Keith and U-Godzilla
+(We about that scrilla) New York's finest
+Life's a bitch, so I had to drill her
+I'm sick like salmonella
+Stupid, I drop albums without no filler
+In actuality, the bitch chose me
+How you getting mad when that's pimp rule 3
+How you getting mad when she called me?
+You saw it happen to Tyson, we keep the messages
+I don't got beef, I wave my hand
+The Original Man from Arabian sands
+Bleed twice and my mic is on
+This Ox, Tang and Dr. Octagon
+[Hook: U-God]
+Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+
+[Verse 3: Kool Keith]
+Tour bus, Orca, big shark walker
+Man with the ammo, y'all bring the grand piano
+Fitted hat on, superfly, walk around
+Shoot around your town like Hawaii Five-O
+Oprah come out your projects, I’m down with The Sopranos
+While I’m stealin’ em, head so big like balloon helium
+Guns with body suits, energize off poets
+See the king of kings, I manage Floyd Mayweather now
+Come up to the condominium
+And shake hands with the new millennium
+Larry and Armstrong insurance, me and U-God
+Any rapper come up, better speak to the doorman
+Throwing rice on the city, out the Carolina box
+Captain hat, finger popping your lady with the Air Nike shots
+Heavyweight, dumped around my waist
+I took it years ago from John Tate
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+[Verse 4: Vordul Mega]
+Universal verses given through unique ways
+And speech forward and rapid
+After hooks with an unusual reach
+Some fumble unstable on how to receive
+But never disputing the mystique
+Sudden movements to fecal team
+Blew reefer in long-gated hoodies with sneakers
+Seeked by these
+Secretly informed by agents that speaker these
+Within a scenery of G's that move in to speak with me
+In vicinity of imagery seen vividly
+And absorbed deep within the subconscious
+Establishing mentality
+Having reality breath
+Occurrence as patterns repeat
+Endurance is what matters and deems
+Kings the wrath from me
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+Here I go (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)
+I’m on my way (I’m the talk of the town, talk, talk of the town)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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