Thread: Lyrics thread....

okay, one more and i'm done for now-- this one is dedicated to all the ignorant idiots who say that all hip hop does is promote violence. . . gotta look past the commercial BS they play on the radio! this is also by blackalicious. . . .


shallow days


I just keep moving on... (moving on...)
I just keep moving on... (moving on...)

Time and time, a brother asks why
The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta touch
I said simply "because I don't live that way
Still kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough"
"But that won't sell,
cause you gotta keep it real
so that we can feel
where you're coming from
Because these streets is ill so if you ain't
killing n****s in rhymes
your whole sound's just bubble gum"
I said "I won't contribute to genocide;
I'd rather try to cultivate the inner side
and try to evolve the frustrated ghetto mind
The devil and his army never been a friend of mine"
"But n****s don't wanna hear that shit" said the brother
Who was obviously totally misled and yelled out
"murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influenceable thoughts
Of our kids' heads

Shallow days, you never wanna
Let a brother be a brother
Fully inner to the outer
Caught up in all them hollow nights
Can't escape cause everywhere that I look
People frontin', and it just ain't right
[repeat]

I said "Don't you know the powers that be
are using people as pawns, devouring we
until they see us all gone and outta the scene"
And as I passed the chronic, he said "look at where I be,
I tried to get a job for real,
but all the homies hit liq's and rob and steal
and keep fat pockets caught in a rut to catch ground
this way's in, plus who could you trust?"
I said "I'm all about protecting mine,
but neglected minds be getting left behind.
Why don't you change your environment?"
He said "This is all I know,
plus my fam's all that I got, I can't go"
I said "You gotta make it for the fam"
"Damn," he said "I didn't make the ghetto,
The ghetto made the man"
I said "You're more than just that,"
Shook his hand, said "Damn, you gotta find a way
To break the devil's master plan, peace"

Shallow days, you never wanna
Let a brother be a brother
Fully inner to the outer
Caught up in all them hollow nights
Can't escape cause everywhere that I look
People frontin', and it just ain't right
[repeat]

The word "peace" is just an expression
Used to say bye when it's time to jet
And them red black and green medallions
Was all just part of the trend, I guess
Hardly ever see them around brothers' necks no more
Instead of that gold gats
Inspiring gangstas and macks
Who at the young age of four
Be seeing more drama than war veterans
Instead of learning God's law
And hip-hop is our voice so we enlist that
To express how we be feeling about this and that
But music does reflect life
And kids look up to what you're portraying
And mimic what you act like
It's time for a new day
An era in rap, conscious styles,
Makin' them aware of the happenings
But their ears seem more steered towards
Self-annihilation so then they might laugh
And write this off, like I'm out here just
Blowing wind, maybe label us soft or unreal,
Something they just can't feel, while they yell
"murder murder murder, kill kill kill"

I just keep movin' on (moving on ...)
I just keep movin' on (moving on ...)

Shallow days / hollow nights
[repeat]


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i'm gonna add one more to that theme. . . .


KRS-One - squash all beef



Hah, respect!
All crew, all massive, everywhere in the world
You practice the art of hip-hop
This goes out to every boy and every girl
Give me relief! I sing!
Give me relief! Squash all beef!
Don't let these arguments destroy us! I sing!
Give me relief! Squash all beef!
Don't let these arguments destroy us!
Check it

All beef can be squashed if you want it
But instead of forgiveness, ego you flaunt it
Everybody gets into two or three quarrels
Leadin to a squabble, someone will die tomorrow
Life is not a thing you can borrow
All beefs don't have to lead to sorrow
will ya, go out tomorrow
I think, you should think about the beef you got
And confront your enemy before it gets too hot
Never feel ashamed, to say, Yo G I'm sorry
I apologize, the object is to stay alive

I never ran from the Klu Klux Klan
and I shouldn't have to run from a black man
I never ran from the Klu Klux Klan
and I shouldn't have to run from a black man
Yeah!
Give me relief! Squash all beef!
Don't let these arguments destroy us! I sing!
Give me relief! Squash all beef!
Don't let these arguments destroy us!

He said she said, but she said she didn't
Face gets hit, and then, bullets start spittin
No one's admittin to their wrong doing, unfittin
revenge we're pursuin, look at what you're doin, LISTEN
Release the calm and that should carry it
Be a mental vegetarian indulge in no beefs, like the
fish in the aquarium, you'll enjoy it while you're tryin it
There is no seperation between the mind and the environment
Like a bolt of lightning
I'm givin 5000 volts of the occult while I'm writin and recitin
I've come to enlighten black and white to the meaningless fightin
Clash of the titans ain't right
and it's wrong so the song reflects
for too long we've been vexed at each other
Every sister, every brother..
You've gots ta LOVE one another

I never ran from the Klu Klux Klan
and I shouldn't have to run from a black man
I never ran from the Klu Klux Klan
and I shouldn't have to run from a black man

Yeah!
Give me relief! Squash all beef!
Don't let these arguments destroy us! Check it
Give me relief! Squash all beef!
Don't let these arguments destroy us! Ha hah
Give me relief! (That's right)
Squash all beef!

If I ruled the schools, from pole to pole
the entire judicial system would fold
I would get rid of the books cause they bogus
and in school, Knowledge of Self would be the focus
Kids would flock to the schools like locusts
Cause school now relates to them, and you would notice
violence in society would be a minimal
Cause the education yeah, would now be metaphysical
Not livin by laws, but livin by principal
If you disobey, the UNIVERSE gets with you
We would study giving so no one would steal
And we would read each other's magnetic fields
Petty crimes times petty crimes
equals prison for lifetimes
The universe divided by two
equals me and you
Me and you, go into the universe once
or as one united front
But listen up, when I was growin up in hip-hoppin
we had a thing called Jailhouse Boxin
That's why I'm STILL here rockin
cause my competition never pulled a Glock in, yeah

Give me relief! Squash all beef!
Don't let these arguments destroy us! I sing!
Give me relief! Squash all beef!
Don't let these arguments destroy us! Yeah!
Give me relief! Squash all beef!
Don't let these arguments destroy us! I sing!
Give me relief! Squash all beef!
Don't let these arguments destroy us!
Whattup Sadat X?

Keeping the Blackalicious going


[Chorus x15]
Make you feel that way

[Verse One]
Up an early for the hope of a brand new day
See a homie you ain't seen since back in the day
Fresh haircut fitted wit a fat ass fade
End of work, we chilling on a Saturday
How you felt when you first heard the data came
Rakim KRS hey I had that tape
Cooling out with ol girl on a fat ass date
Find a hundred dollar bill wow man that's great
Get promoted at your job up to management
Plot a long time finally a plan has made it
Time I feel I wanna shout, man its real that way
Wanna think of things that make you feel that way

[Chorus x15]

[Verse Two]
Christmas day when your mamma got your first bike
Type of feeling when you went and when your first fight
How your team felt winning championship games
Celebrate in a huddle dancing in this rain
Have a thought see a shooting star cross your screen
Put in hard work finally your living your dream
Deaf man get his hearing now in come vibes
Blind man get sight see his first sunrise
Dumb man speaking out, now he's load and clear
Earth through your chout smile so proud ya wear
Going in your third eye for the styles ya hear
Making music that'll bump for a thousand years
Eating right feeling conscience like health is first
Said a prayer that's sincere and you felt it work
Times I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way
When I'm thinking things that make you feel that way

[Chorus x15]

[Verse Three]
All up in her vibe something coming over me
Summer days more likely that you notice breezes
Winter days more likely that you notice heat
When I'm warm more likely that you notice me
In the dark it's more likely that you notice light
In the light more likely that you notice night
Hungry more appreciation for that meal
Dead broke more appreciation for that grill
A bad day'll make you really notice ones that's good
And that'll make things a little better understood
Times I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way
When I think of things that make you feel that way
Make you feel that way...

(Ya know its like ahh like the most greatest feeling you could ever feel
you like just total illation. Sunny day, just that day.
You know its just like you know just the most joyous feeling
you could ever comprehend. You know, chilling with your family.
You know just you know just really really feeling,
feeling the moment, with the folks. Ya know really really really just chilling.
It's love. It's love. It's love)

Lil Wayne - Tha Block Is Hot

Wha wha wha wha wha wha wha wha wha

Straight off the block hoe
Vest in my hand trustin no man
Got my glock cocked
Runnin insane ya understand
They be screamin look whoa-day
I swear dem boys crazy
Holigrove nigga where I was raised in
They be bussin' heads hoe, runnin duckin feds hoe
Rocks under they tongues hoe, keys under their bed hoe
Good for them real soldiers 24-7 hustlers
Until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckas
Aint no love for no busta
No fear for no coward
No respect for no slut
And no money without power
We keep them nggas hotter
Uhhhh, man sick amd sour
Pull up in an Eddie Bauer and glock on him every hour
Some of em' like that powder
holdin' up with their dreads
So stiff and some toot it up in their veins
From the home of the game
jackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin' live from the block is Lil' Wayne

Juvenile: Wodie you got that ya-yo?
B.G.: Then cut something for me.
Juvenile: Wodie you let them k's go?
B.G.: Then bust something for me.
Juvenile: You duckin' the law.
B.G.: You betta run from em' whoa-day.
Juvenile: Are you playin with that broad?
B.G.: Then won't you front something whoa-day.

Lil' Wayne:
The block is hot, the block is hot ha ha
The block is hot, the block is hot ha ha
The block is hot, the block is hot ha ha
The block is hot, the block is hot ha ha

Watch your step on my section
Gotta walk lite, and talk lite
You'll be shot out under the street light
So you can't see nobody's beats like
And we like to dress in all black in my residence
And we ain't got on no suits cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents
And ever since coke's been out
Niggas been on the trip ya'll
So you betta watch who ya playin with
Cause a nigga will try to flip ya'll
Then hit ya'll
Can ya'll
Then put a gun to your drug
Catch ya breath
No just catch a slug
It's street smarts dualing in niggas that keep spots
When the heat starts ain't nobody got sweethearts
Rollin with shorts
You could come try to cheap talk me
We cut ya weak shawt
Them lil' boys don't give a damn
Call out for the people hesitate to kill a man
Run in his house, kidnap a nigga and his fam
Tie them up and put them in the van
Stick a gag in his jaws
mmm..smuhh..
one move blow his khaki-ass off

Whoop! here come them people cause the block is hot
chicka-pow bust ya gun cause the block is hot
spuhh-chuu... cook it up cause the block is hot
say lil' whoa-day just hook it up cause the block is hot

My block on fire, baby my block burn
My block on fire, nigga what about churn

Mr Lif. - I Phantom

Check it out
I been waitin', playin', for a long time
X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind
I turn on the TV, I see crime
Script written diligently and aired on time
Push the power button, now I'm to the tower somethin
Opened up my fridge and found nothin
Tipped to my room with an aura of gloom
Wishin' I could write another tune
But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes
Wanna shed tears, but it's not possible, there's
The burden of things I couldn't bear
Feelings weren't dealt with properly
Remorse follows me
With his good friend, the threat of poverty
Here's where I am, versus where I think I oughtta be
There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance
I take a look at myself and at first glance
I see who I recently thought to be me
Based on identities public and private
Behold the radio pirate, ya nigga
A felon, chillin' with a gun to your melon
A pimp with his pockets swellin', a jester
A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be
Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject
Hopin' to detect life, erect what god gave
Human laws are laid, we go to war, come back
And come up with more
I'm kind, friendly, your worst enemy
Charming, crass, and potentially
Dangerous, have you ever heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

This is not my beautiful melting identity
The thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe line
Is personal, one amongst many is the macro,
Made from the pain of the fragile

(repeat 3x)

I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts
Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom

Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses
Are somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envisionin
free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream? Time for another story
One where I don't choke to keep afloat
I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
Reality in this world is bought and sold
A very limited scope of life is shown
And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled
Left to erode in my humble abode
You won't hear me because I got no loot
You don't hear me because you don't compute
I'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

Single mother, who are you? (I phantom)
Office worker, who are you? (I phantom)
Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)
Tryin' to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)
Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)
Hard-workin', broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)
Seekin' education, who are you? (I phantom)
Can't get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom)

Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that
we're well qualified to
represent
the LBC

Me and Louie we're gunna run to the party and dance till the rhythm it
gets
harder

Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye

Me and my girl we got this relationship
I love her so bad, but she trats me like shhh
All locked down like a penitentiary
She spreads her lovin all over
and when she gets home
there's none left for me

Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to
represent
the LBC

Me and Louie we're gunna run to the party
and dance till the rhythm it gets
harder

Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
ba da ba bye bye

So take this veil from off my eyes
My burning sun will some day rise
And what am I gunna be doin for a wife
I said I'm gunna play with myself
Show them now we've come off the self
Summertime and the livin easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to
represent
the LBC

Me and Louie we're gunna run to the party
and dance till the rhythm it
gets
harder

Evil
Evil
Tension
Tension
Hold her
Water

Evil come to tell you that she's evil
most definitrly
Evil, horny scandalous and evil
most definitely

The tension is growing hotter
I'd like to hold her head underwater

Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with RAS-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to
represent
the
LBC

Me and Louie everybody run to the party
and dance till the rhythm it gets
harder

Heart of the City (Where's the Love)

[jay-z]
Uh, uhh, listen
First the fat boys break up, now every day i wake up
Somebody got a problem with hov'
Whassup y'all niggaz all fed up cause i got a little cheddar
And my records movin out the sto'?
Young ****s spittin at me, young rappers gettin at me
My nigga big predicted the shit exactly
"mo' money, mo' problems" - gotta move carefully
Cause faggots hate when you gettin money like athletes
Yung'uns ice-grillin me, ohh - you not feelin me?
Fine; it cost you nothin - pay me no mind
Look, i'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for frontin
Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs
Damn though mans i'm just tryin do me
If the record's two mill' i'm just tryin move three
Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do e
Hopefully they'll menage before i reach my garage
I don't want much, **** i drove every car
Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers
Bird-ass niggaz i don't mean to ruffle y'all
I know you waitin in the wing but i'm doin my thing
Where's the love?

"ain't no love, in the heart of the city.."
I said where's the love?
"ain't no love, in the heart of town.."
Yeah..

And then the fugees gon' break up, now everyday i wake up
Somebody got somethin to say
What's all the ****** fussin for? because i'm grubbin more
And i pack heat like i'm the oven door?
Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall
But everytime i hit the ground i bounce up like roundball
Now i don't wanna have to kill sound bar
Don't wanna have to **** back the four pound bar
Look scrapper i got nephews to look after
I'm not lookin at you dudes, i'm lookin past ya
I thought i told you characters i'm not a rapper
Can i live? i told you in ninety-six
That i came to take this shit and i did, handle my biz
I scramble like randall with his
Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin is numbers fam
Jigga held you down six summers; damn, where's the love?

"ain't no love, in the heart of the city.."
Niggaz, where's the love?
"ain't no love, in the heart of town.."
Holla at me!!
"ain't no love" (take 'em to church) "in the heart of the city.."
Uh, uh, uh - my nigga where's the love?
"ain't no love, in the heart of town.."
****

Then richard pryor go and burn up, and ike and tina turner break up
Then i wake up to more bullshit
You knew me before records, you never disrespected me
Now that i'm successful you'll pull this shit
Nigga i'll step on your porch, step to your boss
Let's end the speculation, i'm talkin to alla y'all
Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait
Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
Y'all don't know my expenses, i gotta buy a bigger place
Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie?
Nigga respect the game, that should be it
What you eat don't make me shit - where's the love?

Where's the love?

"ain't no love, in the heart of the city.."
"ain't no love, in the heart of town.."
"ain't no love, in the heart of the city.."
"ain't no love, in the heart of town.."
"ain't no love, in the heart of the city.."
"ain't no love, in the heart of town.."

"ain't no love.."

blackalicious is ace

Originally Posted by Thnikkaman

Keeping the Blackalicious going


[Chorus x15]
Make you feel that way

[Verse One]
Up an early for the hope of a brand new day
See a homie you ain't seen since back in the day
Fresh haircut fitted wit a fat ass fade
End of work, we chilling on a Saturday
How you felt when you first heard the data came
Rakim KRS hey I had that tape
Cooling out with ol girl on a fat ass date
Find a hundred dollar bill wow man that's great
Get promoted at your job up to management
Plot a long time finally a plan has made it
Time I feel I wanna shout, man its real that way
Wanna think of things that make you feel that way

Didn't blackalicious make a song called Alphabet aerobics, that was completely insane?

AGAINST ME!!!

"Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists"


Sleep on pillows made in Singapore
Wrapped in comforters
Sweatin' through sheets
Drinkin' coffee in the morning
Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas

And your house is made of wood
Central air, central heat
You've got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for, for safety

And you walk in leather shoes
Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
And you do what you do
'cause doing, you start to form a habit

And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
And if something doesn't break
I'm just gonna go, go ******* insane

Away

And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty
You do the dishes, when the sink's full
And when the refridgerator's empty
Well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, to go the store

You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten

I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer is singin' to me
I hate this melody
I hate this stupid ******* drum beat

But I'm not gonna tell anyone
What I'm really thinking about
Keep the conversations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everything's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright [x2]
Alright [x11]

Hoes...I just got your missed call.

I'm calling you right now.

Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian,
With nothing to return to but the demons in their caves

Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian,
And the children in the fields all sowing seed and chaffing wheat
Oh, to be prince caspian with stumps instead of feet

Oh to be prince caspian
Oh to be prince caspian
Oh to be prince caspian

Originally Posted by Benetto

Didn't blackalicious make a song called Alphabet aerobics, that was completely insane?

http://youtube.com/watch?v=i-dJ6xbrWHQ

love that song, it's my ringtone.

chemical calisthenics is good too

"You Look Like I Need A Drink"
Against Me!

In the closest alley, in the first doorway, he pushed up against her and closed his eyes.
He said, "This is probably the worst decision that I've ever made."
She laughed and smiled. She said, "I'm sure you do this all the time...right?"
And as the morning came and the city woke and in the building people all went to work,
As their rides out of town came they parted ways she said, "Do you know when you're coming back again?"
Dig it deeper, deeper, and farther still, bury it up and over and into the ground.
All these lies will grow in ways that we never thought possible.
If you quiet down down down, so soft of a sound, you can hear it all coming back after you.
Quiet down down down, so soft of a sound, you can hear it all coming back after you.
And Now you want to take it back, you think you might have ****** up.
Waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracked skull,
There is yelling all around, get up, get up please start breathing.
And the moment will come when you finally realize the results of decisions and choices in your life.
Can you hear it all coming back after you?
Down down down, so soft of a sound, can you hear it all coming back after you?
Down down down, so soft of a sound, can you hear it all coming back after you?

AGAINST ME!!

"Unprotected Sex With Multiple Partners"
*no it is not about sex.... Tom Gable is an amazing writer

Everyone's a critic, but hey they really respect your talent.
Have your manager call my manager, and we'll make records together.
At this level of success in entertainment, there are certain connotations.
It's a "you give we take" relationship.
The kids just wouldn't understand it.
Come on now, how long do think this is really gonna last?
How long can you hold their attention before they move on to the next band?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?

Coordinate the marketing, label, publicity, touring.
Consult on, timing and presentation.
Go ahead put this in context.
It's 3 points on production, 15% to management,
10% to the agent, 5% to legal representation.
We call it our insurance plan to stretch the inevitable as far as we can.
Gotta make your money while you got the chance,
do whatever it takes to sell this.

On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
(Let's go)
Just how desperate can we be?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how angry can we seem?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how ****** up can it get?
Go buy our record and see.
Just how much can we bleed?
We're completely irrelevant on LP and compact disc.

On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?
On the inside.
On the inside.
On the inside.
Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside?

still waiting for MB to put up some BUSH lyrics..... lol