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Hodgy Beats – I’ll Be Good




[Intro Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 1]
I could’ve went about a lot of things in different fucking ways
I should’ve but I didn’t
It’s crippling nigga, losing weight
I’m moving at an abusive pace
I’m due to race
When you pit-stopping the ones who help you, you screwed your face
You think I’m wanting to apologize well I’m not like shoes to lace
And what I do tomorrow depends on what’s due today
I’m fueling the wrong energy
Misusing hate and love
And I’m moving out on the move in date
Bruising emotions brutally
Cruising and coasting crucially
Boojie boasting, doobie smoking
Cloud from fumes and rooms of haze
Coochie open, I’ma stroke it then I’ma dip out to LA
Sipping lean and counting green
And recording until the room is vacant
When you’re [?] are never mistaken
Give somebody what they want and it’s never mistaken
I just pray my health is well like cartons when you shake it
And once the carton to my mind opens up, you’ll have to refrigerate it

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process

[Verse 2]
No more bad trips, no more episodes
Drugs turn your mind into a vegetables
No more internet thuggish, bugging out in public
Man no more [?] songs
No more random pussy for me
I kicked the pedestal
And chilling with premature bitches I know that’ll never grow
X marks the spot to the treasure box in which the treasure holds
From anonymous to Allen I
From the Golf Wang store to Babylon
I got friends in comas from overdosing
I know homeless people with more hope then
Niggas that get punched in the chest
Welcoming them demons with their arms wide open, bogus
They disappear in the gallows of shadows where the ghost is
The plagues dying from AIDS
Magic Johnson hocus pocus
Bought a new wanda for my camera
Take a shot after I focus, them double exposures
I live in a house in the woods
I’m all alone, I’m an ogre
Hiking the marrow mountains, avalanche stumbling over

[Pre-Hook]
They tell me "oooh, you need to slow down
Slow down, slow down your pace"
They tell me "oooh, you’re moving too fast
You need to slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down your pace"

[Hook]
Part of the process
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process
And if you want what you need
What you need is just an object
Mistakes are part of the process
(A part of the process)
Mistakes are part of the process, heard me
Mistakes are a part of the process
Mistakes are part of the process




U-Free – My New Black Benzo lyrics




So you say you like my new black Merce
And I say I like you, dear
All I really need is to stop for a sec
​To get a six-pack of beer

Drape your pretty legs on the dash
Unloose your hair and put on your shades
You can be sure I have enough cash
​And certainly ain’t got no AIDS

It’s so great to have you on the front seat
And drive like Max
To the cop behind the billboard say “Bye”!
Oh, baby, lift me up, take me to the top!
I really ***** want this
Baby, keep it up and please don’t stop
And then give me one more hot kiss
Sugar, take me down, shaking like James Brown
And now ***** you see
What we two can be
When we are free
My sweet girl, you and me
Oh yeah!

Let’s drive down Interstate 92
It’s pretty cool from what I’ve heard
We’ll find some place to get you a tattoo:
A dragon and a bird

My buddy just came back from doing time
Hard labor on this road
No cracks or bumps, benzo fine
​He really did a good job!

It’s so great to have you on the front seat
And drive like Max
To the cop behind the billboard say “Bye”!
Oh, baby, lift me up, take me to the top!
I really ***** want this
Baby, keep it up and please don’t stop
And then give me one more hot kiss
Sugar, take me down, shaking like James Brown
And now ***** you see
What we two can be
When we are free
My sweet girl, you and me
Oh yeah!

(Let’s drive down)
(Let’s drive down)
(Let’s drive down)
(Let’s drive down)

Oh, baby, lift me up, take me to the top!
I really ***** want this
Oh baby, keep it up and please don’t stop
And then give me one more hot kiss
Sugar, take me down, shaking like James Brown
And now ***** you see
What we two can be
When we are free
My sweet girl, you and me
Oh yeah!


Wyclef Jean – If I Was President 2016 (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)


Yea, election time is coming
Who you gonna vote for? Yea…

[Hook]
If I was president, I’d get elected on Friday
Assassinated on Saturday
Buried on Sunday
They go back to work on Monday
If I was president (If I was president)
If I was president (If I was president)
If I was president (If I was president) yea…

[Verse One]
Instead of spending, billions on the war
I can use that money, so I can feed the poor
Cuz I know some so poor, when it rains that’s when they shower
Screaming fight the power
That’s when the vulture devour

[Hook]
If I was president, I’d get elected on Friday
Assassinated on Saturday
Buried on Sunday
They go back to work on Monday
If I was president (If I was president)
If I was president (If I was president)
If I was president (If I was president) yea…

[Verse Two]
I know some soldiers, that sleep but they can’t dream
Wake up with screams, sounds of M16’s
So take this Medal of Honor, for you bravery
I wish you the best care, for you and your family

[Hook]
If I was president, I’d get elected on Friday
Assassinated on Saturday
Buried on Sunday
They go back to work on Monday
If I was president (If I was president)
If I was president (If I was president)
If I was president (If I was president) yea…

[Verse Three]
But the radio won’t play this, they call it rebel music
How can you refuse it? Children of Moses
Tell the children the truth, the truth
It’s not all that bling that’s diamonds
Tell them the truth, the truth
Most of y’all wear cubic zirconium
Tell them the truth, the truth, YEAH!
Your soul is worth more than diamonds

If I was president
All blacks would have reparation no segregation
Feed the nation so there’s no famine
Muslims, Jews, Christians, would all hold hands
Every week on the beach, party by the sand
Word up, take trips on Air Force One
Only to bring the homeless with no sneaks the Air Force Ones
Better schools in the hoods, better teachers in the classes
Making money paying no taxes
Find the best scientists, tell them come up with the answer
I want the cure for AIDS and cancer
But I gotta watch my back
The sniper’s on the hill, with the still
Waiting to JF kill

[Hook]
If I was president, I’d get elected on Friday
Assassinated on Saturday
Buried on Sunday
They go back to work on Monday
If I was president (If I was president)
If I was president (If I was president)
If I was president (If I was president) yea…

I feel the rain coming
Let me play my guitar for them right now, let’s go
Refugees
YEAH!


Little Simz – King Of Hearts (feat. Chip + Ghetts) (Stillness In Wonderland Album)


[Hook: Little Simz]
Oh, finish starters all day
King of hearts, we don’t play
I will show no remorse
If you bring that traitor my way
If you’re crossing my land
Better understand you ain’t safe
King of hearts, we don’t play
King of hearts, we don’t play

[Verse 1: Chip]
Flow’s on thunder, man
Fuck it, light up a thunder pack
Took the CH off Chip and I put it on Alice
Hit the chalice, now I’m in wonderland
Life’s just a gamble, darg
52 deck of cards, I’m the king of hearts
Two bars, I could start the party
24, I could done your dance
So wah da bumba ras?
These bars off to a crazy start, mm
Mad with it, yeah, I’m crazy, darg, mm
Why you mad? I’m just playin’ my part, mm
Switch numbers on niggas, they be gettin’, no dial
They know a nigga goes in when I zones out
You want a verse? Sorry, no reception
But you know I got Simz like a mobile
I get gassy and boundaries brake
That’s why we break the rules in the game
Know yourself, know your place
Know your history, stay in your lane (likkle man)
Live by old school code from day
Don’t fuck with everybody ‘cuh that’s how you get AIDS (mad ting)
You see an MC, I see a hoe
I done took off more heads than Henry the Eighth

[Verse 2: Little Simz]
I done took off all heads, have ’em served on a plate
When you address me, its your grace or I can have you meet your grave
I see you wanna be on a shy ting
Ducking and diving, come out of hiding and show your face
I had to call upon the greats to off niggas in a heartbeat
Hardly, even begun a proceedings of the party
They say "how this girl be running shit? Nah it can’t be"
Nobody here can control or demand me
Off niggas then holiday in Bali
I been building and now look what I made
Ain’t it amazing and now niggas wanna invade
Are you ‘dey craze?
Pardon me, can’t be chiefed
Young but a part of me’s older
See, had a milli’ on my mind since Tha Carter III
Kill ’em but remain kind, where my heart should be
What

[Hook: Little Simz]
Oh, finish starters all day
King of hearts, we don’t play
I will show no remorse
If you bring that traitor my way
If you’re crossing my land
Better understand you ain’t safe
King of hearts, we don’t play
King of hearts, we don’t play

[Bridge: Little Simz]
Ooh, look at me go
Everything stops when you look at me go
Old rappers need to quit talk about legacy
I don’t give a fuck about what he or she sold
Switch, might just bag your bitch
Got bodies in bags and shit
Better tread carefully and I mean that shit
You could, you could fuck around and get smoked, woah

[Verse 3: Ghetts]
I am not to be played with
Bully in any playground that I played in
Eat MCs, knife, fork and plate ’em
You don’t wanna know what I’m contemplatin’
Kill ’em all
Direct or subliminal
Over there is where?
I direct my subliminals
Who should I send for?
I ain’t gotta say no name
I am so descriptive with it
The fans and critics all know who it’s meant for
Kill a student and his mentor
I said peace but I meant war
I said sweet but I meant corn
I said ski but I meant board
You MCs never went school
Basic brains on empty, this is petrol
Nah, this is jet fuel
Nah, this is Ghetts’ fuel
Nah, this is mental
Where’s the Magnum? It’s essential
You’re alright, potential
I’m sure tonight will be eventful
But stay away with your morning breath, it’s menthol

[Hook: Little Simz]
Oh, finish starters all day
King of hearts, we don’t play
I will show no remorse
If you bring that traitor my way
If you’re crossing my land
Better understand you ain’t safe
King of hearts, we don’t play
King of hearts, we don’t play

[Bridge: Little Simz]
Ooh, look at me go
Everything stops when you look at me go
Old rappers need to quit talk about legacy
I don’t give a fuck about what he or she sold
Switch, might just bag your bitch
Got bodies in bags and shit
Better tread carefully and I mean that shit
You could, you could fuck around and get smoked, woah


Kanye West – All I Need

October 11, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Niggas can’t be serious, man
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Yo I’m the reason metal detectors go off the meter
‘Cause I’ll run through the airport with the heater
Gets the fag at his plane, and if I miss him
Put two in his brain at the baggage claim
Give him… heavy sluggage, tryna get his luggage
Send him to the crossroads, we way too thuggish
Shit, we at odds ’til we even up
‘Til you leave on a stretcher or I leave in cuffs
Niggas wanna live, they done breathed enough
And I bet you next time they’ll believe in us
It don’t take much brains to know we bust things
My gat must bang, through your Mustang
Ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma ku sa
Niggas seen Kanye, red dotted them
Hurry up, stash the guns, the cops gon’ come
And we gon’ say we don’t know who shot at ’em
Come on
[Hook]
All I have is my real niggas (What?)
Get this cash with my real niggas (Come on)
Give my last to my real niggas
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas
All I have is my real niggas
Get this cash with my real niggas (Come on)
Give my last to my real niggas (Come on)
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas

[Verse 2: Cristina]
Y’all niggas ready for war? I’m ready
Easy with the clip, girl, hold it steady
Man I’m ’bout to squeeze back, cock and bust hot lyrics
Cock back, pop, and touch y’all spirits
Send ’em to hell, make their residence more evil
This beat here make me wanna kill four people
Three niggas and one hoe, turn bitches to Jane Doe
Send ’em past rainbows, with the ankles
Hit ’em from all angles, bring the pain though
Blow out the candles, the show’s been cancelled
Man, y’all niggas better believe somethin’
‘Fore I squeeze somethin’ and leave somethin’
It ain’t nothin’ with my real niggas

[Hook]
All I have is my real niggas
Get this cash with my real niggas (That’s right)
Give my last to my real niggas (Come on)
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas
All I have is my real niggas
Get this cash with my real niggas (Come on)
Give my last to my real niggas (Come on)
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas

[Verse 3]
I feel like one lady, five babies and four fathers
Six months searchin’ for jobs and no offers
No heat ‘cept for the stove
Sleep with two layers of clothes, still wakin’ up cold
I’m real, like AIDS
Like the pain you feel when your nigga get strained
That’s why I got issues like I got pistols
I gotta make your mama cry but I got tissues
I confess, I’m a gangsta
But I drop my flag, still cock back and drop a fag
Leave him in a bag with a tag on his metatarsals
Awfully ill, man, awfully real
Thugged out, but I’m God’s property still
And if I up the steel, I’ma probably kill
If not, you’re paralyzed from the waist down
Alright dog, you’re the king? I’m the ace now
Face down

[Hook]
All I have is my real niggas (You know)
Get this cash with my real niggas
Give my last to my real niggas (That’s right)
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas (For my real niggas)
All I have is my real niggas (That’s all I have in this world)
Get this cash with my real niggas
Give my last to my real niggas (Konman Productions)
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas (Brian “All Day” Miller, come on)
[Hook]
All I have is my real niggas (That’s right)
Get this cash with my real niggas
Give my last to my real niggas
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas
All I have is my real niggas
Get this cash with my real niggas
Give my last to my real niggas
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas


Kanye West – All I Need Lyrics

October 10, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Niggas can’t be serious, man
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Yo I’m the reason metal detectors go off the meter
‘Cause I’ll run through the airport with the heater
Gets the fag at his plane, and if I miss him
Put two in his brain at the baggage claim
Give him… heavy sluggage, tryna get his luggage
Send him to the crossroads, we way too thuggish
Shit, we at odds ’til we even up
‘Til you leave on a stretcher or I leave in cuffs
Niggas wanna live, they done breathed enough
And I bet you next time they’ll believe in us
It don’t take much brains to know we bust things
My gat must bang, through your Mustang
Ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma ku sa
Niggas seen Kanye, red dotted them
Hurry up, stash the guns, the cops gon’ come
And we gon’ say we don’t know who shot at ’em
Come on
[Hook]
All I have is my real niggas (What?)
Get this cash with my real niggas (Come on)
Give my last to my real niggas
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas
All I have is my real niggas
Get this cash with my real niggas (Come on)
Give my last to my real niggas (Come on)
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas

[Verse 2: Cristina]
Y’all niggas ready for war? I’m ready
Easy with the clip, girl, hold it steady
Man I’m ’bout to squeeze back, cock and bust hot lyrics
Cock back, pop, and touch y’all spirits
Send ’em to hell, make their residence more evil
This beat here make me wanna kill four people
Three niggas and one hoe, turn bitches to Jane Doe
Send ’em past rainbows, with the ankles
Hit ’em from all angles, bring the pain though
Blow out the candles, the show’s been cancelled
Man, y’all niggas better believe somethin’
‘Fore I squeeze somethin’ and leave somethin’
It ain’t nothin’ with my real niggas

[Hook]
All I have is my real niggas
Get this cash with my real niggas (That’s right)
Give my last to my real niggas (Come on)
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas
All I have is my real niggas
Get this cash with my real niggas (Come on)
Give my last to my real niggas (Come on)
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas

[Verse 3]
I feel like one lady, five babies and four fathers
Six months searchin’ for jobs and no offers
No heat ‘cept for the stove
Sleep with two layers of clothes, still wakin’ up cold
I’m real, like AIDS
Like the pain you feel when your nigga get strained
That’s why I got issues like I got pistols
I gotta make your mama cry but I got tissues
I confess, I’m a gangsta
But I drop my flag, still cock back and drop a fag
Leave him in a bag with a tag on his metatarsals
Awfully ill, man, awfully real
Thugged out, but I’m God’s property still
And if I up the steel, I’ma probably kill
If not, you’re paralyzed from the waist down
Alright dog, you’re the king? I’m the ace now
Face down

[Hook]
All I have is my real niggas (You know)
Get this cash with my real niggas
Give my last to my real niggas (That’s right)
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas (For my real niggas)
All I have is my real niggas (That’s all I have in this world)
Get this cash with my real niggas
Give my last to my real niggas (Konman Productions)
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas (Brian “All Day” Miller, come on)
[Hook]
All I have is my real niggas (That’s right)
Get this cash with my real niggas
Give my last to my real niggas
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas
All I have is my real niggas
Get this cash with my real niggas
Give my last to my real niggas
Cock back, blast, for my real niggas