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Vic Mensa – We Could Be Free (On The Late Show) (Live)




[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother




Chronixx Building Schools In Jamaica and Ghana





Chronixx is using his own resources and his star power for a worthy cause.

The reggae singer announced on Instagram this week that he is building a school in Ghana and refurbishing another school in his homeland Jamaica. “We are now working with some of our elders of the Rastafari community and sisters like [Donisha] to make this into a possibility by JULY 2018,” he wrote.

Chronixx will be teaming up with Chakabars and Fuzeodg to raise $500,000 for the cause. “I’m teaming up with @chakabars and @fuseodg to raise $500,000,” he added. “We are building a school in #Ghana and launch a major refurbishing project at our Haile Selassie High School here in #payneland #jamaica. We are now working with some of our elders of the Rastafari community and sisters like @iamdonisha to make this into a possibility by JULY 2018. Visit @chakabars ig for more details…and stay tuned as we engage ourselves deeper into this noble initiative. All people within our global Rastafari and cultural community…Mek wi build some school…all a mi artiste and athlete and creative bredrin dem worldwide. Half a mil. #WeWillRiseTogether.”

You can contribute to the funds at Gofundme.com here. So far they have raised over 12,000 pounds.

Swipe left I’m teaming up with @chakabars and @fuseodg to raise $500,000. We are building a school in #Ghana and launch a major refurbishing project at our Haile Selassie High School here in #payneland #jamaica. We are now working with some of our elders of the Rastafari community and sisters like @iamdonisha to make this into a possibility by JULY 2018. Visit @chakabars ig for more details…and stay tuned as we engage ourselves deeper into this noble initiative. All people within our global Rastafari and cultural community…Mek wi build some school…all a mi artiste and athlete and creative bredrin dem worldwide. Half a mil. #WeWillRiseTogether

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African bad gyal – Wizkid feat. Chris Brown lyrics


Lyrics Wizkid – African bad gyal

Them no born me yesterday
Evrey gyal, want designer
Them no born me yesterday
I know say your love will cost me something
Girl you dey do me something something
Ee dey do me like igbana
I see the fire, bring the rice
Burnin’ like a cigarette
Baby girl are you from Ghana?
Or you coming from Somalia?
Ah you coming from Uganda?
Or you’re coming from Nigeria?(african bad gyal)

African bad gyal
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are.

Feeling the dancing, gan
Sarz on the beat, gan
Feeling the dancing, gan
Starboy kill the beat, yeah, ayyy.

Them no born me yesterday
Be a freaky girl and whine up
I put my hand up on the waist
Baby girl, you are the one, oh
Oooh, baby, you you got something
Gimme, gimme all of your love, I want it
Baby girl, stop with all the fronting
The way you dance, I know you want this
Baby girl, you from Angola
Sister from South Africa
Pretty girl, I wanna hold ya
Shout out to my ladies in Nigeria.

African bad girl
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are.

Feeling the dancing, gan
Sarz on the beat, gan
Feeling the dancing, gan
Star Boy kill the beat, yeah, ayy.

Say, if you like Galala, make you dance
Say if you like Konto, make you dance
Say if you like this or if you like that
Say you like bouncin’, make you bounce
Say, if you like galala, make you dance
Say if you like Konto, make you dance
Say if you like this or if you like that
Say you like bouncin’, make you bounce.

I love the things you do to me, I feel alright
I love the feeling, that I feel, I’m feelin’ nice
I love the things you do to me, I feel alright
You give me life, you give me life, you give me life
See, baby gyal, please, baby gyal jo fun mi
Omoge jo fun mi versuri-lyrics.info
Wit’ your sexy body, yeah, wit’ your sexy body
Baby gyal, please, baby gyal jo fun mi
Omoge jo fun mi
Wit’ your sexy body, yeah, wit’ your sexy body.

African bad girl
Baby, don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are.

Feeling the dancing gan, yeah, yeah
Sarz on the beat gan, yeah, yeah
Feeling the dancing gan, yeah
Star Boy kill the beat, yeah, ayyy.
Wizkid lyrics
Video gyal


Wizkid feat. Chris Brown – African Bad Gyal Lyrics


(Intro – Wizkid)
Starz pon the beat

(Verse 1 – Wizkid)
Them no born me yesterday
Every girl you want designer
Them no born me yesterday
I know say your love will cost me something
Girl you dey do me something something
Ye dey do me like Ghana
I see the fire, bring the rice
Burning like a cigarette
Baby girl are you from Ghana?
Or you call me from Somalia?
Ah you call me from Uganda?
Or ya call me from Nigeria?

(Chorus – Wizkid)
African bad gyal
Baby don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are
I’m feeling your dancing, huh
Sarz on the beat, huh
Eeh eeh, feeling your dancing, huh
Eeh eeh, Starboy, kill the beat, huh
Ehh

(Verse 2 – Chris Brown)
Them no born me yesterday
Be a freaky girl and whine up
I put my hand up pon the waist
Baby girl, you are the one, oh
Oh, baby you just got something
Gimme, gimme all of your love, I want it
Baby girl, stop with all the fronting
The way you dance, I know you want this
Baby girl, you from Angola
Sister from South Africa
Baby girl, I wanna hold ya
Shout out to my ladies in Nigeria

(Chorus – Chris Brown & Wizkid)
African bad girl
Baby don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are
I’m feeling your dancing, huh
Starz on the beat, huh
Eeh eeh, feeling your dancing, huh
Eeh eeh, Starboy kill the beat, huh
Ehh
African bad girl
Baby don’t change your style
Girl, I love you the way you are
The way you are
I’m feeling your dancing, huh
Starz on the beat, huh
Eeh eeh, feeling your dancing, huh
Eeh eeh, Starboy kill the beat, huh
Eh

(Outro – Chris Brown)
The way you are


Binary Star – Supreme Alphabet (Waterworld 3 Album)


[Intro]
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

[Hook]
It’s the supreme alphabet
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
It’s the supreme alphabet
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

[Verse]
[verse]
A boy can die early from guns
Held in justified killings like mike brown
Now officers patrol quick trip returning soon
To undermine violent weapons x yes zombies
Africans became captured during explorer flaws
Getting hauled in jumbo kits
Looking mostly nubian opposite perfectly quipped
Runnin’ shoot’em
The utmost visionaries were ‘xecuted
You (z)xenophobic atheist bitch
Chinky darkie easy faggot gay honkey’s itch
Jew kid loose mutt
Niggers outcast pussy queer retarded sluts terrorist
Ugly vagina weird
X-zibit y zip it rip it
Action be come drum
Everybody from ghana havana indiana johannesburg
Kenya luxembourg
Medina’s navajo nation outdoors preserved
Quietly situated reserved transformation
Using vaccinations
With x-tra x-tra yep yep zig zag papers
Air biology changing
Draining energy famous
Gaining hanging in jungle huts
Killin’ it long months not once
Phife quest rules
Shahid testifying universal verses with young zulus
Adrenalin benjamin’s
Centering degenerate
Energy givin’em hemorrhage’s interview jib-berish
Killin it limitless minutemen nemesis
Opposite penmanship
‘Quivalent resemblance
Smooth temperament
Unlimited verbiage without x-rated yankee zimmerman’s
Guilty or innocent? Finish him
Asiatic born cee decompoze equally freakin’ flo’s
Good hip hop international
Just king
Love mastering
Nations cipher (o) power
Hail to the queen
Rule self
Truth u-n-I-verse the victory
Wisdom unknown y?
Zig zag ziggety
What you know about the attic be? Cee ya


Eno – Fuchs (Xalaz Album)


[Part 1: Eno]
Du willst ein Foto, aber ich finde dein face gay
Du willst Haze, aber kriegst Stanni mit Hazespray
Du willst Benz fahren, ach mach mal langsam
Eno ist der King im Revier wie ein Aslan
Das ist erst der Anfang, druff auf black Afghan
Unsere Völker sind die, die Steine werfen auf Panzer
Sei froh, dass du ein Stück Brot frisst, wozu
Soll ich Angst haben, wenn es den Tod gibt?
Absinken, Wellritzstraße in der Einfahrt
Grüße, alle meine Jungs aus der Heimat
Sippis, die auf krass machen wollen
Sind auf einmal leise, wenn sie meine Hand küssen sollen
Große Fressen, aber leider nichts dahinter
Schieben, krassere Filme als Inder
Biri min, ich bin da, zeig mir die Pisser
Erst, fliegen Jabs und danach fliegen schwinger

[Hook: Eno]
Freitagsgebet, erste Reihe masha allah
Doch ein paar Stunden später siehst du, wie er Hash ballert
Fuchs Bruder, ich hab’ Augen überall
Der Teufel in mir flüstert: „Es ist Zeit für ein’n Überfall!“

[Bridge: Eno]
Fuchsbrudi, Fuchsbrudi, 183 bin ein Fuchsbrudi
Fuchsbrudi, Fuchsbrudi, 183 bin ein Fuchsbrudi
Fuchsbrudi, Fuchsbrudi, 183 bin ein Fuchsbrudi
Fuchsbrudi, Fuchsbrudi, 183 bin ein Fuchsbrudi

[Part 2: Eno]
Sitze, mit der Shisha, auf dem Balkon
Und träume von einem Koenigsegg in Carbon
Ich bin ganz unten, doch komme bald Hoch
Und hinterlasse Kunstwerke, so wie Van Gogh
Ich peitsch’ dich, mit der Gucci-Gürtelschnalle
Ein, Fuchsbrudi tappt nicht zweimal in die selbe Falle
Muck auf, markier ruhig den Held, was Rücken?
Ich vertrau nur mir selbst
Komme mit Kurdis oder Reshos aus Ghana
Bei Beef, verschwindest du wie Menschen in Tijuana
Bist drauf auf Ijuana
Ich hau’ dir deine Zähne raus
Platz eins Brudi, so sehen meine Pläne aus
Drogen ticken ist die Thematik der Deutschrapper
Bei dir läuft, aber Brate bei mir läuft besser
Ich geh’ auf die Straße, um Patte zu verdien’n
Du gehst auf die Straße, um Pokemon zu spielen

[Hook: Eno]
Freitagsgebet, erste Reihe masha allah
Doch ein paar Stunden später siehst du, wie er Hash ballert
Fuchs Bruder, ich hab’ Augen überall
Der Teufel in mir flüstert: „Es ist Zeit für ein’n Überfall!“

[Bridge: Eno]
Fuchsbrudi, Fuchsbrudi, 183 bin ein Fuchsbrudi
Fuchsbrudi, Fuchsbrudi, 183 bin ein Fuchsbrudi
Fuchsbrudi, Fuchsbrudi, 183 bin ein Fuchsbrudi
Fuchsbrudi, Fuchsbrudi, 183 bin ein Fuchsbrudi


Tech N9ne – No Runnin To Ya Mama (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)


Yeah, you must be throw’d
You gon’ make them thangs come up out that load
You ain’t built like that but you talk so cold
Yeah, we know

Hurts now, purps found cause a nigga squirt rounds
Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds
Like how his homies didn’t tell him to pull his skirt down
Now look at’cha
Loud mouth we found a round to match ya
Bound to smack ya, not a ground to catch ya
Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster
He talking hella shady
How I get it on the daily
They jelly bout my gravy but they crazy cause they think I won’t be banging like the 80s
Your homie was a movie
So we [?] him with the tooly
Got his family sick and woozy giving him the finger [?] and Joe Cooley
They hot around the collar
Cause I got a lot of shotters
So don’t nobody bother, if they try to then we stoppin’ they medulla oblongata
So be careful when you saucing
You could end up in the coffin
You better take precaution when you see real niggas crossing, shut the fuck up when we talking
If you get my killers heated
You’ll be curled up like a fetus
All them words, you’re gonna eat it
Every fist and all the feet is never ceasing when you pleaded
So I think you better comma
Or get lit up with the llama
KC all the way to Ghana, when you grown and start the drama, ain’t no running to yo mama, nigga

x2
No running to yo mama
When you caught up in the drama
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor

We the boss players
In this, industry and not SEGA
Nigga we are stop haters
We take ’em to the end and then it’s viva las vegas
If you tripping, y’all nuts
Cause we sick and all bust
So get the motherfucking pineapple, the rum and the coconut and mix it all up
We coming from the ghetto
And we keep the heavy metal
So you suckers better settle cause we turn a wolf and devil to a woman in stilettos
Cause they didn’t really want it
They was only in the moment
Hella talking, never on it
Had they’re chance and now they blown it cause the king was their opponent
He bit the hand that fed him
Run you over if you let him
All the homies wanna get him, heard the words when he said them now I know that he regret them
Cause we be getting money
And he be looking bummy
So keep the coward from me, when you see me don’t be chummy
Muh’fucking dumby
I know you can’t stand me
But you know that we go hammy
Have you sleeping like a xanny, hit them with a super whammy when I cut them from the family
We in every nook and cranny
Hit you when you’re in your jammies, when you’re in your manny panties
See me and my brother Sammy, ain’t no yelling for your granny and no running to your mammy nigga

x2
No running to yo mama
When you caught up in the drama
No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama cause you did nobody honor


Bonez MC & RAF Camora – Ohne mein Team (English Translation) Lyrics


[Bridge: Bonez MC]
In a group of six in the Mercedes, because all guys have to come along
A little bit of champagne for the girls and a fuck as a result
No law, no rules – let’s make bucks
Because it’s a good life like that – but never without my team

[Verse 1: RAF Camora]
I close the door of the apartment, when the party is complete
Monika, Sarah, Belinda from Instagram on my guest list
Menthol in the cigarette, soda in the drink
A chick wants that I sing “So lala” for her
She want’s me intimate
I don’t cooperate without my team
The sun shines through the curtain
Skin color: Ovolmaltine
Cocaine in the booth two by two
Death has distributed the death papers
Today, all my arabs are latinos
„Chica, ¿qué pasa?“; the boys are amigos
She passes the joint, let’s the homies hit it
Smoking – never without my team

[Hook]
Never without – without my team, never without – without my team
Hamburg, Berlin, West Vienna – never without – without my team
Never without – without my team, never without – without my team
Hamburg, Berlin, West Vienna – never without – without my team

[Post-Chorus: RAF Camora & Bonez MC]
Pop, pop – not at twelve o’clock, but at one o’clock is okay
One yalan, two yalan – at one o’clock is okay
A glass of Yamazaki – not at twelve, but at one o’clock is okay
A party everyday

[Part 2: Maxwell]
Don’t enter the stage, not without my team
Nobody takes our philosophy from us
Everything numb – lidocaine
Don’t ask, how much money I make out of a kilo
One chick to the left, one chick to the right
See you at the Echo – guest list of Maxwell
Bring me the rum, a case of the best one
Don’t need a hotel, baby, fuck backstage
What happens today will be suppressed tomorrow
Let the sun burn me at the beach
They bring the cops, I bring the gang
When it comes to violence, we are too consequent
All people from Ghana are Brazilians today
Prince Boateng from the Copacabana
Next level coma, the drugs are clean
All of them want to serve me topless, but never without my team!

[Hook]
Never without – without my team, never without – without my team
Hamburg, Berlin, West Vienna – never without – without my team
Never without – without my team, never without – without my team
Hamburg, Berlin, West Vienna – never without – without my team

[Post-Chorus: RAF Camora & Bonez MC]
Pop, pop – not at twelve o’clock, but at one o’clock is okay
One yalan, two yalan – at one o’clock is okay
A glass of Yamazaki – not at twelve, but at one o’clock is okay
A party everyday

[Bridge: Bonez MC]
In a group of six in the Mercedes, because all guys have to come along
A little bit of champagne for the girls and a fuck as a result
No law, no rules – let’s make bucks
Because it’s a good life like that – but never without my team

[Post-Chorus: RAF Camora & Bonez MC]
Pop, pop – not at twelve o’clock, but at one o’clock is okay
One yalan, two yalan – at one o’clock is okay
A glass of Yamazaki – not at twelve, but at one o’clock is okay
A party everyday

[Outro]
Hey, hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, he-e-ey
Hey, hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, he-e-ey
Hey, hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, he-e-ey
Hey, hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, he-e-ey


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