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Token – Chit Chat Lyrics


[Intro]
Red
(Oh my God, Ronny)

[Verse 1]
Sit on the couch, ho
Pimp shit intro to outro
Rich and I’m shallow, spit like thinkin’ I might choke
Drink like Cinco de Mayo
Tints on the ride home, bitch I’ve been tryna hide
Pop shit like Prince or a Michael
All white whip, it’s albino
By no means I’ma quit, I’ma die on top
Pop-pop to the enemy
Shot with a cop-cop tendency
Hot like I got-got felony
Gotta to be a dog, top, top, top pedigree
Give me top-top in the top-top mezzanine
While my opener on, right-right in front of me
Gotta fuck three for the night to be fun to me
Swipe, swipe, check the price, all on me
Homie is the best, strap to your chest like, like dungaree
Enemy, I hold smoke, bro I’m chim-chimney
I’m Soho living but I’m homegrown mentally
I’m so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me
My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his timbs Timothy
A boatload of women like we’re goin’ on a trip
Don’t trip ’cause my bro’s clip so-so finicky
The slowmo fuckin’ with the cold-cold Hennessy
Put me at peace like when KC and JoJo sing to me

[Chorus]
“What the fuck?”
By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich (Fuck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck)
When she get to toppin’, I Big Mac the bitch (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

[Verse 2]
She fuck like a celebrity more than me, uh-huh
I gotta repeat if she freak-freak, uh-huh
I never cheat-cheat but I see three of ’em
T-T, she call me T, I’m the boss and shit
Pray to that motherfucker like it’s a cross and shit
G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and shit
Smack that ass, now it’s redder than some MAGA shit
Stuntin’ like my daddy when I’m snappin’ at the mic
Trigger-happy, kitty catty on my lap, I got the mice
Nice fanny pack, I got a couple K, and that’s light
“Baby, did you really make a inde milli?” That’s right
All the women pretty, more petty than that
Chameleon with everything because I really adapt
I line them up and I’m like Kanye and 50 in the Rolling Stone
Head to head to head to head to head to head to head
Treat the homies like a bread knife, break bread
I be tryna count the bread ’til I’m braindead
Fresh, so clean, I do what Andre said
Baby I ain’t from Atlanta, I look like a bank-head
Head of the bank offices
Credit with great confidence
‘Bouta cop the presidential, I never debate politics
Henny, I’m eight bottles in
Baby, I’m faded, take me to bed where the runway model is
Fuck, what time is it? ‘Cause

[Chorus]
“What the fuck?”
By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich (Fuck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck)
When she get to toppin’, I Big Mac the bitch (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich


Jimmy Cliff’s “The Harder They Come” Added To Library of Congress


Jimmy Cliff’s led The Harder They Come soundtrack has been added to the Library of Congress’s National Recording Registry, an achievement for the album as it becomes only the second reggae album to have been recognized by the prestigious organization that recognizes impactful works of art.

In 2007, Burnin, the sixth studio album by the iconic reggae band, The Wailers, was awarded that distinction.

According to the Librarian of Congress, Carla Hayden, the album The Harder They Come, which was also the name of the title song of the movie- has been selected to be a part of 25 recordings that will be preserved for all times in acknowledgment of their cultural, historical or aesthetic importance in the nation’s recorded sound heritage.

“The National Recording Registry will preserve our history through these vibrant recordings of music and voices that have reflected our humanity and shaped our culture from the past 143 years,” Hayden said.

“We received about 900 public nominations this year for recordings to add to the registry, and we welcome the public’s input as the Library of Congress and its partners preserve the diverse sounds of history and culture,” Hayden said.

In terms of importance, the Library of Congress is the highest and most prestigious awards like the Billboard and Grammys fall under in terms of artistic recognition.

The Library of Congress also recognized the work of reggae’s living legend Jimmy Cliff. “In the case of reggae singer Jimmy Cliff, who starred in the first Jamaican-produced feature film, The Harder They Come in 1972, the movie soundtrack featuring six songs recorded by Cliff has been credited with taking reggae worldwide while also presenting other reggae stars to a global audience,” a press release from Hayden stated.

A humbled Jimmy Cliff, however, sees the recognition as a win for Jamaica and an inspiration for the music industry to create greater music going forward. “I think that’s a cool honour for the Jamaican music industry and myself, seeing that I have a number of songs on it. It’s encouraging for us artistes, producers and musicians to create even greater music; as for myself, it is my intention to do just that,” he told the Jamaica Gleaner.

The Harder They Come soundtrack

The Harder They Come features soundtracks from Jimmy Cliff who recorded six songs, Grammy winner Toots and the Maytals with two songs- “Pressure Drop” and “Sweet and Dandy”; Desmond Dekker with “Shanty Town,” and The Melodians who recorded “Rivers of Babylon,” The Slickers for “Johnny Too Bad” and Scotty with “Draw Your Brakes.”

The iconic songs dispersed throughout the movie tell the tale of the young Ivan, played by reggae artiste Jimmy Cliff, who was the protagonist as he moves from the countryside to the City in search of his dreams. Being innocent and unexposed, he soon learns how harsh the world can be as he dreams of becoming a singer. In spite of knowing he is talented capable, his abilities are exploited for little money by the half-white producers who are the gatekeepers of the music industry during this era. It was only after he resorted to a life of crime in an effort to figure out who he is- his music hit the airwaves and soon becomes the hottest sound on the airwaves. Being on a high from the attention and success of his music, which sadly only became successful due to his criminal notoriety, Ivan becomes an outlaw- taking on the persona of a cowboy as seen in the popular movies of the time, and before long, he too like the cowboys have a certain outcome as law enforcement close in on him.

The film was directed by Perry Henzell and co-written by Trevor D. Rhone. It is said the story of the film is loosely based on the true story of Rhygin, an outlaw hero who was popular among the poor inner cities in the 1950s. The film, the first of its kind, features all Jamaican voices in the mother tongue of the land- Patios- an authentic representation of Jamaican-ness in films rarely seen nowadays.

Henzell’s daughter, Justine Henzell, who is the owner of Jakes in Treasure Beach, St. Elizabeth, shared the news of the latest achievement of the film, even as her father has passed on. “We are thrilled that ahead of the 50th anniversary of the film, next year, the Library of Congress has honoured the iconic soundtrack that has helped established reggae music even further globally. And to think that this is only the second reggae album inducted after Burnin’ by the Wailers,” she said in a Gleaner interview.

She noted that by preserving the title, the Library of Congress ensures that 100 years from now, the album will be available in whatever format is being used in the future.

The Film The Harder They Come

The film was the first of its kind and became a local sensation on the island due to its natural and authentic portrayal of Jamaicans or rather afro-descended Jamaicans in areas across the island. According to Perry Henzell, at the time of the film’s release- “lack people seeing themselves on the screen for the first time created an unbelievable audience reaction.”

The film was released in February 1973 in New York City by Roger Corman’s New World Pictures to little attention. However, it became more popular when it was played to midnight audiences nationwide the following April. The popularity of the movie was limited outside of Jamaica and the Caribbean because the local Patois spoken by the characters was so thick that it required subtitles, something rather strange since Patois is still regarded as an English Language variant.

The Library of Congress says around the time of the film’s release, the soundtrack made its way to American audiences. Among Cliff’s six songs on the album are the title track and the seminal, Many Rivers to Cross, which has since been covered by myriad artistes, including Cher, John Lennon, UB40, Annie Lennox, and Percy Sledge.

Harden noted that although only the title track was recorded specifically for the movie’s soundtrack, “the album collected numerous reggae stars and presented essential works in the genre to a new global audience. This exemplar of the diverse sounds of reggae in the 1960s and ’70s has enjoyed enormous critical praise and continued popularity in the US. The album has appeared on every version of Rolling Stone’s Top 500 albums of all time,” a release added.

The Harder They Come soundtrack was released in 1972 in the United Kingdom on Island Records and issued in February 1973 in North America as Mango Records. It peaked at No. 140 on the Billboard 200. A year after the film was released, it was declared the “Rock Film of the Year” by Rolling Stone in 1973.

The movie was so popular that in 1980, it became a book written by Jamaican-American author Michael Thelwell under the same title. Fifty years later on, the movie and book still form a major part of academic discourses uncovered by the film, such as poverty and crime, race and class relations, and other social sciences topics at the University of the West Indies, Mona, and other academic institutions abroad.

Meanwhile, under the terms of the National Recording Preservation Act of 2000, the Librarian of Congress, with advice from the National Recording Preservation Board, selects 25 titles each year that are “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant” and are at least ten years old. Recordings by Janet Jackson, Kool & the Gang, Patti Labelle, Nas, Marlo Thomas, Louis Armstrong, Ira Glass, and Kermit the Frog are among the 25 titles which have been selected.

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Bts – Dynamite Lyrics


[Intro: Jungkook]
‘Cause I, I, I’m in the stars tonight
So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight

[Verse 1: Jungkook]
Shoes on, get up in the morn’
Cup of milk, let’s rock and roll
King Kong, kick the drum
Rolling on like a Rolling Stone
Sing song when I’m walking home
Jump up to the top, LeBron
Ding-dong, call me on my phone
Ice tea and a game of ping pong

[Pre-Chorus: RM, j-hope]
This is getting heavy, can you hear the bass boom? I’m ready (Woo-hoo)
Life is sweet as honey, yeah, this beat cha-ching like money, huh
Disco overload, I’m into that, I’m good to go
I’m diamond, you know I glow up
Hey, so let’s go

[Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin]
‘Cause I, I, I’m in the stars tonight
So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight (Hey)
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I’ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh

[Verse 2: V, RM]
Bring a friend, join the crowd, whoever wanna come along
Word up, talk the talk, just move like we off the wall
Day or night, the sky’s alight, so we dance to the break of dawn (Hey)
Ladies and gentlemen, I got the medicine so you should keep ya eyes on the ball, huh

[Pre-Chorus: Suga, Jimin, RM]
This is getting heavy, can you hear the bass boom? I’m ready (Woo-hoo)
Life is sweet as honey, yeah, this beat cha-ching like money, huh
Disco overload, I’m into that, I’m good to go
I’m diamond, you know I glow up
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jungkook, V]
‘Cause I, I, I’m in the stars tonight

So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight (Hey)
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I’ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh

[Post-Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin, Jin]
Dyn-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is dynamite
Dyn-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is dynamite
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I’ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh

[Bridge: Jungkook, j-hope, Jimin, V]
Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Light it up like dynamite
Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Dyn-na-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Light it up like dynamite

[Chorus: Jimin, Jungkook, Jin]
‘Cause I, I, I’m in the stars tonight
So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I’ma light it up like dynamite

(This is ah) ‘Cause I, I, I’m in the stars tonight
So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight (Alight, oh)
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I’ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh (Light it up like dynamite)

[Post-Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin, V]
Dyn-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is dynamite (Life is dynamite)
Dyn-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is dynamite (Oh)
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I’ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh


Upchurch – Tennessee Dreamin Lyrics


[Verse 1]
I used to stress myself to sleep, tryin’ to catch or grab success
Now I fight to leave this struggle ’til the veins pop out my neck
From me screamin’ at this microphone to get shit off my chest
But at the time I couldn’t flow and almost nobody had my back
Except my mama and she told me, “Don’t ever give up havin’ hope” (I won’t)
You can be a royal king if bein’ a king is what you want (I will)
So I soak my skin in ink on how I feel and inspiration
And I catch a couple Zs and I immerse and make a statement

[Chorus]
And I close my eyes and drift through the weeds
Of the fields wide open with the owls and the trees
And the snakes in the creeks got that muddy water ragin’
After the white church is shakin’ and the thunder lights the way
And past the double doors that open with velvet on the steeple
The only dream of mine is livin’ dreams out for my people
So let me grab a pillow and lay beneath the willows
And I’ll tell you all about it when I wake up from Tennessee dreamin’

[Verse 2]
Yeah I went to sleep in a broke down Ford with a cracked windshield and barely any money
Now I catch hell from these folks for turning my life around and makin’ myself somethin’
But I ain’t feeling bad, no not one bit, if you ain’t helpin’ yourself I don’t wanna hear shit

‘Cause I didn’t have help in Music City, I’m a high school dropout, didn’t even finish
No GED, no damn degree, now I’m talkin’ to folks with perfect GPA’s
Askin’ me about choices they gotta make with my voice on Rolling Stone magazine
‘Cause my face is a imagine of a genre across this road in all these American streets
And it freaks me out ’til I pinch my skin just to make sure that this ain’t a dream

[Chorus]
And I close my eyes and drift through the weeds
Of the fields wide open with the owls and the trees
And the snakes in the creeks got that muddy water ragin’
After the white church is shakin’ and the thunder lights the way
And past the double doors that open with velvet on the steeple
The only dream of mine is livin’ dreams out for my people
So let me grab a pillow and lay beneath the willows
And I’ll tell you all about it when I wake up from Tennessee dreamin’

[Outro]
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Ooh, Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’


Hotel Paradisio – Velella Lyrics


[Refrain]
Bleu dans le thème, la nuit est reine
Ça d’vient des chaines, tu penses tirer les ficelles
Récolte c’que tu sèmes, j’travaille ma graine
J’attends la grêle, que les billets tombent du ciel
J’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie

[Couplet 1]
Et pour les bas, ça fait des appels mais sur le banc avec des attelles
Plus personne répond à l’appel ; vodka pure, c’est pour ton baptême
Enterre des actes sombres sous le sol, il y aura toujours de la terre sur la pelle
On creuse nos tombes tous les week-end avec l’essence dans la vittel
Papillon porte, je prends d’la vitesse, on a des machettes pour les vipères
Plusieurs visages comme boule à facettes, c’est pour ça qu’on tourne en baskets
Beaucoup d’secrets, beaucoup de requêtes, y a de l’amour dans l’fond de la roquette
Faut de la bonne sauce pour faire ma recette, j’veux voir mes blagues creuser tes fossettes

[Refrain]
Bleu dans le thème, la nuit est reine
Ça d’vient des chaines, tu penses tirer les ficelles

Récolte c’que tu sèmes, j’travaille ma graine
J’attends la grêle, que les billets tombent du ciel
J’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie

[Couplet 2]
Rolling, Rolling Stone, rouler, rouler cône
Jamais capituler, studio capitonné
Volet, volet clos sous ton boléro
Commence comme Roméo, finis comme Romero
Buvez tes pensées, on a dépensé, toujours à danser sur des séquencés
Allure de banquet, projet de banquier, ça va décanter, et vous déchantez
J’ai pas débandé j’la mets de côté, j’avais me planter, bien trop remonté
J’ai des retombées, t’as des remontées, tu t’es présentée, déjà oubliée

[Refrain]
Bleu dans le thème, la nuit est reine
Ça d’vient des chaines, tu penses tirer les ficelles
Récolte c’que tu sèmes, j’travaille ma graine
J’attends la grêle, que les billets tombent du ciel
J’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie, j’essaie


Montana of 300 – Souvenir Lyrics


Play this song

[Verse 1]
We ask for God’s forgiveness but don’t ask for God’s permission
I’m your brother, not your opposition, please don’t block the vision
Yeah, yeah
The disappointment of seeing one of your soldiers fold
He chose that path, he burned that bridge, he’s on his own
The land of leeches make you wonder if the love’s real
I’ve been through that pain and that rain, I know how the mud feels
Not fill enough, try to knock me and then his blood spills
See when it comes to taking out jokers, I let my gun deal
Yeah everyone with me toting, don’t play with these niggas
You never know who gon’ shoot it, 3-man weave, nigga
They know we fresh and we spraying shit like Febreze, nigga
They say life’s a bitch and I know ’cause I made her leave niggas
Got your favorite faded, Hip-Hop’s Ali, I’m the greatest
And when you speaking the truth, I hope your prepared to be hated
The wind whispers in the ears of the listening skys
Our unity’s the biggest threat inside the enemies eyes
The futures, present, both effected due to histories lies
Here’s the key, set yourself free, stop being mentally blind
Pick up the jewels that I’m dropping ’cause we was meant to be wise
Beware of family and friends, especially the envious kind
My kids will mourn when I pass, but I won’t witness these cries
I hope when they need my guidance, they can remember these lines
Don’t stress when life when life gets you down, I been there too many times
Just let your energy drive, that’s how the misery dies

[Chorus]
Before I didn’t know a gangsta could die
Just cause you going through a dark chapter that don’t mean it’s the whole book
Lately I been looking for rain in the sky (Mhm)
Is this only rain I can have?
Everybody gets their share of the rain, but the sun will shine on you again
All this pain up inside, but I’m trained to survive
Before I didn’t know a gangsta could die
Lately I been looking for rain in the sky (Mhm)
Is this only rain I can have?
All this pain up inside, but I’m trained to survive

[Verse 2]
I told my sons, “You’re future kings and always try your fucking best”
Told my daughter, “You’re a queen, don’t ever accept nothing less”
Life’s a bitch that’s short and fast, so she’ll be down like “just a sec”
Always be cautious when it’s work by someone that’s of the flesh
I’m sorry if it’s too debonair for your jealous ears
I had the drip way before the drip, blood, sweat and tears
They wanna trip, I know that road, I let ’em steer
They’ll get exposed, they always fold when death is near
Fly guy with that hammer, bitch I was Thor for real
Wet niggas up, yeah I made ’em pay, no water bill
No man alive with a set of ears can ignore the skill
We are not the same, you’re like Jermaine, I’m more Shaquille
G-O-D’s my sword and shield, ignore the fake, absorb the real
And when I’m riding with my daughter, I’m gon’ bump some Lauryn Hill
This writer’s blessed and giving messages that’s deep as Jordan Peele’s
And it’s not spiritual if the slave owners had to force the field

[Chorus]
Before I didn’t know a gangsta could die
It’s not spiritual if there’s anything in between
Lately I been looking for rain in the sky (Mhm)
Spiritual is a connection between the creator and what he created
Is this only rain I can have?
Everybody gets their share of the rain, but the sun will shine on you again
All this pain up inside, but I’m trained to survive
You can’t tell a tree how to be a tree
Before I didn’t know a gangsta could die
In order for it to grow, all it needs is God’s rain
Lately I been looking for rain in the sky (Mhm)
Is this only rain I can have?
All this pain up inside, but I’m trained to survive
Don’t let ’em break your branches

[Verse 3]
Stood firm when hope was gone, trap house, no home alone
Mom’s couldn’t leave coke alone, I snap hard like broken bones
Each line is dope alone, haters can’t over throw ’em
They might pop up for my bread, I keep that toaster on
My AK blast, it spit so fast, you’ll think it wrote for Bone
Fuck shit I don’t condone, life just goes on and on
Watch how you talk to your children, try not to mold ’em wrong
I try and coach my own, poppa’s no Rolling Stone
If you love life then maybe you should chill, bitch I’m too for real
I keep that iron like a Caddy, I can’t lack, no Coupe DeVille
If I come down and strike yo’ ass, man they gon’ swear that Zeus was here
When you’re a king, it ain’t no room for tears, for one, I’m too sincere
And through the years, I never moved with fear, so I’m not used to tears
Y’all saying, “Jesus take the wheel”, God gave you that, so you should steer
I pray to God and he never responds, but Lord, if you can hear
When I die please take my soul and keep it like a souvenir


Hopsin – Fire Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Hopsin]
Fire
Cause bitch I got that, bitch I got that
Bitch I got that fire

[Verse 1: Hopsin]
Yo, I got the dopest flow cause I know how to rope the floor
I’m bombin’ shit like [?] cause it’s the way I’m ‘sposed to go
I’ll lift yo ass like smoking dro, this nigga ain’t got no control
I think I’m finna overload, I’m hot, give me a Coca Col’
Roll how a solider roll
Hey wait a minute, hold the phone
This rapper has a bogus dome, you’ll never be a Rolling Stone
Of course I’ll be a Rolling Stone, I’m finna be holdin’ chrome
We’re from the [?] forcing him to thrown me on
I got this hip-hop shit locked
You think when my shit drops I’ma be a big flop? Bitch, not
(Heh, ha) Yeah you got me gigglin’ like a fat kid who ticklish
Cause y’all gon’ buy the shit and that’s the end of it
Cause-

[Chorus: Hopsin]
I got that fire for ya, I feel like I can blow up
Fire
Cause bitch I got that, bitch I got that
Bitch I got that fire
I got that fire for ya, I feel like I can blow up
Fire
Cause bitch I got that, bitch I got that
Bitch I got that fire

[Post Chorus: SwizZz]
I got that fire, I’ll take you higher
I got that fire, I’ll burn it up

[Verse 2: SwizZz]
Hopsin let me hop in and drop shit
I drop kick whack emcees that talk shit
You thought if whether or not you could stop this
That hot shit, Hop rockin’ with is accomplished
It’s SwizZz mothafuckas, I don’t need no intro
Dutchin’ on the beat, I don’t walk, I tip-toe
Yell like a schizo when I get dough
Act up, I’ll put you on blast like pistols
I wanna be the one your girlfriend gossips about
Like when I stick my sock in her mouth
I mean, like when I stick my cock in her mouth
I got that (Fire!) ain’t no stompin’ it out, yeah

[Chorus: Hopsin]
I got that fire for ya, I feel like I can blow up
Fire
Cause bitch I got that, bitch I got that
Bitch I got that fire
I got that fire for ya, I feel like I can blow up
Fire
Cause bitch I got that, bitch I got that
Bitch I got that fire

[Verse 3: Hopsin]
Yeah, somethin’ like Lucifer
The shit I preach is new to ya homie, I’m fully suited up
Killin’ ’em like I’m nuclear, nigga Hopsin is truly a
Genius up in the studio, nigga I’m steady movin’ up
My gas prices leavin’ my cash lifeless
Gettin’ my assed hyped, I filled it up last night
I’m down to my last dime, I’m down to my last rhyme
And this is the last time the president snatched mine
I’m out of my mind, wait no, my mind is out of me
You not as hot as me, I sculpture the game like pottery
So just say “Hi” to me cause I’ma be here for a while
See but niggas robbin’ me when they get a deal when they rhymes is weak
And I ain’t with that shit, forget that shit, I’ll rip that shit
I’ll flip the script on any trick who think he spit that crazy shit
Crazy shit? You crazy bitch? You make me sick, I hate this shit
I got the mothafuckin’ fire for ya, yeah you cravin’ this

[Chorus: Hopsin]
I got that fire for ya, I feel like I can blow up
Fire
Cause bitch I got that, bitch I got that
Bitch I got that fire
I got that fire for ya, I feel like I can blow up
Fire
Cause bitch I got that, bitch I got that
Bitch I got that fire
I got that fire for ya, I feel like I can blow up
I got that fire
Cause bitch I got that, bitch I got that
Bitch I got that fire


Kanye West Settles $10 Million Lawsuit Over Canceled Tour


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Kanye West has settled the $10 million lawsuit over his canceled Saint Pablo Tour, according to reports.

The Grammy winner canceled the remaining dates of his Saint Pablo Tour back in November 2016. “The remaining dates on the Saint Pablo Tour have been canceled,” a rep for West told E! News in a statement at the time. “Tickets will be fully refunded at point of purchase.”

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E! News later learned that exhaustion was to blame and according to an insider, West was working around the clock on various projects including fashion designs while also trying to make sure to spend time with family.

Months later in summer of 2017, West and his touring company, Very Good Touring, filed a $10 million lawsuit against Saint Pablo Tour insurers Lloyd’s of London.

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In court documents obtained by E! News in August, West’s team alleged breach of contract and breach of good faith and fair dealing.

“More than eight months later, the insurers have neither paid on the multi-million dollar claim nor denied the claim,” Kanye’s team stated in court documents. “Nor have they provided anything approaching a coherent explanation about why they have not paid, or any indication if they will ever pay or even make a coverage decision.”

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The attorney representing West’s touring company in the lawsuit, Howard King, told Rolling Stone in a statement Wednesday that “the dispute has been amicably resolved.”


Did Vybz Kartel Confirmed He Is Recording Music In Prison


Vybz Kartel is either just trolling us or confirming that he has been recording music in prison.

Since December, Kartel has been very active on Instagram, a tool he used to keep his fans up-to-date with his new music and post new photos of himself and his kids. On Monday, he shared a meme which pretty much expressed how he feels about his haters. “When badmind a wait fi hear seh Vybz Kartel stop voice inna prison,” the meme reads. In short, he is taking shots at his haters who want to see him stop recording music behind bars.

In 2016, Vybz Kartel broke his silence about the controversial issue of him recording music in prison. Not only did he dismissed the claims, he also said electronic devices are not permitted in prison which begs the question how is he able to be on Instagram so frequently?

“I’ve always been a prolific songwriter, and I record at breakneck speed as well, so I have a lot of surplus material to choose from,” the dancehall deejay told Rolling Stone. “There is a recording studio at another correctional facility [in Jamaica] but none here … cellphones, laptops, or any Internet-capable instrument are prohibited items.”

That same year, the National Security Minister ordered the department of corrections to conduct an investigation to determine if Vybz Kartel and other musicians are illegally recording music in prison. The investigation came up empty-handed, but the prison reinforced its security operation while also installing cellphone jamming devices. It’s also illegal for Vybz Kartel to be recording music in prison and if caught, he could be sent to solitary confinement and faced other penalties.

Nevertheless, he has been dropping more music than even artists who are free and his team has been saying that his slew of new music s from previously recorded unreleased material. That still doesn’t explain how Kartel has been deejaying about things that are happening now and he has been incarcerated since 2011. Unless he is a time traveler.

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Kendrick Lamar’s ‘Damn.’ Tops Rolling Stone Best Albums Of 2017


Kendrick Lamar is soaring high on Rolling Stone list of 50 Best Albums of 2017.

There are very little folks who would disagree that Kendrick Lamar drops one of the best, if not the best, albums this year, DAMN. So it should come as no surprise that Rolling Stone named the project the best album of the year. The LP sold 603,000 album-equivalent units in its first week to open at the top of the Billboard 200 chart in April of this year. It went on to top the chart for four non-consecutive weeks and has since sold over 800,000 traditional album units and over 2 million album-equivalent units.

The album DAMN. has already picked up an American Music Award for Favorite Album Rap/Hip-Hop Album and a BET Hip Hop Award for Album of the Year. The project is also one to watch for the upcoming Grammy Awards. With the release of DAMN, Kendrick Lamar cemented his place as one of the top five rappers of this generation, a topic that is a constant debate in hip hop culture.

Further down on Rolling Stone’s list of 50 Best Albums of 2017, Migos album Culture ranked number nine following an impressive run this year as trap music begins to gain more traction in the mainstream. JAY-Z’s critically acclaimed new album 4:44 ranked number twelve and some of the rap legend’s fans are not too happy about that and think the project should at least be top five this year. “Hov’s 4:44 is easily top five albums this year, no way some of these pop artists drop a better project that Hov please revise this list,” one fan wrote.

SZA’s Ctrl came in at number twenty, while Drake’s More Life came in at number 27 just one place higher than Vince Staples’ Big Fish Theory. Chronixx is the only reggae artist to make the list with his Chronology album ranking 48.


GoldLink – Pray Everyday (Survivor’s Guilt)


[Hook]
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam

[Verse 1]
Hold my black nina in the sky shoot it high
Maybe hit an angel watch it fall down, fam
Free the whole posse, free the guys
All my life been addicted to the pussy that’s my vice, yeah
Drinkin’ drinkin’ drinkin’ all my problems
I don’t need nobody, I just need my bottle that’s for certain
Put the pussy on the pedestal
I don’t got no industry friends, cause I’m rude
So I told myself

[Hook]
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam

[Verse 2]
Momma pray everyday, head straight
Kept my head right, round my whole state
You know you gon’ have to keep a bad bitch
You know that the younger niggas look at you
Ride with a nigga, yeah they feel you
Cactus for my Citron, know I had to
But the music business think that you gon’ take our chance nigga
Pass Kanye, and be the man, cool
DC, yeah you know they fucking proud of you
Wilding out, shout out Luciano, yeah we’re fine now
Out this motherfucking, prolly be up in the White House
White bitch talking ’bout she love her niggas blacked out
From the north than begin the south
Went to Penthouse suite from sleeping up on momma couch on momma house
And momma gave him momma slave and now her son is getting paid
And papa was a rolling stone now his son on Rolling Stone
And all I said was shit

[Hook]
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons, keep the haters
Keep ’em, keep ’em

[Outro]
Lord I pray for wealth and power over all these motherfuckers
For the DMV to reign for many moons
Fuck these rappers. Fuck these labels
Fuck these bitches. Fuck these bitches, you hear me
They killed my nigga and I pray for revenge
Control me and use me the way you would allow me to
Amen


Good Charlotte – I Just Wanna Live


I need an alarm system in my house
So I know when people are creepin’ about
These people are freakin’ me out (these days)
It’s getting hectic everywhere that I go
They won’t leave me alone
There’s things they all want to know
I’m paranoid of all the people I meet
Why are they talking to me?
And why can’t anyone see?
I just want to live
Don’t really care about the things that they say
Don’t really care about what happens to me
I just want to live
I rock a law suit when I’m goin’ to court
A white suit when I’m getting divorced
A black suit at the funeral home
And my birthday suit when I’m home alone
Talking on the phone
Got an interview with the Rolling Stone
They’re saying, â??Now you’re rich, now you’re famousâ??
Fake ass girls all know your name and
Lifestyles of the rich and the famous
Your first hit aren’t you ashamed
Of the life, of the life, of the life
We’re living
I just want to live I just want to live
Don’t really care about the things that they say
Don’t really care about what happens to me
I just want to live
Stop your messing around boy
Better think of your future
Better make some good plans boy
Said everyone of our teachers
Look out, you better play it safe
Never know what hard times will come your way
We say, where we’re comin’ from
We’ve already seen the worst that this life can bring
Now we expect it everywhere that we go
All the things that they say
Yeah we already know
I just want to live
I just want to live
Don’t really care about the things that they say
Don’t really care about what happens to me I just want to live


Leon Russell – If The Shoe Fits


Can you get us in free
My girlfriend and me
We like the songs, but we hate to pay
Can I have your guitar
Can I ride on your car
Can you give me a role to play

Can I have an autograph
Can I sit in your lap
Are you really into witchcraft like they say
Can I follow you home
Can I use your telephone
Can we crash here for just a few day
We’re from Rolling Stone so it’s okay

Oh, What was your name
You’re someone I’ve seen
Has anyone said that you look like James Dean
Can I sit in your lap
Can I give you the clap

Can we rap but don’t have much to say

Can I have your guitar
Can I ride on your car
Can you give me a role to play
Can I follow you home
Can I use your telephone
Can we crash here for just a few days
We’re from Rolling Stone so it’s okay, Ah ha!

Can you do a benefit
Have you got any shit
Have you made your peace with Jesus yet today
Would you like to be a monk
C’mon lets go get drunk
Do you think Paul McCartney is okay
Can we crash here for just a few days
Ah, we’re from Rolling Stone so it’s okay




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