Tag: Russia


T-Wayne – Fuck Russ Lyrics




[Intro]
[?] on that beat
Yeah, foreign, foreign, foreign

[Verse 1]
I told em, fuck Russ
You ain’t shit
You a bitch
Diamond wrist, peep the drip
Water whip, Plain Jane, new Mulsanne
Shorty wanna give me brain, cuz the fame (yea, yea)
I’m coming live and direct
I got you niggas upset
Hoping out the private jet, got your bitch wet
Snake on my belt, lookin like a new pet
Cut my ex off, need a new thang
Copped a new chain and a pinky ring
Southwest airline, that’s a plain jane
I just dropped a bag and the Blue Flame

[Chorus]
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing

[Verse 2]
I’m hoppin off of a jet
I’m on a run for a check
I gotta flex
I put your bitch in a vette
Runnin up plays like I’m Brett
I got her wet
I got my gun like a sketch
Keep that bitch I ain’t impressed
Don’t give a damn bout my ex
Fuck on her friend and I jet
I want Patek Phillipe
I got my choppa on me
I fuck around in the suite
I be feelin like skreets, bitch I be geeked
Light up the sweet in a suite
I be ridin’ a foreign
You know the engine be roarin’
I’m outta space like the orbit
The whip gotta horsey
You would think it was Ralph Lauren
I’m on the track like Jeff Gordon, yea

[Chorus]
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing




Musicals – Chess – Anatoly And The Press lyrics




Reporter #3: [Spoken]
Excuse me, Mr. Sergievsky, why are you leaving
Russia? What about your wife and family?

Reporters:
How long was this planned?
What made you defect?
Did anyone help you?
And do you expect
To be joined in your exile
By loved ones, e.g. your wife?
Or are you starting again
In all aspects of life?

Reporter #7: [Spoken]
Will you be defending your title next year in
Bangkok?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Walter, you bastard, you never told me you and
Global would fix all this!

Walter: [Spoken]
Welcome to the West, Anatoly.

Reporter #6: [Spoken]
Why did you leave Russia?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
I don’t leave anything!


Musicals – Chess – Embassy Lament lyrics


Embassy Officials:
Oh, my dear how boring,
He’s defecting
Just like all the others,
He’s expecting
Us to be impressed
With what he’s done here,
But he hasn’t stopped
To think about the paperwork
His gesture causes–
We’ve an embassy to run here.

If these people can’t strike
Blows for freedom
With a valid visa,
We don’t need ’em.
If we seem offhand
Then please remember
This is nothing very special
He’s the fourth we’ve had
Since last November.
Who do these foreign
Chappies think they are?

Official #1:
And when he’s safely in the West
He’ll be the hero to discuss.
The media will lionize him,
Fame and fortune plus,

Officials:
No-one will recall it’s
Thanks to us.

Official #1: [Spoken]
You have a wife?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Yes.

Official #3: [Spoken]
You have two children?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Yes.

Official #2: [Spoken]
And they’re not coming with you?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
No, not for the moment.

Official #4: [Spoken]
You play chess. You are good at it?
[Official #3 whispers in #4’s ear]
Oh. I hear you’re world champion.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Since yesterday.

Officials: [Spoken]
That’s still good.
[Sung]
Have you an appointment
With the consul?
If you don’t
We know what his
Response’ll be,
He will not see you–
With respect it buggers up
His very taxing schedule,
Pushing peace and understanding.
Let us hope this won’t affect it.

Far too many joker
Cross the border,
Not a single
Document in order.
Russia must be empty
Though we’re all for
Basic human rights,
It makes you wonder,
What they built the Berlin wall for
Who do these foreign
Chappies think they are?

And when you’ve
Filled in all the forms,
And been passed
Clear of all disease,
Debriefed, debugged,
Dedrugged, disarmed,
And disinfected, please
Don’t forget the guys
Who cut your keys.


Shia LaBeouf – Hattrick Freestyle Lyrics


Me again
It’s heat again
Thats three of them
You’d think I was trying to achieve something
What’s the reasoning?
What’s been eating him?
Why’s he got this gusto?
I just finished playing tennis like I’m John McEnroe

Compare me to Brando, Eminem
Pen to pen
I’m better then him and him
20 men, 2 teams of QM’s, with new gems
Who all know him, could speak fluid
I just do this
The truth is, I’m Kubrick
You lose this
Your roof is in jeopardy
Ebro, needs no accessory
Please know you equal a cent to me
Your raps Phil Spector g
Alive for a century
Maintaining impressively

Give him a hand, not applause
His draws is hitting the sand
Can’t get it
Cause attempting Risks shit in his pants
Ignorant, insignificant man
The difference is damn!!!!!
Thats me and your like, “Uh-huh”
You better hide like Trump with Russia
You from the side where guys be stuck up
I’m from the side where guys get…

Emailing Ben to get at me
While I’m in Tallahassee
Pull my phone start writing in taxis
Paying the flat fee
Making it nasty
Great like I’m Gatspy
At you like you owe me
Re-cooper like Bradley
So you agree?
Are you beaten or what?
You got the demeanor.. of a vacuum-cleaner
You suck
Your archeology
I’m the shit—I’m colostomy
Eat you for the novelty
Harbor no animosity
This is all for fun and for free
Just killed rap’s bougoisie
You not hip-hop, you’re
Youre MM-Bop
Just an obscure fruit my dude your kumquat
I’m cultured
I’m umlaut
Above t-dot
That’s three dots like texts when your thinking bout the response
Connection
That’s my profession, holmes
I’m an accessible spectacle
I’ll be in Atlanta when my schedule’s flexible

Dealing with dummies both of you should take some classes The masses ask for this hat trick
Eating red vines and the guy who writes on sunglasses
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
This my last line cause you cats ain’t rapping much


P Money –


[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 1]
Yo, I don’t play, this is not EA
Minimum wage? Promoter, behave
Make sure I’ve got a rider onstage
And three hotel rooms, prepaid
Got a big lyric called “what did he say?”
When I start it, the crowd say “what did he say?”
But I don’t repeat it on the third line
But I hit ’em with the fourth like “what did he say?”
Cause I’m grimy when I’m rhyming with my hood up
In quick time and when I ride in, I get a pull-up
If it’s a hype ting, we’ll slide in when I pull up
DM sliding when I glide in, skrrt, pull up
I does this, then man shoulda, woulda, coulda
I got clarity, dem man dududududu
I’m P Money in a snapback and my hood up
But I’m Wiley to every single girl that I stood up, cause

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 2]
Yo, fam, let me tell you why I’m nang
Probably the first grime man in Japan
Every single MC that clashed me ran
Left with their girlfriends, I left with their fans
Money Over Everyone, yeah, that was me
Put together dubstep and grime, that was me
Bosnia, Russia, Australia, Croatia
Can’t forget Germany, bro, that was me
If you wanna spar me, you are barmy, you need an army
You ain’t dark, G, can’t dark me cause I’m a darkie
Can’t harm me, run up, charge me or disarm me
I’m old school but I ain’t Atari, bro, wallahi
My conservative labour works more than a party
Nah, G, on my own, I was calling the party
Humble with it, but I’ll get a D Double rewind
If you might see me go back to being nasty

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 3]
Like yo, let me tell you why I’m cold
Made a lot of bangers, [?]
“Slang Like This”, man, you already know
“10/10” now, you already know
Younger than them but I was one of the seniors
Badded up festivals and I done arenas
They ain’t even done this and they was on a major
I ain’t even dropped no album, idiots
Zim zimma, I was getting bigger and bigger
They couldn’t say I weren’t the winner when I got in the bimmer
They can’t buy my style, I’ll six-figure the bidder
They call me chinchilla cause I’ll put their chin on a chiller, it’s mad
Are you hearing the way I’ve been flowing? It’s mad
All the rates and the raves I’ve been going, it’s mad
Lowkey at the show so we go in the back
When your chick picks me up, we go in the back

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes


B.o.B – Summers Day (Elements Album)


If money is your God who’s your devil?
If everybody die what make’s you special?
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if it’s crowded
Okay now I’m acting childish but hey
Don’t force your religion on me
And I won’t force my non-religion on you
Truth’s the only thing I’m devoted to
So am I equal or just boredom to you
So Bobby, fourth album how does it feel?
Ever wonder why every artist run out on they deal?
The price you pay to sell out record stores
When they say they sell they soul it’s not a metaphor

Yeah
I wonder if JFK tried to warn us a storm was around the corner
Most of these law enforcers just force us all in a corner
They make it harder for the foreigners
Your son your wife and you daughter
And make it hard to support them
I’m just here to inform ya
The power structures enormous
Speaking out on these topics is like swatting a nest of hornets
They come from the left and right
They swarm our bodies like garments
With chemicals here to harm us
After you bust your ass they tax your ass for a portion
That’s parasitic behavior
How dare they minimum wage us
How dare you mention a pay cut
Like we here to read the terms and conditions
And they betrayed us
Don’t need permission to wake up
‘Cause silence is your consent for them to consistently wake us
Let’s go

Let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go
Let’s go
let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go

My mentality is post apocalyptic
I think in hieroglyphic
We live inside a system that’s mostly monolithic
America the company who owns the title?
Shit. I don’t know it could be Russia or China
That’s why they identify it as property
Born in the robbery
No Robin Hood
If Satan had a house it’d be in Hollywood
Walking away is the most difficult part
Red carpet for the ritual start
They know they can’t keep me in check
Or keep me asleep with a check
As long as there’s breath in my chest I’m pressing these niggas to death
I’ll never regret
The past that I lived
Or the path that I took
I run when I needed, with every step

let’s go
Let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go
Let’s go
let’s
Let’s go
Let’s let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s, let’s go
Let’s, let’s, let’s go