Danti – Canzone Sbagliata Lyrics (feat. Luca Carboni & Shade)

[Intro]
(Dov’è? Qua)

[Strofa 1: Danti]
Democratico come l’Inghilterra
E piatto come questa Terra
Coi baffetti come Mussolini
Le braccia forti come i delfini
Resto in piedi come il muro di Berlino
Toro scatenato, sì, come Al Pacino
Mi taglio l’orecchio come Beethoven
E come De Andrè faccio solo cover

[Pre-Ritornello: Danti & Luca Carboni]
Sai, te lo dico sereno
Il cielo dentro una stanza non mi capita mai
La cassiera pretende
La mia tessera sconto gentilmente ma io
Vorrei solo pagare, fumare
Dovrei contare fino a dieci
Uno, due, dieci

[Ritornello: Luca Carboni]
Porca puttana
Se non ci sei tu questa vita è strana
Non mi ricordo più chi sono i Nirvana
E ingrasso dentro ad una sana ignoranza italiana

[Strofa 2: Shade]
Scopro la Luna come Colombo
Corro a quattro zampe come un pollo
Col toro sul logo tipo Ferrari
Mangio solo animali vegani
Stonato come Mina
Contadino come Riina

Col mitra in mano come Gandhi
Le mani piccole, sì, come Morandi
Super batterista come Jimi Hendrix
Vorrei la pelle nera come Elvis
Inventare l’iPhone come Bill Gates
O la tuta da ragno come Bruce Wayne

[Pre-Ritornello: Danti & Luca Carboni]
Sai, io non sono Venditti
“il cielo dentro una stanza” non mi capita mai
La cassiera pretende
La mia tessera sconto gentilmente ma io
Vorrei solo pagare, fumare
Dovrei contare fino a dieci
Uno, due, dieci

[Ritornello: Luca Carboni]
Porca puttana
Se non ci sei tu questa vita è strana
Non mi ricordo più chi sono i Nirvana
E ingrasso dentro ad una sana ignoranza italiana

[Outro: Danti & Luca Carboni]
Esco in pigiama
Se non stai attento questa vita ti sbrana
Mi sono perso eppure mi sento a casa
E mi accontento di una sana ignoranza italiana

Tutta sbagliata
Se non ci sei tu questa vita è buttata

Adamn Killa – Piss In The Sheets Lyrics

[Chorus]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 1]
Ho, want Vitamin D, broke ass nigga is he?
All my shuns on me
I just want the whole thing
I don’t want that old thing
I want new everything
I’m married to money
I give it a weddin’ ring
I’m for my family
So they live happily
I want S550
I don’t get what you need
Bitch, you got ugly feet
Those hoes a get a D
Monkey doin’ see
They like Adamn is heat
Get money like truancy
Get money, hoes like a week
I’m just tryna me and everybody elses too apparently
My niggas know what I mean
Teach Google me or Bing
Make money like crack, I sling
Make money, Bill Gates on me

[Chorus]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak

Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 2]
I’m a young ass nigga
But, I’m really a OG
Niggas come and f*ck around
I just might OD
Just like Killavesi say
These niggas might owe me
If we racin’ to the money, I got niggas beat
Take my feet, they planted under sea
Nigga, understand, I’m standin’ ten feet from the sea
I can’t buy no hatin’ ass niggas
Wanna [?] to eat
I ain’t never had a job
I make it off my speech
I just cut the leash
Like I switched the drums, nigga
Bitch, I’m ballin’
Like my name is net swisher
Niggas see me at the grocery store and take pictures
Same bitch that dismissed ya
I coulda dicked her
(I am Adamn, I am Adamn)

[Chorus]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

Jeezy – Twenty/20 Pyrex Vision Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
All I know is what I know and I don’t know nothin’ else
Them indictments come around, best believe I’m goin’ stealth (Yeah)
I ain’t about to ask some nigga some shit I can so myself (Nah)
See me grindin’ in these Dickies and these new designer belts (Ayy)
Only thing that’s on my mind, an abundance of wealth
Givin’ up or givin’ in is some shit I never felt
‘Cause I’m a street nigga (Street nigga), and I don’t sleep nigga, gotta eat, nigga
Street nigga, nothin’ cheap nigga, we don’t lease, nigga (Go)
I’m laid back in this Maybach, bitch, it’s payback
From way back, and I’m still on, them niggas hate that
I’m Superman, got a super grind, where my cape at? (Cape at)
I’m Clark Kent, got a laser beam, where my safe at? (Ha-ha)

[Chorus]
Always on my grind, always on a mission (Mission)
Tried to tell ’em then, they weren’t tryna listen (Listen)
Ask me what I do, I say, “I hustle for a livin’”
Plus I got that twenty-twenty Pyrex vision (Let’s go)

[Verse 2]
Let’s go nigga, nothin’ slow nigga, want some mo’, nigga? (Mo’, nigga)
For sure nigga, rule number one, grind like you’re poor, nigga (Damn)
Bounce back, get that cash stack, like at NASDAQ (Yeah)
Count that, slow your roll, nigga, gotta stash that (Ayy)
Get your check, let your accountant get it, gotta pass that (Pass that)
Get your check, bein’ reckless with it, yeah, we past that
Invest the shit, straight up test that shit, win or lose, nigga (Lose, nigga)
Bill Gates and that Warren Buffett, them is clues, nigga

[Chorus]
Always on my grind, always on a mission (Mission)
Tried to tell ’em then, they weren’t tryna listen (Listen)
Ask me what I do, I say, “I hustle for a livin’”
Plus I got that twenty-twenty Pyrex vision (Let’s go)

[Outro]
Always on my grind
Tried to tell ’em then (Pyrex vision)
Ask me what I do, I say, “I hustle for”— (Pyrex vision)
Pyrex vision
Always on my grind (Pyrex vision)
Tried to tell ’em then (Pyrex vision)
Ask me what I do, I say, “I hustle for”— (Pyrex vision)
Pyrex vision

Soulja Boy – Bitches goin’ ham Lyrics

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I’m So Fucking Rich Man (soulja)
Smokin on da pisert (soulja)
Hold up bitch get back , Shoot Em With Da AK
5 On My Chest Swaggin With Dat V-Neck
S.O.D Bitch Man Were So Up There
Man Were Gettin Money, Rolling From The Dice hoe
S.O.D Bitch, My Chain Make A LightShow
Big Money Nigga, Big Money Figga
Bitch Made Haters, Balling Like The Lakers (Kobe)
Bitch I’m Getting Paper, In Dat Navigator
I’m In Dat New Buggati, Smoking In That Gati
12 Gauge Shawty, Shooting Up the Party
9 On Me Shawty. Surfing Going Naughty

[Hook]
Bitches Going Ham [x8]

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Bitch I’m So Swagged Up, Bitch I Gotta Work
S.O.D Bitch, Rolled Up From My Shirt
High 30 Flights, In The Fuckin Air
Rick Hulk Hogan, Neck Rick Flair
Im hollin, Just like lil b smokin’ on that shit
Higher than a bitch, nigga check my wrist
Fifty thousand racks, SOD boy 365 taxs
365 black, Bitches going dummy
Smokin color (color) same gummy
Damn Rambo (Rambo) eating gumbo
Smokin thrax, loud pack
All black everything I’m lookin’ like a king
SOD boys let my fuckin’ jewelry bling
Put that on everything, I’m worth a bout a billion
You can call me Bill Gates, smoking out the window
Loud pack bitch playing hoes like Nintendo
Shout out to my to my friends doe, shout out to my kinfolk
Money in my Findo, 300 on the floor
SOD bitch, money like galore Oh my God
Bitches goin’ ham [x7]
Circles circles (circles) like a cyclone
I’m gone, I’m gone. 30 thousand

Vince Staples – Bagbak

[Verse 1]
This is for my future baby mama
Hope your skin is black as midnight
I’ll take you out that Honda
I can put you in a Benz, I can balance out your chakras
Fornication is a sin, we can fuck all night regardless
Oh father, oh the heavens, as I pray for new McLarens
Pray the police don’t blow me down cause of my complexion
Everybody think they know me now
Cause I’m chicken-checkin’
Negro, you are not my homie
How dare you think it’s different
Boy, you trippin’

[Hook]
Gas break, I dipped
The cash came, I flipped
I stack that, yeah I stack that past the ceiling
So sacrilegious, don’t ask to chat
And don’t ask for bitches, bagbak I’m trippin’
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me better
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me better
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me homie

[Verse 2]
Boy oh boy and we are
Floating on the Dions
Go until they take my bro and em out them city CRs
Prison system broken
Racial war commotion
Until the president get that, shit Vincent won’t be votin’
We need Tomikas and Shaniquas in that Oval Office
Obama ain’t enough for me, we only getting started
The next Bill Gates can be on Section 8 up in the projects
So today, love my dark skin
Bitch I’m goin’ all in

[Hook]
Gas break, I dipped
The cash came, I flipped
I stack that, yeah I stack that past the ceiling
So sacrilegious, don’t ask to chat
And don’t ask for bitches, bagbak I’m trippin’
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me better
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me better
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me
Bag-bagbak, bagbak you don’t know me homie

[Interlude]
They found it
Depth close to 3,230 feet
A deep dive, but within acceptable range

[Verse 3]
Clap your hands if the police ever profile
You don’t gotta worry, don’t be scared because we own ya
Ain’t no gentrifying us, we finna buy the whole town
Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now
We on now, we on now
Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now
Tell the government to suck a dick, because we on now
Tell the president to suck a dick, because we on now
We on now
We on now
We on now
We on now

Canibus – Escape To Victory Lyrics

[Canibus]

Damn I’m in Nottingham, I can’t believe it
I came from the West Indies on some emcee shit
I double step for clips a day
I train green, black, maroon and blue berets
I sell a dream to you, I sell the oxygen you breathe to you
When I’m done I make a thief of you
And I always share a piece of you
‘Cause the chances are by now you’re probably a meat lover too
Prepare for the blitzkrieg blur of the Fuhrer
Put my CD in your Walkman and watch it slowly stir
Listen to my ‘Beast from the East’ verse
If you wanna witness the world’s illest rapper at work
Perhaps some of my earlier work, ‘Music Makes Me High’
Uni-4-Orm and a couple of Clue tapes going berserk
One of the greatest rappers in the Universe
Literally crush you lyrically, fuck what you think of me

[Hook]

[Canibus]

Call the city of Nottingham, tell them I’m dropping in
Prepare the pussy and weed, for me as your offerings
I have a Rip the Jacker conference
Get the Queen to sponsor it and invite members of parliament
Ring the states, talk to Bill Gates
‘Cause I’m obsessed with the Microsoft X-Box that microprocessed
I’ll ask him if he’s heard a hundred bars yet
Be psychotically complex climb on top secret documents
Show him that I’m not impressed and I’m not a threat
Tell him the album drops of October 25th
Fifteen pounds or fifteen hundred pence
‘C’ True Hollywood Stories from Canibus
Shows I’m booking them now, push me around get chucked in the mouth
I’ll permanently fuck up your smile
I’m like a crook in your house or Foot and Mouth
On the hunt for some cows, I shouldn’t be allowed to run around
In your town running them up, hopping out a Canibus bus
Fans bum rush me, am I stunning or what?
Canibus and Joe Buhdha bunning it up
Sixteen’s is not enough, you need a hundred and up
Follow the Leader ’til you find Jesus
Let’s take a moment of Silence for Aaliyah she was a diva
One in a million I flow brilliant
Bent spoons with my mind before but I never filmed it
You fronting if you never heard me spit ill shit
You lying if you said I never killed it
You build with wigs and stick, I build with bricks
Opened the seventh seal after I revealed the sixth
Steel the fifth, get on some Four Horsemen shit
My third, second and first verse metaphors are sick

[Hook]

[Canibus]

This is the ‘Escape To Victory’
The Ripper is more talented than Mr. Ripley and more risky than circus gypsies
Born in the 50’s and was ripping by the 60’s
And still remember the first time that I removed the man’s kidneys
With these, like a Nightmare on Elm Street dream
Mini machetes sharper than Wolverine’s
Injections to the neck or suppress the screams
Leave clues behind for the forensics team that inspects the scene
Serial killing machines to the extreme
An all eye seeing in-theory- that being, surgically supreme MD, slash MC
Slash you across the cheek, and leave a gash that bleeds profusely
Truthfully the cut is too deep
And the motherfucking Rippers running loose through the streets
Slippery as WD40 oozing from the feet
Canibus and Joe Buhdah ripping the streets

Run The Jewels – Hey Kids (Bumaye) (feat. Danny Brown) (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Intro]
Hey, hey k-
Hey kids!
(This is so crazy!)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses
We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses
Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes
Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes
All cause I’m motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning hashes
Killer, killer, dealing with him like he’s a squealer
Get ’em, got ’em, shout ’em, and flipped the matress
Woo! I’m the man bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob
Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates and the ghost of Jobs
Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain’t flinchin, Marshawn Lynchin’ it
Run through a motherfucker’s face like ig’nant, isn’t it
Domain eminent, we the preeminant
Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous
Enemy grave he digging it, then we piss in it
Us go to hell, we been in it, gettin’ it, yeah

[Hook]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye

[Verse 2: El-P]
Aye, aye kids
I’m the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myth, hey
I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half man imps
They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns
I got half an hour, I’ll burn half a pound and I have to run
Killers of the earth get scared
You do not get one word
You do not live for the heard
Even you living’s absurd, better off kicked to the curb
That is my word
Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid oh shit I got curved
In the Berenstain riff, I’m a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve
It’s like nothin’ not broke, can’t stand the scope in the booth
I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date
Better call mayday, baby I’ll spray, I’m an AK
They flayed and plated, I’m serving dead meat fame to table
Cain to Abel, death’s apprentice
Run the Jewels’ll make last breaths Brexit

[Hook]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye

[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Word architect, when I arch the tech, I’ll part ya’ neck
Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head
Like a gram of blow, you inject
My words infect like insects havin’ incest, I’m in check, like pay day on a Thursday and it’s Wednesday
I’m sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate
That’s pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on ’em twenty-eight
Get pearl tongue like every day, so I Run them Jewels in every state
I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el’s out a p with El-P
My self-esteem on king, got head so big no crown can’t fit me
No bitch on my ding-a-ling when she ride on it she wet like a jet-ski
Please be alarmed, be warned
Please be alarmed, be warned
Give up that charm or get harmed
Watch, too or your time gone, and the rings or your life pawned and we gone

[Outro]
You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you

Beyoncé – Formation lyrics

[Intro]
What happened at the New Wil’ins?
Bitch, I’m back by popular demand

[Verse 1]
Y’all haters corny with that Illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I’m so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bama
I like my baby hair with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag

[Bridge]
Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh, yes, I like that
I did not come to play with you hoes, haha
I came to slay, bitch
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh, yes, you besta believe it

[Verse 2]
I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow-bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind ’til I own it
I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin’ Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off, I go hard
Get what’s mine, I’m a star
Cause I slay, I slay, I slay, I slay
All day, I slay, I slay, I slay
We gon’ slay, gon’ slay, we slay, I slay
I slay, okay, I slay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated

[Verse 3]
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making

[Verse 4]
Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, I slay
Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper

[Outro]
Girl, I hear some thunder
Golly, look at that water, boy, oh lord

Bladee & Thaiboy Digital – Still In Search Of Sunshine (Avp Album Album)

[Hook: Bladee]
Still in search of sunshine
I’m still on the front line
Gotta get it one time
Double-crossing both sides
I still got my closed eyes
Medicine with crushed ice
AvP watch out it’s cold out
Sometimes I can’t keep the ghosts out

[Verse 1: Bladee]
I gotta disinfect
I’m gone in a sec
You hit my phone about some money we can reconnect
I’m with the Drain Gang bitch gonna drain your neck
You must’ve thought that I was playing but who told you that
I take over the city off a percocet
I took her heart she was your girl it wasn’t working man
What is the fucking meaning someone tell me that
I’m blade running in Miami with 200 racks
I make it so you meet me there’s a price for that
I’m out in public with my razor and my Jason mask
Got 20 floors beneath me but I’m with the rats
I’m burning through the money cause I know I’ll get it back

[Bridge: Bladee]
Margiela veil
Opiates for sale
Drugs under my nails
Get my money through the mail
I wanna know where do it go
Still in search of sunshine going to the coast

[Hook: Bladee]
Still in search of sunshine
I’m still on the front line
Gotta get it one time
Double-crossing both sides
I still got my closed eyes
Medicine with crushed ice
AvP watch out it’s cold out
Sometimes I can’t keep the ghosts out

[Verse 3: Thaiboy Digital]
Hey Thaiboy tell em what it do
You think you flexin’ boy who, boy who
Rich as Bill Gates, came outta Shield Gang
Thaiboy Goon pull up from the east like a real champ
AvP shawty you know we don’t like to dance
Gotta story in this foreign land
Nobody understand they can’t fuck with that
Shield Gang, you can fuck with that
Had a heart attack
But I came back
She can’t do me like that
While I’m smoking on this pack
Woke up in the bank and I’m higher than my rank
Flexin’ like a tank
GTB Shield Gang