K.A.A.N. – Risk Lyrics



Play this song

[Verse 1]
I know you seen it, make it look easy
Want it done right, you better do it yourself
It’s my season, bet I get even
Tell them niggas it’ll be a cold day in hell
Before I fail
‘Til the motherfuckers wish me well
I’m at the top of the top like a citadel
I blow the whole bitch up like an infidel
I’m on your head like a motherfucking infrared
I need the cheese, I need the bread
My pull-out game weak, I’ma leave it there
They got a young nigga bringin’ out the motherfuckin’ beast again
Give me a reason to reach past reasonin’
I put a little on top, that’s seasonin’
To be honest I can’t see what y’all see in them
They distorted the truth like CNN
Then recorded the loop to replay again
I ain’t givin’ you the luxury
What’s enough for them is not enough for me
When you’re down and out, where’s the company?
I ain’t goin’ nowhere, y’all stuck with me
So I strongly suggest that you fuck with me
‘Cause there’s a bumpy ride from the other side, God

[Bridge]
Get it all, all that
Run it up, where it’s at?
Get a ball, and fall [?]
Get in line, fall in
Goddamn, Goddamn
They know, who I am
Goddamn, Goddamn
They know, who I am

[Chorus]
Bet I make a couple million ‘fore I leave, bitch
They don’t know the feelin’, they don’t do it like this
Shoot a lot of shots, but I learned from every miss
How the fuck you get awards if you never take a risk
Bet I make a couple million ‘fore I leave, bitch
They don’t know the feelin’, they don’t do it like this
Shoot a lot of shots, but I learned from every miss
How the fuck you get awards if you never take a risk

[Verse 2]
I took some chances, never took advances
Put a little speck of paint on my canvas
I dodged the cameras and the greasy handlers
I know that these deals all double-handed
I know that y’all niggas all lost and stranded
I see that these folks all lower the standards
Make a nigga wonder how the hell y’all made it
Must have lost your mind if you think I panicked
Feelin’ like McNabb with the way y’all scramble
Call me young [?] with the grip and handle
Boy, your flame went out like a dim-lit candle
Nigga, I don’t give a fuck, pardon my manners
How he switch that gear, hit the gas and mash it
I ain’t got no limit, I’m forever massive
This shit get deep, yeah, the game assassin
Gotta clean my cleats for the seasoned bastard
Niggas can’t stop me, I’m a fuckin’ monster
Yeah, so many words, I’m a fuckin’ problem
So it’s fuck what you heard, better call a Doctor
Receivin’ the propeller like a helicopter
Yeah, we been givin’ ’em hell, no other options
Livin’ by the code, the eternal doctrine
Goin’ for the gold ’til the throne is conquered
Ten thousand now is invested on this
I must-

[Bridge]
Get it all, all that
Run it up, where it’s at?
Get a ball, and fall [?]
Get in line, fall in
Goddamn, Goddamn
They know, who I am
Goddamn, Goddamn
They know, who I am

[Chorus]
Bet I make a couple million ‘fore I leave, bitch
They don’t know the feelin’, they don’t do it like this
Shoot a lot of shots, but I learned from every miss
How the fuck you get awards if you never take a risk
Bet I make a couple million ‘fore I leave, bitch
They don’t know the feelin’, they don’t do it like this
Shoot a lot of shots, but I learned from every miss
How the fuck you get awards if you never take a risk



Aminé – REEL IT IN Lyrics



[Intro]
Right now!

[Chorus]
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) (hey!)

[Verse 1]
Trippin’
Rollie got the tick tock missin’
Bitch pimpin’ (ayy)
Broke niggas got me livin’ (wow)
You Jordan or Pippen (true)
I’m Kobe I’m never gon’ dish it
Or miss it
I’m business as fuck and I ain’t got the time to just kick it

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

[Chorus]
Reel it in (woo)
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in (ayy)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN

[Verse 2]
Jesus Christ! (Hallelujah!)
I buy that shit before I even know the price (hey!)
This 13k up on my finger, bitch you right (true)
Them diamonds dancin’, yeah that boy be lookin’ nice (ayy)
I guess that’s what you call that motherfucking ice
I got a thotiana, put her in designer
She Italiana, she a sorta kinda
She Björk cute
So she really fine, just sorta weird, and she got some cake
Gimme OPB for my ODB
These APC, do your ABC’s
I’m a young dread-head with anxiety
And I love it when a bitch nigga tryin’ me

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake
Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change
And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way
It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

[Chorus]
Reel it in (ayy)
I got the bag, tell a friend (whoo)
She got some ass, bring it in (ooh)
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)
Reel it in
I got the bag, tell a friend (true)
She got some ass, bring it in
Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah)

JAY-Z Talks #MeToo & Trump “Shithole” Comment With Van Jones

JAY-Z is the first ever guest on Van Jones’ new show on CNN premiered on Saturday (Jan 27th).

Hov has been getting very candid in his interviews lately opening up about his private life and a bunch of other topics like politics in the age of Trump. During his sit down with Van Jones, JAY-Z spoke openly his the #MeToo movement, his marital struggles and Trump’s infamous “shithole” comment where he called countries in Africa that term. The “4:44” rapper calls the comments hurtful but says there needs to be a dialog if we are going to have any meaningful impact on racism in America.

“It’s like disappointing and hurtful, it really is hurtful more or so, everyone feels anger, but after the anger it’s really hurtful because he’s looking down on a whole population of people and you’re so misinformed because these places have beautiful people and have beautiful everything,” JAY-Z said on The Van Jones Show aired on CNN. “This is the leader of the free world speaking like this.”

JAY-Z added that this is something that’s been going on behind closed doors and made references to Donald Sterling’s infamous racist rant that ended up causing him to loose his NBA team, LA Clippers. “On the other side this has been going on this is how people talk, this is how they talk behind closed doors,” he said. “There was a moment when Donald Sterling had been exposed as a racist on this private phone conversation he was having and they took his team from him. It’s ok that’s one way to do it. But another way to do it is let him have his team and then let’s talk about it together and maybe some penalties. Because once you do that, all the other closet racists run back in the hole. You haven’t fixed anything. What you’ve done is spray perfume on the trash can.”

The rap legend delve a little deeper into the hot button issue of racism where he compared it to a trash can that will breed a superbug if you don’t disposed of it.

Watch a portion of the interview below.

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Joey Bada$$ – Babylon (feat. Chronixx) (All-Amerikkkan Bada$$ Album)

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Yo yo
Badmon representin’
Yo yo

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
They say you never know what you got
‘Til it’s all up and away
And it’s so lonely at the top
Sometimes you wanna throw it away
But lately I’ve been talking to God
He told me Heaven is a way better place
So I’m taking everything that I’ve got
And I’m running away, I’m running away
I just can’t cope with the pain
You just won’t understand
Running away (away from here)
I’m running away
I just can’t cope with the pain
You just won’t understand
Running away (away from here)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Gone like the wind, I can’t seem to win
I know the end is near, but I just don’t know when
Turn on to CNN, look at what I see again
It’s another black man, died at the white hand of justice
To tell the truth, man, I’m fuckin’ disgusted
I fear for the lives, for my sisters, my brothers
Less fortunate than I, let’s formulate a plan
I’m sick of holdin’ grudges, I’m loadin’ in all my slugs and
Aimin’ it at the judges, fuck the cops
Fuck the system and the government, you fuckers not
Protectin’ and servin’
You more like damagin’ and hurtin’
And letting off shots ’til you motherfuckers certain
He ain’t breathin’, you made it clear
"Fuck your breath, nigga," don’t even deserve air
Don’t even deserve shit, don’t even deserve nothin’
If black lives really mattered, you niggas would do somethin’
Instead we mean nothin’, in fact, we being hunted
They don’t want us in abundance
They know it’s strength in them numbers
That’s why they gave you one
The time is comin’, no discussion
If you ain’t got a gun, then you better start runnin’

[Bridge: Chronixx]
Run to the rock of my salvation (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Run to the stone that the builder rejected (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I run to aboriginal, Christ, Haile Selassie
Hear them call some other name
Them other guy nuh qualified
A long long time mi see ah idiot a try
Tell me America is the land of the free, that’s a lie
‘Cause nobody, nuh free ’bout yah
Bet how we leave Babylon, and go ah Ethiopia
And if you don’t believe we can achieve that
Then you is just another idiot or another

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Motherfucker, it’s the J-O-Z-I-F B-A-D-M-O-N
Come on, bring them M’s on in
I’m on the upside now, you can turn ’em M’s upside down
We ’bout to win, there’s an L for the other side of him
Most greats that you lost, I invite ’em in
To my soul, don’t you feel the vibes when I’m channelin’?
The innermost of my spirit been engulfed with plenty gold
‘Cause most of them labels throw pennies so
Who you think investin’ in penitentiaries though?
Same owners as them labels, same owners of your cable
Spoon feedin’ you fables, tryna keep your mind stable
Your eyes blind, and your skin’s hazel
The truth is under your nasal but even the air’s all fucked up
How we supposed to see stars? Chemical trails above us
Plus bunch of other shit that’s undiscovered
Detached from the roots since we set sail, my brothers
That’s word to motherland, sold us on stolen land
Visions from brother man, he seen us all holdin’ hands
Fifty years later, still see my brothers choked to death
R.I.P. to Eric Garner, only right I show respect
Nowaday they hangin’ us by a different tree
Branches of the government, I can name all three
Judicial, legislative and executive
Lock your pops away, your moms, then next the kids
It’s all consecutive, I’m just tryna break the cycle
I wonder if I’ll do it all before they take my life, yo
Crucify my image, the Lord is my witness
If them Heaven’s gates closed
I’ma break all them hinges for my niggas
Yes, I’ma break all the hinges for my niggas
Yes, I’ma break all the hinges for my niggas
Yes, I’ma break all

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
They say you never know what you got
‘Til it’s all up and away
And it’s so lonely at the top
Sometimes you wanna throw it away
But lately I’ve been talking to God
He told me Heaven is a way better place
So I’m taking everything that I’ve got
And I’m running away, I’m running away
I just can’t cope with the pain
You just won’t understand
Running away (away from here)
I’m running away
I just can’t cope with the pain
You just won’t understand
Running away (away from here)

[Bridge: Chronixx]
As fast as I can to Mount Zion
I’m running away (I’m running away)
I’m running away (I’m running away)
I’m running away (I’m running away)
I’m running away (I’m running away)
I’m running away (I’m running away)
I’m running away (I’m running away)
Running away (I’m running away)
Away, running away

[Outro: Joey Bada$$]
You better start running, running
Babylon boy them ah coming, coming yeah
You better start running, running
Babylon is coming
Babylon get jealous of we, of we
Just because I walk this way
Babylon get jealous of we, of we

Kodak Black – Top Off Benz (feat. Young Thug) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Be in your broad
I’m ’bout to be in your broad

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
Got the Hermès on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

Kodak Black – Top Off Benz Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Be in your broad
I’m ’bout to be in your broad

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
Get the Hermes on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

Train – The News (A Girl, A Bottle, A Boat Album)

[Intro]
Just in case I don’t make it home
Just in case I don’t make it home

[Verse 1]
Are you seeing this?
Was it your breath, or kiss
Upon my neck like this
Just like you took my dying wish
Now I’m all covered in red from your lips
Tweaking from seeking the way to your hips
Schizo from your finger tips
Can’t seem to stop this twitch

Are you tuning in?
The crowd is hollering
Jump, jump, jump, jump again
Camera crew is wearing thin
They wanna see me explode upon, emoticon
Oh, don’t you see the road I’m on?
I’m real bad, can’t quit
Baby, are you seeing this?

[Chorus]
Baby, turn on the news
They’re talking about me like I’m going crazy
Baby, turn on the news
Press record when I say it
Just in case I don’t make it home

[Verse 2]
Are you following Local 5 or CNN?
They asked me for my next of kin
Oh, I’m a wreck-ening
They think that they should lock me in
A rubber room, and then make sure I don’t hurt myself
Or someone else, or even worse, a nurse

Are you getting me?
They think that I’m crazy
But, baby, this cold straight white jacket
Don’t even phase me
Oh, I was playing them, tried to give me lithium
Didn’t know that I could swim home again
Come on, baby, let me in

[Chorus]
Baby, turn on the news
They’re talking about me like I’m going crazy
Baby, turn on the news
Press record when I say it
Just in case I don’t make it home

[Post-Chorus]
Just in case I don’t make it home
Just in case I don’t make it home

[Brigde]
Flashing lights are blinding all my sights
Don’t know if I’ll make it through the night
When you see me on your screen
Then you’ll know just what I mean when I’m saying
Home, home (home, home)

[Chorus]
Baby, turn on the news
They’re talking about me like I’m going crazy
Baby, turn on the news
Press record when I say it
Just in case I don’t make it home

[Post-Chorus]
Just in case I don’t make it home
Just in case I don’t make it home

J COLE – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J. Cole – High For Hours

[Intro]
This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, "High as Shit for Hours"
Here we go, yeah

[Verse 1]
American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is a crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

[Refrain 1]
So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 2]
I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

[Refrain 2]
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 3]
Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

[Refrain 3]
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J Cole – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Run The Jewels – Thieves! (Screamed The Ghost) [feat. Tunde Adebimpe] (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Sample: Twilight Zone, "The Obsolete Man"]
You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future, not a future that will be but one that might be. This is not a new world, it is simply an extension of what began in the old one

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
(Conversing with a ghost, conversing with a ghost)
He just leaving and he screamin’ Jesus
(He had the highest hopes, he had the highest hopes)
People yelling, screamin’ at polices
(Riots tonight, riots tonight)
Burnin’, lootin’, shootin’, takin’, thievin’
(Fire and light, fire and light)
Fill the air and most don’t know the reason
(Never knew his name, never knew his name)
But they know his problems and feel his pain
(Shit’s still the same, shit’s still the same)
We just prey off in they deadly game
(It’ll never change, it’ll never change)
Too much profit in it and it stay the same
(The facts still remain, the facts still remain)
You can burn the system and start again

[Verse 2: El-P]
(Spoke with a ghost)
Late night, same night, "God, let me sleep, please, I’m begging you"
(Said don’t be afraid)
Daylight might never break right again once they get at you
(Said you’ll never be alone again)
This house is haunted by pain transposed into revenue
(The murdered all stay)
That thing when your mind says "Run!" but your heart isn’t letting you
(Said we got an army now)
You strike ’em down, still they live inside hearts, hearts carry them
(The weapon is our memory)
Some get to count sheep, some gotta count kids that they burying
(I don’t wanna scare nobody)
Fears been law for so long that rage feels like therapy
(But I’m gonna make ’em remember me)
Nobody gets no more sleep till we teach them remembering

[Hook]
Thieves!
Thieves!

[Verse 3: El-P]
Coming live at five, we got new news breaking
You heard here first if you don’t die waiting
Hard to review the scene I just seen
I’ma try to convey, but it defies explaining
Started with folks just crying
Nothing but broken heart sobs and the shriek of the sirens
Right at the spot where the blood’s still drying
Then (My God) I saw it, the dead began rising
I don’t know much about science
But I seen an army of armed men stop and get quiet
Mist hung low like a prayer from a tyrant
Sky became black like the stars aren’t aligning
So many years of this violence
Now we’re surrounded by the souls of the dead and defiant
Saying "Look what you’ve done, you designed it"
When the bough breaks, hear the wraith scream, "Riot!"

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
No more moms and dads crying
No more arms in the air
We put firearms in the air
Molotov cocktails thrown in the air
CNN got dummy Don on the air
Talking ’bout he smell that ganj in the air
Dummy don’t know and dummy don’t care
Get that punk motherfucker outta here
Aye, ghosts are walking
Ghosts are talking
Everything gon’ be different, mane
Shh, karma’s coming
Ain’t no runnin’
Death gon’ deal with the guilty, mane
The universe curses the killers, mane
Can’t keep killin’ God’s children, mane
A pound of flesh is what you owe
Your debt is due, give up your ghost

[Hook]
Thieves!
Thieves!
Thieves!

[Bridge: Tunde Adebimpe]
What have you done?
What have you done?
What have you done?
What are you making us do?
Thieves!
It’s on you
It’s on you
Thieves!
It’s on you
It’s on you
It’s on you
Thieves!

[Sample: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.]
I think America must see that riots do not develop out of thin air. Certain conditions continue to exist in our society which must be condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard

[Outro]
Thieves!

Jay-Z – Oh My God

Pops sped off, left mom with a bundle of
Joy of boys, smack dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision, but he would soon become a mogul but
First he brought that crack back like a yo-yo though
Don’t play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hating on me, its all good
I’m buying things like my shit don’t stink
Gucci links and Gucci gooses, watching too many movies
Bullet proof this,
Had some nerve like pulling toothes
When you 16, coming through roofless
Yea ya boy ruthless
Like ice cube was
Turn the whole city on I’m the new plug
So if this is ya first time hearing this
You about to experience
Someone so cold
A journey, seldom seamed the american dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe
They call me hov

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

Now I’m knee deep in the concrete
Like the streets made a quicksand that?s beyond deep
I got a chemical romance, two left feet
So now I dance with the devil please G.O.D.
Save me from the black parade, release me
My life like grand theft auto PSP
I’m in the Volvo, puffin on the lala
Ducking from the popo
Every time I drive by, say hi to the bad guy
All my mama friends be like,
Would you just look at him"
So sorry dear mama for your embarrassment
But give me a couple years pray ill never sin again
Got all these rapper dealers, trying to do me in
And all these little rappers don’t know how prepared for them I am (I am)
I’m feeling like the worlds against me, lord
Call me crazy but strangely I love the odds

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

Now these baby ballers, toy rappers
Calling out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shooting air balls at the basket
What you call money, I pay more in taxes
I got crowned king down in Africa
Out in Niger?, do you have any idea?
Sold out shows, albums his whole career
Jo-burg, Dublin, Tanzania
Lunch with Mandella, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to get water out to everybody
Everybody, fall back
Y’all rapping, I’m reenacting
CNN, you see it’s accurate
ESPN, See me in action
Monday nights, when the half is
When you 10 years in, holla back then

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

A Tribe Called Quest – Conrad Tokyo (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Just done mash a show, Dawg is off on sabbatical
Rather watch the Nixon shit than politicians politic
CNN and all this shit, gwaan move with the fuckery
Trump and the SNL hilarity
Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy
Blood clot, you doing, bullshit you spewing
As if this country ain’t already ruined
In lieu of these mumbling, fumbling
Swearing they’re the greatest
Online they debate us, if we different, then we’re haters
We ended our hiatus, the dogs looking for food
The nucleus is here now (ooo)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Toleration for devastation, got a hunger for sin
Every nation Obama nation, let the coroner in
Crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men
Just embrace it and die alone, song of Revelation
Reverends and cattles racing
Devils and demons and Deuteronomy
Fumigate our economy, ‘lluminate broken dreams
And manifest all insanity, look around
Sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground

[Hook: A Tribe Called Quest & (Kendrick Lamar)]
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
(Sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground)
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
(Sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground)
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
(Sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground)
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
(Sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground)
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio

[Outro: A Tribe Called Quest]
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Conrad Tokyo Lyrics

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Just young national
Dog is on sabbatical
[?] watching [?]
Fall attention, fallin’ in
CNN and all this shit
Why y’all cool with the fuckery
Trump and SNL hilarity
Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy
Blood clout, you doing
Bullshit you spewing
As if this country ain’t already ruined
And look at these he’s mumbling, fumbling, swearing
They degrade us
Online they debate us, if we different, then we’re haters
We ended our hiatus as dogs looking for food
The nucleus is here now (ooo)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Toleration for devastation, got a hunger for sin
Every nation, Obama nation, let the coroner in
Crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men
Just embrace it and die alone, song, a Revelation
Reverends and cattles racing
Devils and demons and Deuteronomy
Fumigate all economy, illuminate broken dreams
And manifest all this sanity
Look around, sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar & (A Tribe Called Quest)]
Sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)

[Outro: A Tribe Called Quest]
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio

A Tribe Called Quest – Conrad Tokyo

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Just young national
Dog is on sabbatical
[?] watching [?]
Fall attention, fallin’ in
CNN and all this shit
Why y’all cool with the fuckery
Trump and SNL hilarity
Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy
Blood clout, you doing
Bullshit you spewing
As if this country ain’t already ruined
And look at these he’s mumbling, fumbling, swearing
They degrade us
Online they debate us, if we different, then we’re haters
We ended our hiatus as dogs looking for food
The nucleus is here now (ooo)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Toleration for devastation, got a hunger for sin
Every nation, Obama nation, let the coroner in
Crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men
Just embrace it and die alone, song, a Revelation
Reverends and cattles racing
Devils and demons and Deuteronomy
Fumigate all economy, illuminate broken dreams
And manifest all this sanity
Look around, sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar & (A Tribe Called Quest)]
Sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)

[Outro: A Tribe Called Quest]
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio

Max Wonders – Grow Up letras

[Hook 1]
I don’t wanna grow up, no more
I don’t wanna blow up, no more
Got my adolescence on a necklace
I can’t let it go, I can’t let it, no
I can’t let it, no, no

[Verse 1]
What would my mama say
I ain’t been getting no sleep
Vices of being 18
Prices you pay
If you want your name on the screen
And flights getting paid for your team
Praise to the Lord
And screw all the powers that be
Cause they wanna throw away key
Keep us in cells
Then wonder why all of the peace
Is being disrupted in streets
But we raising hell
Lucifer scared of the teens
He seen ’em on NBC
CNN reasoning for all the children that bleed
The cop said that he tried to reach
Wish I was kid again
I wanna hang on the swings
Instead of hanging on the trees
Couple adrenaline rushes
Out racing all week
Shaking and move to the beat, yeah

[Hook 2]
I don’t wanna grow up, no more
I don’t wanna blow up, no more
Got my adolescence on a necklace
I can’t let it go, I can’t let it, no
I can’t let it, no, no (yeah)
X2

[Verse 2]
My Grandmother told me that I would great
See she died when I was ’bout 8
But she seen potential
So everything happening now
Was probably already fate
Don’t ask if I’m hungry
Boy, I already ate
We coming for more just to stock up the plate
Wasn’t satisfied with 2015
Baby, all I know is 2088
Jump off the roof
Into the pool
Your parents ain’t home
I’ll be over at 2
Or you could bring 2
Friends to my home
I might just have the juice
Least she tell me I do
She know I’m ’bout to blow
But I’m keeping my cool
That’s that humble approach
And she love what I do
Please don’t let that ego go to your head
If that’s what you’re on then you’re better off dead
It’s a revolution through the music
Every bar a desert eagle raised at your head
God I’m sorry if I’m heinous
I came a long way from pretending to be the red ranger
Now I’m channeling my anger
‘TIl I get that private plane inside the private hangar
Yeah

[Hook 3]
I don’t wanna grow up, no more
I don’t wanna blow up, no more
Got my adolescence on a necklace
I can’t let it go, I can’t let it, no
I can’t let it, no, no (yeah)
X2