Canibus – Musiquarium Radio Part III Lyrics



(Verse 1)

I don’t wanna battle you I pay for you rap on my sabbatical
And pay for every actor performs after you
Verse non reversible remove your laptop before you walk through the terminal
Before I take it personal
One liners bust through the highway dividers on coming traffic eyes get wider powerslide ya
Spit god get the beer cap twist off sip the juice its all gone I sip hard
What you gonna do when your worst nightmare comes true?
Undergod crew comin for you
A dead corpse with exposed bones wearing cologne
Biz and Murray microphone zone sharing Patron
The fans hate cause they can’t transubstantiate what Canibus makes
The hand change shape turn in to snakes smellin the same way road kill tastes
We feed the underground undergod fan base
Nothing but steak straight chicken teriyaki shrimp lobster hibachi
Throw your face the whipping coffee make you spit up paste

(Verse 2)

Spitbullz off the muzzle, airborne off the turnbuckle
To touch you, tear bones off the muscle
Stomp you, try to get the swamp monster off you
The awful scent of bloody flesh barnacles haunt you
Couldn’t kill me with a 50 cal round of three hundred fifty pound Hound with a canine growl
I scan the road from a mud hole like Rambo
The chain-fed ammo open you up like manholes
I’m Uncle Sambo with a Ku Klux Klan robe
Black face, pink lips Arctic coloured camo
Spitbullz whore let me get a fix on this fool
I drool when it’s time to get tool
Six wolves minimum, interrogate before killing them
Water board torture below zero temperature
Hot bars generate sparks, bitch, I told you don’t talk
Fibrillate your heart ’til you fart
On your feet, drag you outside, march
Walk ’til your feet parched and your BDU bottoms starch
Feed you pork soaked in sodium salt
Big weapons spark like tuning forks in the dark
Won’t tell you again, do not talk when we walk
Do not gawk at the corpse laying on the sidewalk
Handcuffed behind back flesh decompose and crack
Heads are detached from the respiratory tracts
Crossbow buttstock across the throat
Pardon me approach I thought you was walking too slow
No one who is able to hear will care
Those with compassionate care cannot conquer fear
The final battle won’t be in space but right here
Thirty two thousand four hundred Maidenhead squares
Sharpshooter assault, Mankind versus The Land Sharks
You don’t want none of the Spitbullz

(Verse 3)

When the missile is aimed to blow you out the frame
Someone still remember it was done by Germaine
In the beginning I made lyrics now lyrics make me
Your listening to Rip the Jacker to infinity
This rhyme could out live your whole lifetime
Be waiting for you on the other side when you arrive
Surround you with a layer to the left to the right to the front to the back with a rap and a mic
For satellite rappers delight you battle for your life
You battle from sunrise to off white moonlight
To see the wood burns my heating is rightfully earned
I take you on a journey through the words
And a mind hold your hand with an infinite rhyme
For a time I know it makes you shy but that’s fine
Come along with me let me show you how hard it can be
To spit like the 100 bar beast

(Verse 4)

Blindfold stop watch 60 seconds redundant drill sessions assemble your weapons
Blindfold stop watch 60 seconds redundant drill sessions assemble your weapons
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Aye yo I’m like the spirit of Pac on top of Mount Ziggurat
In a rock with his own thug paradise block
Watchu come back for, I came back from my rap tour pronounced rapture
Eat corn to memorialize when I was born
Blowin trees to symbolize how I spawned
Spike non ointment in an alabaster jar with a logo that resembles the mask of scar
My verse on the mic is a surge bite surgical strike vertical flight with submersible glowing lights
Speech hits you deep tissue beats bone gristle like projectile penetrators from pistols leave a bullet in you

Blindfold stop watch 60 seconds redundant drill sessions assemble your weapons



Future – F&N Lyrics



[Part I]

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Fuck around, parked the ‘Vette and didn’t even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Verse]
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go’n head, pour up, roll a few O’s up, let’s go
Four by four, that tall shit, let’s go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let’s go
I told ’em to get out and bag that, let’s go
I’m Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let’s go
I’m high from yesterday
Put ’em on bean, yeah, put ’em on all the schemes, yeah
Put ’em on lean, yeah, they whippin’ them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Hit ’em with that chopper first, Ray J
I’m a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc’, then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that’s a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don’t trust him, we gon’ dust him, that’s some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it’s lift up like an avalanche
I’ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin’ me, no, no
Put a lil’ hit on your head, they comin’ to get you, they slicin’ your throat
Put a lil’ bitch in the bed, we goin’ digital, wipin’ her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil’ boat
Got dog food and it’s for the low
I’m with thoroughbred standin’ at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin’ shit ’cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors

[Part II]

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)

[Verse]
Homocide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don’t entertain no police
I’m certified with my dodie
They would catch hell ’bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder’s on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it’s longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I’m a heavyweight
I ain’t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don’t approach us, fuck bein’ famous
Long as I got my…
Let’s go

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin’ through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon’ ‘head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)

Juice WRLD – Tick Tock Lyrics

[Chorus]
I don’t got the time for a bitch (tick, tock)
I don’t got a dime for a bitch (wrist watch)
Percocet I pop, make me itch (get off)
She was in my mind, like a tick (get off)
I don’t got the time for a bitch (tick, tock)
I don’t got a dime for a bitch (wrist watch)
Percocet I pop, make me itch (get off)
She was in my mind, like a tick (yeah)

[Verse 1]
That bitch in my head, parasite
Pull up in that ghost, Poltergeist
Triple 9 my shit, fuck the pastors wife
Pull up with the pipe, shoot em 40 times
He don’t want no smoke, cancerous
Prolly smoke him like a cancer stick
Give me head, no psychiatrist
Pulled up with that choppa, let it hit
You a clown, you a clown, it
Playin’ tag with that gun, you’re it
Get the cash, fuck these hoes, that’s it
Pockets fat, lookin like Norbit

[Chorus]
I don’t got the time for a bitch (tick, tock)
I don’t got a dime for a bitch (wrist watch)
Percocet I pop, make me itch (get off)
She was in my mind, like a tick (get off)
I don’t got the time for a bitch (tick, tock)
I don’t got a dime for a bitch (wrist watch)
Percocet I pop, make me itch (get off)
She was in my mind, like a tick (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Now I got these labels on my dick, right
If it ain’t 50 million, that shit hit, right
Cause every song I make, that shit a hit, right
And see every song I make, I get a bitch, right
I should count how many songs I have
Cause that’s how many bitches that’s gon’ pull up and get smashed
See I’m gon’ ball so hard, I feel like Kevin, no Durant
You know I’m doin’ everything they said that I can’t, I’m the man
Money in rubber bands, ran through 20 bands, that shit ain’t even stand a chance
Keep a white mask, no Ku Klux Klan
Bet you never seen a drive by, in a Sprinter Van

[Chorus]
I don’t got the time for a bitch (tick, tock)
I don’t got a dime for a bitch (wrist watch)
Percocet I pop, make me itch (get off)
She was in my mind, like a tick (get off)
I don’t got the time for a bitch (tick, tock)
I don’t got a dime for a bitch (wrist watch)
Percocet I pop, make me itch (get off)
She was in my mind, like a tick (yeah)

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (On The Late Show) (Live)

[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’

[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system

Jon Lajoie – Very Super Famous Lyrics

JON LAJOIE
Very Super Famous Lyrics

In the planet of Earth I am the most famous person of the world
Everybody knows who I am even the people who don’t know who I am
Because I am very super famous
Super famous very super famous
Lot of people know I exist
I am very super famous, BITCH!
Super famous very super famous
You are not you are shit
All around the world people know who I am
Even in the Chinese countries like Japan
North South East West to East
Make their pennies wet like basements in New Orleans
In the France language girls say “Montre moi tes genitals! “
Spanish girls also say things that I don’t know
What they are talking about cause I don’t speak Spanish at all
They are probably talking about how my penis is super not small
I led the vaginist revolution in Russia they call me the crocodile hunter in Australia
Wait that sounds like I hunt penisis I don’t I do chicks
In Iraq they found “WMD”, women on my dick
I am Osama Ben Semen the vaginal terrorist on 69.11
I took down two chicks
And the third girl inexplicably collapses on her own
Sorry I just watched loose for change, the pornspirasy video
German girls devoured my French squarely in Germany
I raise my rod in Egypt and I split the Red Sea
I don’t mean I had sex with a girl on her period that’s right
I don’t mind catching a bun on my hot dog as long as the bun is tight
In England girls ask me to be or not to be
The person who will take their virginityI always do but
I still make sure to wear a condomMy sperm is famous it could make you pregnant in your bump
I am very super famous
Super famous very super famous, BITCH!
Lot of people know I exist
I am very super famous
Super famous very super famous, BITCH!
You are not, so you are shit
If a lot of people know how you are means you are a talented artist
In order to be super famous you have to be the most smartest
When I am on the red carpet or at celebrities partys
Fat kids are on my dick like hot bitches on smarties
More people know me than there are people on the Earth
Across the thousand of countries people are singing my words
Even in the countries where people die cause they are so poor
They save up to buy my albums instead of going to groceries store
Cause I am more famous than food that’s right you heard me
More people know me than there are people who know how to eat
I am more famous than mountains
I am more famous than watches
But if you wanna hang with me make sure your panties are crothless
I am like Lee… I shot really really fast
All over your face until your head flays back
Back back into your left
Back back into your left
For your safety wear a helmet and a semen through…
Yeah the Eiffel tower is a lot like my dick
It’s big and it stinks when soap get inside the tip
My sex moves are like the movies Die hard with revenge
There awesome and…
I am very super famous
Super famous very super famous, BITCH!
Lot of people know I exist
I am very super famous
Super famous very super famous, BITCH!
You are not so you are shit
The girls up North wanna get all up in my but
Cause even though I am Canadian I am even famous than Canada
I light a dick fire to warm up your cold vagina hands
Then I’ll cover you in white like the Ku Klux Klan
All the Mexicans love me down in the South America
From Columbia to Brazil all the way to Algeria
I am Che Vagina I liberate girls from their present pants
I am Fidel Astro the dictator of…
I am Sudam Hussein the king of being hanged
I am Queen Jeezsabeth I wear a crown of cum
I am president hard as Barack Obama
I am reforming the health care system
Wait that wasn’t sexual
The paparazzi follows me every day in my life
I am like Princess Diana except I am alive
I am like AIDS everyone has heard of me
I am happiest inside this vagina I got HIV
I am on the cover of magazines headline of the newspapers
Reads “Hide your daugther Mc Vagina’s gonna rape her”
Wo! wo! I didn’t write that
Sorry, sorry that was me, my bad
I am very super famous, BITCH!
Super famous very super famous
Lot of people know I exist
I am very super famous, BITCH!
Super famous very super famous
You are not so you are shit
Oh Yeah, famous like a tree
It helps you get pussy
For all you French ladies out there “Le feu sur le cheval était brisé, BITCHES!”
I am out of here
I am going to a party with other famous people like Puff Daddy and Brad Pitts
Peace of