Curren$y – Game On Freeze Lyrics



[Verse 1]
Mo’ paper, mo’ haters, that’s a known fact
That’s why some niggas get on
They leave their town they never come back
I never done that
I understand that position cause stardom make you a target
They starving in my city
But I’m sliding in that Wraith, angel on the hood
I made it on by God’s grace, no enemies made it through
Getting high behind them gates
Bout to install a fountain in the living room
I’m higher than the moon

[Chorus]
Niggas tryna put my game on freeze
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me
I’m high beneath these palm trees
Bout to take over Wall Street
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze

[Verse 2]
New studio built, fully equipped
I’m up in here round the clock wrapping bricks
Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji
Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami’s
You never see me drive it
Ferrari shorty but I’m always low riding
Bitches like to see G’s hit switches
My life is exciting, my life is enticing
Feds building [?] and files about me
But I’m straight you know my paper got me

[Chorus]
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Niggas tryna put your game on freeze
Haters tryna put your game on freeze
Bitches tryna put the game on freeze
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, nigga yea
Jet Life



Talib Kweli & Styles P – In The Field (The Seven Album)



[Intro: Malcolm X]
There was two kind of slaves, there was the house negro and the field negro, the house negro they lived in the house, with master
The house negro if master said we got a good house here the house negro said "yeah we got a good house here" whenever the master said we you said we that’s how you can tell a house negro if the master got sick the house negro will say "whats the matter boss, we sick?" We sick!?!
That was that house negro in those days he was called a house nigga and that’s what we call them today cause we still got some house niggas running around here

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Yeah it’s black on black crime but it’s blue on black crime
Police killin’ the brown man and doing no time
The judge is a Nazi, but he ain’t in the Klan
The jail’s the plantation they spread it across the land
I’m thinkin’ what will that change?
If big industry money pays for campaigns (think about it)
I know the 1 percenters lovin’ that the gov run the people
But people should run the government
The day of reckonin’ is when the sleep wakes up
And the 99 percenters can really cake up
I ain’t go to Harvard or Yale, I went to jail
But hold a horse that’s pale, and the slave ship sails
It ain’t on water, but I know who’s steerin’ it
The reptilians hid the truth about the pyramids, damn
My genetics is kinetic, the devil is a lie
His agenda is pathetic

[Hook: Styles P & Talib Kweli]
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Yeah there’s black on black crime
But there’s white on white crime
When you adjust for population all the numbers they align
So why we never hear white on white on the nightly news?
Ain’t no profitin’ over criminalizin’ white dudes
Poverty breeds criminals but watch what you call me
Because if I’m a criminal what about bankers on Wall Street?
Or the fast food industry that be feeding us horse meat?
Been this way since in the fields picking sugar or coffee nigga
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field
Probably with the steel now they got me on the wheel
With the ghost, too confident to be cocky to keep it real
We veto that phony shit and block it like a bill
Whether Bobby by the pound, or Whitney by the ki
We movin’ weight it’s a mistake to get money and make it free
They’ll lock up Jesus when they see wooly hair and burnt feet
If you a felon you a slave, remember the thirteenth, nigga

[Hook: Styles P & Talib Kweli]
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field

[Verse 3: Styles P]
I thought Barack could have been a spook who sat by the door
But he signed a dark act middle finger to the law
Now I gotta get a foreign plan to eat raw
But I wouldn’t be surprised if they killed me on tour
Life is a bitch, America is a whore
Get sick and try to see this little picture I draw
You can have a gun but need bullets to go to war
You already half-dead from the food that’s in the stores

[Verse 4: Talib Kweli]
Ghost these rappers ain’t better tellin’ tales so tall
A whole industry of employees pretendin’ that they the boss
Niggas that you thought was official is fallin’ off
Shit ain’t been the same since the ’95 Source
Every breath that we take is a threat, they pissed off
If we alive we get put in the system and get lost
My mother scared for us, prepared for the loss
But sayin’ shit like if you die make sure you got on clean drawers

[Hook]
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field

[Outro: Malcolm X]
I’m a field negro, just as the slave master of that day used Tom, the house negro, to keep the field negroes in check the same old slave master today has negroes who are nothing but modern Uncle Tom’s to keep you and me in check, keep us passive and peaceful
It’s like when you go to the dentist and the man is gon’ take your tooth. you gon’ bite him when he start pulling, so they squirt some stuff in your jaw called Novocaine to make you think they not doing anything to you. So you sit there and cause you got all that Novocaine in your jaw you suffer, peacefully

Kendrick Lamar – XXX Lyrics

[Intro: Bono & Kid Capri]
America, God bless you if it’s good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst—
New Kung Fu Kenny

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Throw a steak off the yacht
To a pool full of sharks, he’ll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he’ll show you somethin’, whoa
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin’
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
X-rated
Johnny don’t wanna go to school no mo’, no mo’
Johnny said books ain’t cool no mo’ (no mo’)
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin’
God bless America, you know we all love him
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
He was sobbin’, he was mobbin’, way belligerent and drunk
Talkin’ out his head, philosphin’ on what the Lord had done
He said: “K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It’s been a fucked up day for me
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.”
He was lookin’ for some closure
Hopin’ I could bring him closer
To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
“I can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin’ killed.”
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I’ll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
I’ll catch a nigga leavin’ service if that’s all I got
I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, “Bitch, I did that!”
Ain’t no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
I can’t even keep the peace, don’t you fuck with one of ours
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
Let somebody touch my mama
Touch my sister, touch my woman
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Matter fact, I’m ’bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Alright, kids, we’re gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
The great American flag
Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Barricaded blocks and borders
Look what you taught us!
It’s murder on my street, your street, back streets
Wall Street, corporate offices
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump’s in office
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you Crippin’ or you married to blood?
I’ll ask again—oops—accident
It’s nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America’s reflections of me, that’s what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar—

Evalyn – Filthy Rich

Mommy says I’m a smoking gun
They call me cheap champagne, but I’m Miss Dom Perignon
Kids on line they say I’ve had too much fun
I get high with the spotlight on
Baby, when the crowd goes home, I’m all alone
I’ve got no one
Baby, when the credits wrong, no self control
I come undone

I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a bitch
I’ve got a driver, so I’m never alone
I thought you knew I wasn’t late night catfight
Cocaine kill with the bed bite
Strong out I’ll [?]
Wall Street on weekend night, oh
I thought you knew

Mommy calls me a setting sun
Pretty little Hollywood, gonna have a Rollingstone
Spread page one
And credit card are so much fun
Jesus, won’t you save my soul? No self control,
I come undone

I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a bitch
I’ve got a driver, so I’m never alone
I thought you knew I wasn’t late night catfight
Cocaine kill with the bed bite
Strong out I’ll [?]
Wall Street on weekend night, oh
I thought you knew
I thought you knew

Maserati gonna be here any minute now
Maserati gonna be here any minute now

I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a bitch
I’ve got a driver, so I’m never alone
I thought you knew I wasn’t late night catfight
Cocaine kill with the bed bite
Strong out I’ll [?]
Wall Street on weekend night, oh
I thought you knew
I thought you knew
I thought you knew

Nov 7, Alkaline Ricochet Lyrics

Intro

2016
Wall Street
Common…

Hear me nuh
Hear me nuh
Idecash
Dj Frass
Yo Rappa!
Well, well, well

Chorus
Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
Fu#king fool…
Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends
Bait up him family, bait up him endz
I couldn’t tell you say I sorry fi none of them
(Mi nuh sorry fi none of them)

Verse 1
You a hear me?
Bushmaster just a fire like a rocket
Spliff kotch inna mi mouth, mi have the AR and a clap it
Bere man a chatty too, hope dem have badness fi back it
Cyan catch quako, catch him shirt or him jacket
A coulda over Wendy’s, mi a go knock it
Nuh haffi lef’ mi car, just crack the window and slap it
The “9X” weh dem a sing inna song, mi got it
Look like one of me phone, coulda pass fi one of mi gadget
Nuh bring no war to me if you nuh plan fi go hot it
Nah go take nuh talk, nobody cyan call me fi squash it
We know you short of gun, ‘member them snatch it
Cold up now
No current, none in di socket

Hook
Mi buy mi own gun, how me fi panic?
This a carry 30, with a scope so me can track it
If it catch anywhere pon your bone it a go crack it
Fire 5 inna your chest, hold down your hand, it cyan go block it

Chorus
Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
Fu#king fool…
Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends
Bait up him family, bait up him endz
I couldn’t tell you say I sorry fi none of them
(Fi none of them)

Verse 2
Then wait deh!
How come nobody nah talk?
Tap him pon
him shoulder deh, tell him him fall off
Shouldn’t shoob your head through the rail, shot a take it

all off (yeah!)
20-16 show the pusi them we nah laugh! (Straight!)
Look how me creep up pon them neat, like say mi cyan walk
Them and themselves, you cyan go see him, because the car dark
Lef’ them a bleed out of them car inna di car park
Ackee Walk ready and a wait fi the war start
Nuh have no license fi dem yah, but that cyan stop me
Haffi roll like how mi roll because them nah drop me
Them wouldn’t mind me get a sentence fi them laugh at me
Join the line, a nuh dem alone waan clap we
Novice!

Hook
Buy mi own gun, how me fi panic? (How mi fi panic?)
This a carry 30, with a scope so me can track it
If it catch anywhere pon your bone it a go crack it
Fire 5 inna your chest, hold down your hand, it cyan go block it

Chorus
Go run down di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
(Wha’ you call that?)
A fu#king fool…
Bwoy step out inna the war and bait up him friends (believe me!)
Bait up family, bait up him endz
“Spin ’round di car, mi nuh business, I goin’ murder dem!”

Verse 3
Wait…
Then how him still a say a fi him place?
(Fi him place wha’?)
Them paint out fi him face!
Shot full him up, da body deh haffi go cremate
Put them to sleep, and make the scheme wake
Wha’ dem have fi show?
Dem lose it and nuh know
Take ‘way him phone, him only bad in front of video
Mi go shot up the widow, family a go with you
See say you a look a strength, that’s why me answer you

Chorus
Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
Fu#king fool…
Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends
Bait up family, bait up him endz
“Spin ’round di car, mi nuh business, I goin’ murder dem!”