Music thread





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwII0k2bSpM


They call me Mister Lamborghini
See me, believe me, we be
Hittin themem twistes
Ya'll can’t believe these crazy SV’s big wings
Verde Ithaca, bright green
Ferrari Scuderia
F1 quick click and see ya
Hot shifting at 60 mils
And a prancing horse in the fender shields
Maybe you’ll see us
Cars and coffee raise up off me
Poppa might get an Enzo
Or black Phantom with the smoked out windows
599 is fine
To 60 3.5
Swoop through scoop your daughter
Got a 4-5-8 on order
And my cars got miles, garage queens, that’s your style
LP 560
Batman grey with the ccb’s
And the LCD’s
Flash the peace signs cause you can’t catch these


We love these cars, I keep my right foot planted cops can’t stand it
We love these cars, turn off my phone, hear these tones
I love a car, I like to whip it, I love a car I like to whip it, I love 'em
We love these cars, keep my suspension stiff I never drift
We love these cars, this whip it clean, watch me sheen
I love a car, I like to whip it, I love a car I like to whip it, I love 'em


I ain't no collector, you drive them thangs and I might respect ya
And even know I’m getting older I ride my sh*t and holluh **** you posers
(rent-a-car-rappers) **** you posers, (iced out wheels), **** you posers
Hood long, big coupe but it still’s got balls
Murdered out black Ferrari six twelve skag parties
Out at Tom’s house, he got the big white Phantom chrome mouth
Try to catch my crew, **** us?, **** you too
Porscha CGT big pimping at the RTC
Clicked up whipped up
Picking up D-cups, chicks up
The sound of Mikes Gallardo
(noise) sometime I follow
Northwest Auto Salon
Clean the whips, shine em & gone
And Benchmark makes it pound
Yall should hear this ****ing sound


We love these cars, I keep my right foot planted cops can’t stand it
We love these cars, turn off my phone, hear these tones
I love a car, I like to whip it, I love a car I like to whip it, I love 'em
We love these cars, keep my suspension stiff I never drift
We love these cars, this whip it clean, watch me sheen
I love a car, I like to whip it, I love a car I like to whip it, I love 'em


Carbon fiber, guts fat, SLR in matte black
Couple that with a GT 2 and finish my garage with a drophead coupe
My LP 640, doors up when I’m acting naughty
What you know about a Veryon, Bugatti shakes the body like heroine
Can you **** with a SSC production sh*t hittin 260
And the Yankees come with the Corvette CR1
GTC, nothing flows like a droptop Bentley
CL63, 22s on a MBZ
And out everyday an R8, hit the spot and they hate
Aston Martin DBS interior blessed
And even when I'm low key
I'm in a fat S class on the HRE
65 AMG, push start and **** the keys


We love these cars, We love these cars, I love a car, I love a car
I love 'em X 2


We love these cars, I keep my right foot planted cops can’t stand it
We love these cars, turn off my phone, hear these tones
I love a car, I love a car, I love 'em
We love these cars, keep my suspension stiff I never drift
We love these cars, this whip it clean, watch me sheen
I love a car, I love a car, I love 'em


We love these cars, We love these cars, I love a car, I love a car
I love 'em X 4​
 





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6k7kk1lUnis




Hello from a Little Shop of Horrors
Ski mask like a Phantom of the Opera
Go cold like the land of Chicago
Child soldiers sprayin' the chopper
But you don't give a ****, that's them though
'Til a peasant put a pistol in your window
You ain't really need that chain
You ain't really need that ring
You ain't really need them thangs
Snow on The Bluff showed up
With the slums in the city blown up
Now the white folks showed up
Everything bought sold up
Niggas assed out, niggas po'd up
Politicians so corrupt, sold our black ass out
Really ain't color, my brother
Here in Cabbagetown they put they white-ass out
Truth been told, I'm out


[Hook: Killer Mike & El-P]
He in here, me in here, we in here
Don't get captured
No cryin' here, just do your dirt and disappear
Don't get captured
Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear
Don't get captured
Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush
Don't get captured


[Verse 2: El-P]
Good day from the house of the haunted
Get a job, get a house, get a coffin
Don't stray from the path, remain where you at
That maximizes our profit
Is that blunt? Oh well, hell, so's this boot
We live to hear you say "please don't shoot"
A pure delight, c'mon, make my night
When I file reports what's right's what I write
Snuff films air all night 'till your last sane thought take flight
What a great sight, what a job, what a good life
The more we act wrong the more we are right
And who exactly gon' stop what we got?
We don't argue, we are not calm and impartial
Some call it work, but it's more like an art
We just paint the walls with your heart
And we better not catch you


[Hook: Killer Mike & El-P]
He in here, me in here, we in here
Don't get captured
No cryin' here, just do your dirt and disappear
Don't get captured
Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear
Don't get captured
Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush
Don't get captured


[Outro: Killer Mike & El-P]
Don't get captured
Don't get captured
Don't get captured
Don't get captured
Don't get captured
Don't get captured
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEOximWoFd0





Smoke from the loosie drift
Hold it like a crucifix
Blow from the nose I'm a dragon to a gnome
Got a average of bein' excellent the median just dope
Like the ratio of heroin to laxative that's sold
Authorities have spoken, demanded your pure devotion
Get magnetized to the ground while the falcons of murder close in
I chose to go guano, y'all know, kinda bat sh*t
The bright lights of ****ery stuck in me automatic
I’ll tea bag a piranha tank, heart barely beatin'
A wild one who’ll swim like directly after he's eaten
While holding a toaster oven that's plugged with a fork in it
Cause death by electrocution's like life in New York, isn't it?
Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it
Pain's the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little shop of horrors that I can't even afford to rent in
Where's the exit?
Wanna talk shop I can chop it up with exacto touch, whats the rush?
Autograph skin flaps, tag em up
I don't brag enough you defacto suck
A lotta you new to the El Producto milieu
Kinda like “**** is you?”
I'm a little black spot on a sun of lies
But I'm not too high to say I'm the truth
I line the booth to catch blood like a Bateman
Nathan sacred I’ll mace a play pen
Jewel runner ***** make the name stick
Not for sale but I'm takin payments


Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
(Everybody doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
Everybody doin’ it
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
(Everybody doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win


I’m fly as a pegasus, that’s no embellishment
I’m here to pain the whole game, where the Excedrin
Good pussy, good marijuana that be my medicine
And I’m a mixture of MJG and the Weathermen
A revolutionary bangin' on my adversaries
And I love Dr. King but violence might be necessary
Cause when you live on MLK and it gets very scary
You might have to pull your AK, send one to the cemetery
We overworked, underpaid, and we underprivileged
They love us, they love us (why?)
Because we feed the village
You really made it or just became a prisoner of privilege?
You willing to share that information that you’ve been given?
Like who really run this?
Like who really run that man that say he run this?
Who who really run that man that say he run this, run run run run this?
Like who really fund this?
Like who really fund who say he fund this?
Like who in the world gon' tell Donald Sterl who to put on the “you can’t come” list?
Now don’t be silly
Who the **** gon' bully me if I got a billi?
If I got a billi and the ***** recording me I’m like who cares
What I wouldn’t be is on TV stutterin' ta-ta-talkin' scared
So the question is when Don’s at home with that traitor ass ***** alone
Who’s that voice on the side of the phone that shakes and rattles his bones?
Could it be the man behind the man behind the man behind the throne?
Gone


Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
(Everybody doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
Everybody doin’ it
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
(Everybody doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win


Everybody doin' it

 




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ApKKfyZuVY




I hope (I hope)
I hope with the highest of hopes
That I never have to go back to the trap
And my days of dealing with dope
So I, I only spit fire and dope
So later on you can go quote
My lines to your people and folk
And they say damn (damn, damn, damn)
That boy be spitting that pressure (pressure)
And he be smoking that pressure (pressure)
And he smart as a professor, yes sir
25 lighters on dresser, pound of that pressure
Sittin right next to, next to
Next to a book and a gun
Ballot or bullet, you better use one
One time for the freedom of speeches (speeches)
Two time for the right to hold heaters (heaters)
Just skip to the fifth if the cops in your house
Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus
Ask why cause the Devil a lie (lie)
So I stay holy and high (high)
May never get rich, but I never *****
'Cause I made it here by and by


[Hook: Killer Mike & Joi Gilliam]
My my, y'all
I coulda died, y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all
I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all
But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all
Who am I, y'all
I coulda died, y'all
A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all
I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all
But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all


[Verse 2: El-P]
RTJ
You're gonna need a bigger boat, boys, you're in trouble
Aye, gonna need a little hope, boys, on the double
Aye, you muckin' with a G here, see, talk to me
Or maybe listen to the man that barely dodged his own lobotomy
Pop the tape in, baby, we got sh*t we wrote for you (for you)
Came from feeling what a pure absence of hope can do
Only to leap through flaming rings and break the nose of crews
Still in their wings'll be them darlings, hope they've broken you
Yeah, they better hope that
I'm a full force and a cold fact
See the cold floor where I licked dirt
When the dough dried and the pride died
Had a dumb max, had to shop right
Gimme two meals and the lights on
I'ma do right, get a new crew
Make a new life, never boo hoo
Never lose sight, I'm a voodoo
With a burst heart from an old soul
Better stop, drop when the squad's hot, we don't stop a lot
We don't talk a lot about it, we just pop it off a lot
I'm high, man, I'm a cosmonaut
Scream, "**** 'em," 'til they lop our bloody noggins off
I promise y'all


[Hook: Killer Mike & Joi Gilliam]
My my, y'all
I coulda died, y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all
I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all
But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all
Oh my, y'all
I coulda died, y'all
A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all
I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all
But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all


[Outro: El-P]
R-T-J..!
R-T-J..!
R-T-J..!
R-T-J..!​
 



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNh2ndOeVFU


A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masses
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys
A little nod to the spirits
We're still here runnin' round screaming
They're still here pointing and laughin'
Don't walk away when I talk
I'm tellin' you
Turn around mister
I got a permanent bop
Who the hell do I think I am not
And I'm twice as hot
As about half of hell
I get lighthouse lit up
Get down, Diduck
The boy got a barracuda bite
You can tell


[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Got hope for the living
Got prayers for the dead
In the sky got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain
'cause the world is dangerous
Driven great men insane
Anchor themselves with angel dust
Somewhere between love and lust
A nut get bust
And a baby get made
It seems that trouble trouble us and follow us
Like all our days
In every holy book it says we suffer that's what it is
So riddle me this from the womb to the tomb why do
We fight to live


[Hook 1: EL-P]
A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masters
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys
A little nod to the spirits
We're still here runnin' round screaming
They're still here pointing and laughin'


[Hook 2: Killer Mike]
Got hope for the living
Got prayers for the dead
In the sky got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain
'cause the world is dangerous
Driven great men insane
Anchor themselves with angel dust


[Verse 3: El-P]
You say you wanna be my leader
I think you wanna be my God
You say you on the side of the righteous
I say I'm gonna hang with the wrong
There's truth where the filth is
There's lies in the law
You want a whore with a white dress
I want a wife in a thong
You love fear and division
I don't **** with your symbolism
I don't give a **** about power
I'll pluck an eye out a pyramid
Cut a ear from a mouse hat
Go Van Gogh on a house rat
Find another mind to devour
Mother****er I'm really not hearin' it


[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
A pope is a fraud
A church is a lie
A queen is the same damn thing
You should pray to your fake god that she die
God really exists, I tell you, like this: it reside inside
And anybody tell you different, just selling you religion, tryin' to keep your ass in line
I kill my masters
I mentor none
That means when I die, that's it
My style is gone I'm a one of one
One half of the great RTJ
Defeated the odds went to war with the gods
Earned all our scars and came back straight


[Hook 1: EL-P]
(RTJ)
A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masters
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys
A little nod to the spirits
We're still here runnin' round screaming
They're still here pointing and laughin'


[Hook 2: Killer Mike]
Got hope for the living
Got prayers for the dead
In the sky got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain
'cause the world is dangerous
Driven great men insane
Anchor themselves with angel dust


Angel Dust
Angel Dust​
 








https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDLDVPV8kDE



Polo to the floor though, you already know doe
It's Adamsville for real, you see it hoe, just take a photo
I'm reppin' as I'm fo' door with a fo'-fo' on your bro though
'Cause that dodo thought that he could rob a player for some dough tho
I (pff-pff-pff-pff) oh no, on some Allen Temple
On some England manor, I'm so Mysty' Valley
And I gotta couple pounds yesterday outta Cali
And my bad ***** from the Valley brought me brand new Bally's
And I'm playin' with a new American dream, Dusty Rhodes
Man, she been ridin' clean since her daddy rode on vogues
I done ****ed her in every hotel and every hole
I ain't ****ed her with my wife, but if she meet her she might be a go
Ric Flair, Ric Flair flashy, *****, don't I look dashin'?
***** don't I look classy, *****, don't act so sassy
I'm the, I'm the man boo, that's with or without you
To hell with what your mouth say, show me what that mouth do


I hear 'em talking hella reckless, I won't even stress
Just kill 'em softly with my presence, won't even address it
They say it's lonely at the top, but this the best sh*t ever
Hey don't you see me out here shinin'? ***** I'm barely flexin'
I hear 'em talking hella reckless, y'all won't even stress this
Just kill 'em softly with my presence, won't even address it
They say it's lonely at the top, this the best sh*t ever
And even if we die today this sh*t gon' live forever
Live forever (yeah)


Daddy Fat Saxxx with three X's, **** niggas hit the exit
No S is on my chest but all these diamonds got me blessed
Usually I don't do this, dumb it down, go stupid
Since 17 been countin' M's, my bank account's on Goofy
They say Cosby gave 'em roofies, now who knows what the truth is (what?)
Chicago's full of shooters, my garage is full of hoopties
Got that Southern drawl and all that
My pretty rose look like ball-bats
The South got somethin' to say
And all y'all niggas can't get y'all ball back
If I ain't a hot boy then what it is, call Sax
Daddy Fat in it y'all, never fall back
Like clocks in the wintertime
We stay eating like it's dinnertime
Been feasting and chiefing and blowing big
But it ain't no reefer round
We don't know the meaning of drought
'Cause we keep it so wet, boy swear now it's been a while
Just speaking in general
While there is no formidable
Opponent or/and nigga that want it
Pure uncut, never step on it
Line for line, dope when you want it
Mine the kind to give a nigga hope
When they down and out
Nigga dig a hole so deep, ain't no climbin' out


I hear 'em talking hella reckless, I won't even stress
Just kill 'em softly with my presence, won't even address it
They say it's lonely at the top, but this the best sh*t ever
Hey don't you see me out here shinin'? ***** I'm barely flexin'
I hear 'em talking hella reckless, y'all won't even stress this
Just kill 'em softly with my presence, won't even address it
They say it's lonely at the top, this the best sh*t ever
And even if we die today this sh*t gon' live forever
Live forever


Live forever
Live forever


Yo hoe, listen, just like I turned Coco
My vision is pimpin', you already know doe
So go hoe, stroll hoe for the po-po, that's my logo
Fo' sho hoe, pogo, get-get down on the flo' hoe, flo' doe
Yo hoe, listen, just like I told Coco
My vision is pimpin', you already know doe
So go hoe, stroll hoe for the po-po, that's my logo
Fo' sho hoe, pogo, now get down on the flo' hoe, flo' doe
On the flo', get down on the flo' hoe
On the flo', on the flo', get down on the flo' hoe
On the flo', on the flo', get down on the flo' hoe


 
Wow thanks Colm me and John won't put up any more techno dance tunes got the point [emoji23][emoji23][emoji23][emoji6][emoji6]


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Think I still have this one on record... Whopper!

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All coming out of woodwork now [emoji6]a few classics there had them going in work today on job forgot how good they were have to say few tunes lads get some amount done bit of crack though good old days alright
 
it only takes one or two to admit it that they love old school ,see ive encountered like im some sort of a scanger if i listen to old school techno ,trance, italian house)))))))))))) ,or 2 pac, biggy,snoop drake ,but music is music i love it i realy love tears for fears ,the police ,men at work ,prince ,new order, depech mode ,the cure
bethoven 7 symphony 2nd movement ,bach unaccompanied chelo ,air (french band)



im delighted to hear that there is a few lads here who enjoy oldschool
 






[Sample: Ronald Reagan]
Our government has a firm policy not to capitulate to terrorist demands. That no-concessions policy remains in force, despite the wildly speculative and false stories about arms for hostages and alleged ransom payments, we did not, repeat, did not trade weapons or anything else for hostages, nor will we

[Verse 1]
The ballot or the bullet, some freedom or some bullshit
Will we ever do it big, or just keep settling for lil' sh*t?
We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers
We all talk having greens, but none of us own acres
If none of us own acres, and none of us grow wheat
Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat

So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding
Cause all we seem to give them is some balling and some dancing
And some talking about our car and imaginary mansions
We should be indicted for bullshit we inciting
Hand the children death and pretend that it's exciting
We are advertisements for agony and pain
We exploit the youth, we tell them to join a gang
We tell them dope stories, introduce them to the game

Just like Oliver North introduced us to cocaine
In the 80's when the bricks came on military planes

[Sample: Ronald Reagan]
A few months ago I told the American people I did not trade arms for hostages. My heart and my best intentions still tell me that's true, but the facts and the evidence tell me it is not

[Verse 2]
The end of the Reagan Era, I'm like 'leven, twelve, or
Old enough to understand the sh*t'll change forever

They declared the war on drugs like a war on terror
But what it really did was let the police terrorize whoever
But mostly black boys
, but they would call us "niggers"
And lay us on our belly, while they fingers on they triggers
They boots was on our head, they dogs was on our crotches

And they would beat us up if we had diamonds on our watches
And they would take our drugs and money, as they pick our pockets
I guess that that's the privilege of policing for some profit
But thanks to Reaganomics, prisons turned to profits
Cause free labor is the cornerstone of US economics
Cause slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison
You think I am bullshitting, then read the 13th Amendment
Involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits

That's why they giving drug offenders time in double digits
Ronald Reagan was an actor, not at all a factor
Just an employee of the country's real masters
Just like the Bushes, Clinton and Obama

Just another talking head telling lies on teleprompters
If you don't believe the theory, then argue with this logic
Why did Reagan and Obama both go after Qaddafi
We invaded sovereign soil, going after oil
Taking countries is a hobby paid for by the oil lobby

Same as in Iraq, and Afghanistan
And Ahmadinejad say they coming for Iran

They only love the rich, and how they loathe the poor
If I say any more they might be at my door
(Shh..) Who the **** is that staring in my window
Doing that surveillance on Mr. Michael Render
I'm dropping off the grid before they pump the lead
I leave you with four words: I'm glad Reagan dead

[Outro]
Ronald Wilson Reagan
Ronald Wilson Reagan
Ronald (6) Wilson (6) Reagan (6)
Ronald (6) Wilson (6) Reagan (666)
 
I hope (I hope)
I hope with the highest of hopes

That I never have to go back to the trap
And my days of dealing with dope
So I, I only spit fire and dope

So later on you can go quote
My lines to your people and folk

And they say damn (damn, damn, damn)
That boy be spitting that pressure (pressure)
And he be smoking that pressure (pressure)
And he smart as a professor, yes sir

25 lighters on dresser, pound of that pressure
Sittin right next to, next to
Next to a book and a gun
Ballot or bullet, you better use one
One time for the freedom of speeches (speeches)
Two time for the right to hold heaters (heaters)
Just skip to the fifth if the cops in your house
Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus

Ask why cause the Devil a lie (lie)
So I stay holy and high (high)
May never get rich, but I never *****
'Cause I made it here by and by

[Hook: Killer Mike & Joi Gilliam]
My my, y'all
I coulda died, y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all
I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all

But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all
Who am I, y'all
I coulda died, y'all
A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all
I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all

But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all

[Verse 2: El-P]
RTJ
You're gonna need a bigger boat, boys, you're in trouble
Aye, gonna need a little hope, boys, on the double
Aye, you muckin' with a G here, see, talk to me
Or maybe listen to the man that barely dodged his own lobotomy
Pop the tape in, baby, we got sh*t we wrote for you (for you)
Came from feeling what a pure absence of hope can do
Only to leap through flaming rings and break the nose of crews
Still in their wings'll be them darlings, hope they've broken you
Yeah, they better hope that
I'm a full force and a cold fact
See the cold floor where I licked dirt
When the dough dried and the pride died
Had a dumb max, had to shop right
Gimme two meals and the lights on
I'ma do right, get a new crew
Make a new life, never boo hoo

Never lose sight, I'm a voodoo
With a burst heart from an old soul
Better stop, drop when the squad's hot, we don't stop a lot
We don't talk a lot about it, we just pop it off a lot
I'm high, man, I'm a cosmonaut
Scream, "**** 'em," 'til they lop our bloody noggins off
I promise y'all

[Hook: Killer Mike & Joi Gilliam]
My my, y'all
I coulda died, y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all
I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all

But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all
Oh my, y'all
I coulda died, y'all
A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all
I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all

But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all

[Outro: El-P]
R-T-J..!
R-T-J..!
R-T-J..!
R-T-J..!
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEOximWoFd0



Smoke from the loosie drift
Hold it like a crucifix

Blow from the nose, I'm a dragon to a gnome
Got a average of bein' excellent the median just dope
Like the ratio of heroin to laxative that's sold

Authorities have spoken, demanded your pure devotion
Get magnetized to the ground while the falcons of murder close in
I chose to go guano, y'all know, kinda bat sh*t
The bright lights of ****ery stuck in me, automatic
I’ll tea bag a piranha tank, heart barely beatin'
A wild one who’ll swim like directly after he's eaten
While holding a toaster oven that's plugged with a fork in it
Cause death by electrocution's like life in New York, isn't it?

Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it
Pain's the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little shop of horrors that I can't even afford to rent in
Where's the exit?

Wanna talk shop I can chop it up with exacto touch
Whats the rush?

Autograph skin flaps, tag em up
I don't brag enough you de facto suck
A lotta you new to the El Producto milieu
Kinda like “**** is you?”
I'm a little black spot on a sun of lies
But I'm not too high to say I'm the truth

I line the booth to catch blood like a Bateman
Nothing sacred, I’ll mace a play pen
Jewel runner ***** make the name stick
Not for sale but I'm takin payments

[Hook: Killer Mike]
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
(Everybody's doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
Everybody doin’ it
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
(Everybody's doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win


[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
I’m fly as a pegasus, that’s no embellishment
I’m here to pain the whole game, where the Excedrin
Good pussy, good marijuana that be my medicine

And I’m a mixture of MJG and the Weathermen
A revolutionary bangin' on my adversaries
And I love Dr. King but violence might be necessary
Cause when you live on MLK and it gets very scary
You might have to pull your AK, send one to the cemetery

We overworked, underpaid, and we underprivileged
They love us, they love us (why?)
Because we feed the village
You really made it or just became a prisoner of privilege?
You willing to share that information that you’ve been given?

Like who really run this?
Like who really run that man that say he run this?
Who who really run that man that say he run this
Run run run run this?

Like who really fund this?
Like who really fund who say he fund this?

Like who in the world gon' tell Donald Sterl who to put on the “You can’t come” list?
Now don’t be silly
Who the **** gon' bully me if I got a billi?
If I got a billi and the ***** recording me, I’m like who cares
What I wouldn’t be is on TV stutterin' ta-ta-talkin' scared

So the question is when Don’s at home with that traitor ass ***** alone
Who’s that voice on the side of the phone that shakes and rattles his bones?
Could it be the man behind the man behind the man behind the throne?

Gone

[Hook]
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
(Everybody's doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
Everybody doin’ it
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win
(Everybody's doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win


Everybody doin' it
Everybody doin' it (doin' it)
Everybody doin' it
 
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a ***** when I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue

Because you treat me like sh*t
I paid for the bed and never even slept in it
I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in
And now somebody else is eating all the pudding
Things change, now my dashboard wooden
All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden
Dark shades, cause I'm stone crazy
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby
All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians
There were times I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini
And mother****ers can't see me
Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the sh*t look easy
Who would've thought I hit you right back?

Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a ***** when I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue

So many women wanna call me baby
And you wonder why the **** that I ain't call you lately
Some would say that I'm the symbol for *** and uh
Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me
And you could order whatever
The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce
You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next
And I understand that's only cause I'm popular
I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera
As Bocelli sings the celly rings
I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is
I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous
Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish

Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a ***** when I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue

I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue
From a razor in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink already shaken up
I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20's
I hope there's always snow in your driveway
I hope you never get off Fridays
And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays
I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket
I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck
And your headphones short, and your charger don't work
And you spill sh*t on your shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face
Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade
I hope you happy, I hope you happy
I hope you ruined this sh*t for a reason, I hope you happy, igh

Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a ***** when I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue

La la la la
 
Praise the lord, I was born to drive boat
Feeling like Slash in front of the chapel
I'm leaned back with the Les Paul

sh*t I smoke is like cholesterol
Spilled dressin' on the vest at the festival
The best of all, had a midget Puerto Rican at my beck and call
Best believe that there was neck involved

****ed around and almost wrecked the Saab
Uh, we took acid for ten days straight up in the mountains
Started running with the stallions
Playing frisbee in the West Indies, did the tango with my kidneys
Eyes open, now I know just who my kids need
Rockin' very loose pants, yeah
Rockin' very loose pants, yeah

Buried a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower

[Hook 1]
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset

Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset

[Verse 2]
By chance I seen her in the lobby of the Ritz
With her man, the one that swings a hockey stick

I was wearing all white, and my hair was looking precious
sh*t, I might cop a chest and a dresser
A little machine to make espresso
I heard your ***** still wears Ecko
Hide drugs behind the box of De Cecco
Live from the Expo, it's me
I wear the wolf in the winter, steer the coupe from the center
Who gives a ****, I'm a sinner
I had dreams of ****in' Keri Hilson in my Duncans
Woke up naked at the Hilton with a ***** that look like Seal's cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen (Got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen

[Verse 3]
Pump the bass in the trunk, sh*t rattled like a baby hand
Except this toy cost 80 grand

And I'm crazy tan, from all the places that I've been
Just from writing words with a pen

Tell the pilot "Land the plane," on Roosevelt and Main
Put a jacuzzi on the seven train
And lay John Coltrane play with that cocaine face
I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces, my *****'s name is Peaches
We got twin Mac elevens with the features
sh*t you barely got sneaker money
So much **** in their mouths, that's why these mother****ers speaking funny
You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya
(I can't hear ya)
You need to speak clearer dear, 'cause I can't hear ya


[Verse 4]
The Magic Johnson of the game
These lames don't want to play with me

Smile on your face, but I really know you hatin' me
I know you mad, cause I'm sick, and it's plain to see
It's me


[Hook 2]
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset
Ride the Harley into the sunset

[Guitar Outro: Curt Chambers]


 
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