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scranbawn great tune

have to say one of my favorite tunes and (in my opinion) better than the original he sang it with meaning
 



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQ5rI461KNE


That was me in BK on Atlantic
Never looked both ways, ran in traffic
Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant
Placed where the steel and cement became nature
Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous
Cityscape where the blood of good men courses
And the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelain
Take a knee to the gods and get horse sh*t
Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it
Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred
sh*t'll get in your head and cause panic
Have you desperately begging to get famous
Get your dignity dirty and left orphaned
Sanity on the fringe of distorted
Who are they to just take sh*t and hoard it?
Who am I that I don't get my portion?
The most impressionable minds
Get molested and informed by manipulating forces
Don't fret little man, don't cry
They can never take the energy inside you were born with
Knowing that, understand you could never be poor
You already won the war, you were born rich
You can only take the energy you had
Going back to the realm or the home where your lord is
Whoever, whatever that lord is
Couldn't give a **** if you ever made fortunes
**** anyone ever tryin' to run that punk sh*t
Send 'em to the flames where the orcs live
Them and the lost minds thinking they're smarter than us
Don't understand love's importance
And we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to the truth
Where the ashes and dust got formed in


[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
The beat breaks and your teeth break
Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake
It would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs
Falling out your mouth and on to the landscape
Me and El-P do the secret handshake
Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face
'Til he's punch drunk 'cause he's sweet as a pound cake
(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say
Into the wild, wild style ghetto child running wild
Where the lions and the owls stay
The powers that be even offered up reprieves
Told us they ain't take us out if we bow to our knees
But they can give that to the kings and the queens
And the worshipers of idols and followers of things
'Cause I would rather be in the jungle with the savages
It's kill or be killed, and I'm working with the averages
My professor emeritus
Say we been cursed being brought to the AmeriKKKas
How you raise a whole human single parent
No marriages, no sense of heritage?
Planned Parenthood helping plan miscarriages
But I'm lucky mommy already had a narrative
Product of a teenage love, my arrogance
Derives from the pride in the job my parents did
Named Mike, I was told it was godlike
Even danced with the devil, came out alright
OK, honor y'all? No way
Still spell AmeriKKKa with the triple K
Word up to Spice 1 and O'Shea
And any MC peeping what I go through
Real rap, my last line's so true
Rest in peace to Pimp C and Camu, too
We do it for you
 




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YGd3UFSfKo



[Intro: Ticketron]
Live, Li-li-li-li-
Live from the Garden


[Verse 1: El-P]
Run The Jewels live at the Garden
Lickin' off shots and we aim for the darkness
Make it get hot for a target
Kids cook s'mores off the crotch of our targets
Kumbaya *****
Buckle up lil' trooper
You can't get past me, I'm stuck in the future
The sh*t ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid


[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground, opportunity is here
I'm lookin' into space like, "Is anybody there?
And if aliens are here, please tell me how near
Do you come in peace or should everybody fear?
I'll wait your reply with a blunt and a beer."
I be the high guy with the belly and the beard
Smoke signal ET, ATLiens here


[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin' your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-


[Verse 3: El-P]
Beggin' your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it's a bargain
Lick from her lips to the crease in her garter
Her ass my religion, her love's why I'm livin'
I smoke farm to face by the field full, partner
Life's a shitnado, the smoke my umbrella
The boy's back turnin' his slacks to all yella (pri*k)
It's a daily lick, I slit throats with a grin that reek of pure sh*t
Travel by backflip, eat from the river, the panther heart taught to talk by smart chicks
Sip pure venom and skipped away grinnin'
I put that on mom, she ain't raise a Vic
Lil' ****nuts, sit
I piss on your wit, dismiss your whole sh*t


[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Live from the stage of the garden
We be the realest of the killers of the **** sh*t squadron
Movin' through the streets and we lootin,' robbin'
Mobbin,' marchin', carrying a carbine
Hello everybody, this is now bank robbery
Jesse James gang, we'll walk you through the process
You don't wanna be a hero, do not let that thought process
We will put a bullet where your thoughts get processed
Get that **** sh*t straight like a perm or a process
'cause for real the money money ain't the mother ****in' object
We just like excitement, gun fights, indictments
High speed chase through Manhattan in the night winds
Ooh, its the thrill of the kill
Watching Kill Bill on a pill as I grip steerin' wheel
Cops coulda' had the boy jammed I fear
But like Eddie Kane I made it I'm here


[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin' your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-


[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
I'm the sama lama doo ma lama danger ****'ll do your mama
Skeeter with the peeter, never eat her, tell her see ya later
Holla 'bout tomorrow, baby, I ain't got to holler (Vroom, vroom)
My Impala pop a pussy, pop a collar
Pop a pill then chill, no Bill, no Cosby
Not a ****r or a taker, bonafide heartbreaker
Hit her once, hit her twice, then tell her see ya later
Got head, watch Vice at her home in Decatur


[Verse 6: El-P]
Full clip, I'm a little bit sick, come equipped
Look at what I did for the grit, got it lit, what a cinch
Brought 'em just a little pinch of the truth, and they flip
Now they hanging from my sh*t, lil’ bit
It’s the Mensch, the myth
I do push-ups nude on the edge of cliffs
The jewels come quick, all gold and bricked
Click, click, boxer cutter spit
Brother, what a trip


[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin' your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-


[Outro: Ticketron]
Tickets are on sale now at the Garden box office
And all Ticketron locations, or charge by phone
 


Imagine 20 years with a bitter ***** and the same drama
Dame told you do this sh*t and you don’t see Dame karma
K9 on your ass, nigga no distraction
Pussy nigga wearin' pink I guess he think he matchin'
I’ma paint the picture, let the niggas make the caption
**** bars I’m tell nigga what really happened
You hear this tone, you know the mac is in my seat
You see exactly what I see you know my rap is not for free
You sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in the V
You singing nigga, ain't gonna be no back up ***** with me
I chew that nigga til’ my teeth hurt don’t even hit the weed first
*****es used to say I’m blessed and I didn’t even sneeze first
Much dirt as I got on you, don’t even need no research
My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church
Tax know you as the nigga that snitched on the Roc
D.C. crips only know you the nigga they shot
OG niggas don’t have no history with you on the block
And everybody seen the footage I got
Every since 10 you was a thirsty nigga
I ain't gone talk about the time you ****ed your sister
In 2002 you lost 50 pounds, ulcers in your liver
And now you tryna sell niggas liquor, nigga
You always play the sucker part
Where was all that Rico sh*t when you left Jim in Rucker Park?
Matter fact I’m on a true life change
But let's get back to that smack and that Tru Life chain
Damn bro
Damn the whole ****in' land know
After that 50 sh*t you moved to Orlando
You had the nigga Jim on the radio, where did Cam go?
We all understand though
You not really built for this sh*t
You not ready to kill for this sh*t
But no regrets
You gotta lift up a TEC to get Murder respect
Nigga are U-N, you dipped on the set
I’m the ****in cough in the slime flu
You gone out rhyme who? I’m your prime times 2
I never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do
*****es **** me but that's what dimes do
Somebody wanna jump in tell 'em come share
I’m starting to feel like we don’t really compare
I'm pretty nigga, wrist litty, sun wear
Diplomat only mean that you ain’t from here
You had a run here but y’all niggas is done here
All these pretty women and y’all niggas bringin' guns here
You way past the gun line
Every time you talk of me you sound like one time
I **** the King of rap ***** when I was unsign
And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line
Don’t blame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash
Sent my nigga Huddy on a dummy mission and he crashed
Gilet I know you need money I get it
I know your digital sales I know about your digits
I know Sony Red didn’t wanna your sh*t distribute
I know it's crickets so **** it use my name so they can click it
I made you, I raised you, why would I play you?
When you dealing with this power, nigga Flex can’t save you
Me amorin, drive the foreign, kick the door in
Lady treat me like him important
I don’t even think of scoring
I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston
On some Kyrie sh*t, y’all just talking
Heard that often
Had to rap again, y’all was boring 'em
Now you can tell Dave East, A$AP Mob, whatever you want
The whole hood know I’m the origin
You robbed Juelz on some Diddy sh*t
And when Jim start ballin' you get back on sissy sh*t
You even had the nerve to call up Sham
And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam
Damn, Cam, I thought more of you
But when I think about it, that's really all you do
You really not that fly
You really not that guy
You really not that wise
I'm really not surprised
All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom’s to side with your lies
Now I'm like **** it Drago “if he dies he dies”
Ain’t no unity
Ain’t no Children of the Corn
Ain’t no you and me
Any nigga ever got Diplomat Immunity
Was niggas who ratted or ones who snitched on their community
And thats word to my nigga Big L
To my nigga ****ing Trell and to that nigga Bigavel
To nigga Loon on all my niggas in the cell
Hope you hold ya head, I hope y’all niggas doing well
This Ma$e nigga, I invented the curve
I’m the name on the ribbon on the bird
I’m done rapping with you
You’ll always be my ***** you got my ****ing name tatted on you
 
Salam Aleikum Joe
Whenever you're in Dubai
We have a zoo in the house
We got tigers called Tyga and Kylie
We living life!


[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh
Pulled up in the big boy drop to the big boy yacht
Too many Patek Phillipes, I make the big boys watch
Villa suites in the Fendi chateau
Now ask Big Meech what he know about Joe
I'm fly like Ye, get mines with Jay
Got every pretty ***** tryna ride my wave
Gotta have slim waist and the face Sade
Lay up in the crib and menage all day
Went from nothin' to somethin', now I'm pushin' the button
To the Wraith and the jewelry like a safe
It's a hundred on the hate, but I'm zoned on the cake
When I'm gone I'm gonna miss y'all like the gold on the Cristal
Hit Avi, told him switch dials
Green prawns in Philippe Chow
It ain't sh*t to me
No Drake, but the P is free
She got cake, well it's somethin' to see, right


[Chorus: Dre]
All I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it
Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it


[Post-Chorus: Dre]
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher
Yeah, I got a new flex and I'm so excited
Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it


[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Ever got head in the Wraith? Well it's outta this world
You don't believe me? Then ask your girl, keep it a hundred
All she wanted was a real nigga
I'm prayin' every day not to kill niggas
Blocka!
Everything Fendi from the lights to the sofa
Everybody fly, put Fendi on the chauffeur
So sentimental, make her cry when it's over
Biggie, "Hypnotize," still feel her thighs on my shoulder
Throw money at these hoes but I don't do dances
Keep threesomes on my mind like the hat on the Chance kid, woo!
Yeah we back at the Grammy's
And this time I'm bringin' back home three for the family, right


[Chorus: Dre]
All I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it
Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it


[Post-Chorus: Dre]
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher
Yeah, I got a new flex and I'm so excited
Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it


[Bridge: Fat Joe]
Hey, ***** so bad I could risk it all
If you don't want no problems, boy don't get involved
Now everything ain't Gucci, this a different star
I'm about to go Carmelo, boy and risk it all
***** so bad I could risk it all
If you don't want no problems, boy don't get involved
Now everything ain't Gucci, this a different star
I'm about to go 'Melo, ayy


[Chorus: Dre]
All I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it
Yeah, all I know is how to keep it super clear
Good head on your shoulder, damn it's super there
When you send a text, I get so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex and I think I like it


[Post-Chorus: Dre]
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so excited
Yeah, I got a new flex, add it to the cypher
Yeah, I got a new flex and I'm so excited
Yeah, got a new flex and I know I like it
 
Check it out
I call it, yeah, yeah


[Hook]
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters


[Verse 1]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up, first I regretted it, then caught my rage
Like, how could I not protect her from this awful phase?
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised
Like a princess, but while I'm on stage I can't leave her defenseless
Plus she's seen me switchin' women, Pops was on some pimp sh*t
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin'
So if her husband is a gangster, can't be mad, I'll love him
Never, for her I want better, homie in jail – dead that
Wait 'til he come home, you can see where his head's at
Niggas got game, they be tryna live
He seen your Mama crib, plus I'm sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus a honest kid
Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
You seventeen, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like I'm not the cleanest father figure
But she rockin' with it


[Hook]
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important


[Verse 2]
This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
This social network said: "Nas, go and get your kid!"
She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon' post no pic
Of herself underdressed – no inappropriate sh*t, right?
Her mother cried when she answered
Said she don't know what got inside this child's mind, she planted
A box of condoms on her dresser, then she Instagram'd it
At this point I realized I ain't the strictest parent
I'm too loose, I'm too cool with her
Should've drove more time to school with her
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
To public school, they're too nurture teen talents
They grow fast, one day she's your little princess
Next day she's talkin' boy business – what is this?
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls


[Hook]
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important


[Verse 3]
And I ain't tryin' to mess your thing up
But I just wanna see you dream up
I finally understand
It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons
How fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
When she date, we wait behind the door with a sawed-off
‘Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Love
 
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