MK Asante Young Bucks Lyrics

MK Asante Young Bucks Lyrics

[Intro: MK Asante]
To all my young bucks. Kill distractions, create energy, fear nothing, and attack everything. Yahmean

[Verse One: MK Asante]
MK, city of the Fresh Prince
Where they carrry them Wessuns and Will Smith
Real shit, got deal wit, trife
Dead bodies under street lights
Half Past Midnight can’t get right
Cause we got vision, but we lost sight
Like I had a best friend but he lost life
Senseless cuz nghz was centless
Self destruction lookin seductive
Half the parts but no instructions
So they lookin the part but lack substance
While my raps tap hearts like favorite cousins
And buzzfeed even said my buzz is buzzin
Did what the pundits said I wasn’t
Reputiated the repugnant, like Douglass
And I write for young bucks in the ghetto
Illustratin life on a higher level
Show em how not to settle through the treble
Problem with authority always been a rebel
Rose from concrete always been a petal
Fuck fear & doubt always been the devil
Back when my own squad was like whateva
Never doubted endeavas to betta my chedda
Regardless of wherever wheneva whoeva
Young boy, holy cow, tougher than leather
‘Summertime livin easy’ sang Ella
Hotel Fitzgerald ngh the views is stellar
Reading Fitzegerald my ngh and knowin I’m better
Than the veterans—MK—Letterman
Dopeamine like instant messagin
I’m loosin em, let me talk about sex again
How my dick long, stamina Mexican
But the New Jim Crow got my next of kin
Oscar, Trayvon, they tryna next the kid
Black, fly, handsome, intelligent
Estrogren pressed to get next to him
But I’m focused like I be snorting Dexedrine
Plus nuts, I ain’t take my medicine
Q & A – fuck I ain’t better than?
(“You can’t close the leads you’re given, you can’t close shit, you are shit, hit the bricks, pal, and beat it cause you’re going out!”)
(“The Machine” Levene: The leads are weak.”)
(“The leads are weak? Fuckin’ leads are weak? You’re weak. I’ve been in this business 15 years.”)
(“What’s your name?”)
(“FUCK YOU, that’s my name!!”)

[Verse Two: King Mez]
This feet up at the new crib music
Lotta niggas that I know never made it out
So I salite to those who did do it
Coulda starved to death ya shirt see rib through it
Lotta people lack heart won’t live through it
Get the unction to fight better give to it
Bring life to the world when i write
Ya’ll niggas black and white I’m Roy G Biv through it
Fought a lot, it was on if you played me
Smart but artistic school system couldn’t grade me
On me, you ain’t wanna see me in the ones boy
Set of good clippers couldn’t even fade me
Rap niggas dont unpack ya suitcase
I really doubt he game gone let you stay
On IG, spending your advance
Got a loan tryna cover how you balled like a toupee
See you with the chains, but not affording none
But niggas kill for the jewels like its sorta fun
And they got K’s And they got K’s And they got K’s
Not the kind that come with 401′s
Love for the gun, no short of thugs, more’ll come
Cause we teach war to them, it ain’t what it was
Do it effect the brain well I’m sure it does
Do it effect the life as coroners
Highschool when the cops brought the k-9′s through
One of my best friends had the bag of hash
Wanted to make bread so he had to dash
Bathroom break, met up with who had the cash real quick
Even though the grass was ass
So much the dogs couldn’t smell it walking past the stash
Told them niggas look, meet us after class
Or we can do it right now I don’t have to pass
See how, we do when the rappers flash
All these niggas act, don’t nobody have to cast
And we live the life even if the casket crash
For the bread niggas, Even if we have to blast
Word Even if we have to blast
Grew up to get loot up
Lil niggas shoot up
Nobody blink, don’t nobody bat the lash
Really tho?
I just have to ask, Do y’all see this?

[Outro: MK Asante] I walk up to the corner of 10 Gs, where all the unfukwitable chill. They stand where they al- ways stand, between the liquor store and the corner store, next to the Fern Rock Apartments fence, under the train tracks, and across the street from Rock Steady, this bugged ngh who sits on a crate all day with a broken radio, rocking his head back and forth to a beat no one else can hear. My mom calls them the “corner boys” because they’re always out there, posted like guards at a checkpoint. They hug the block, huddled in hustle, eyeing everything and everyone everywhere every day

Childish Gambino IV. sweatpants Lyrics

Childish Gambino IV. sweatpants Lyrics

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive, she asking, “Why you say that?!”
I’m chillin’, real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a villain
Still spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts, pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet’N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners, you ain’t even know
Never catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo’ girl, she chalky knees
No hands like soccer teams and y’all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain’t copping these, niggas ain’t looking like me
Nah, I ain’t checking I.D. but I bounce ‘em with no problem
Tell ‘em, Problem (Problem!)

[Bridge: Childish Gambino]
I’m winnin’, yeah, yeah, I’m winnin’ (what?) [x3]
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

[Hook: Problem]
Don’t be mad cause I’m doing me better than you doing you (x3)
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon’ do?

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain’t nobody sicker and my Fisker, “vroom, vroom,” ho
Ain’t nobody–
(Fiskers don’t make noise when they start up…just so you know)
Top of the Hold ‘em totem, ri-rich forever, a million was not the quota
My father owned half of MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods and I’m too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a-k-a
White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
So Maserati, you whipping a Kia
Spending this money, it’s longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
“Err-err-err-err”: onomatopoeia, oh, I got my cool on! (tailormade)
I’m winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don’t give a fuck about my family name


Wu-Tang Clan Triumph Lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan Triumph Lyrics

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
What y’all thought y’all wasn’t gonna see me
I’m the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This ninety-seven
Aight my niggas and my niggarettes
Let’s do it like this
I’ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let’s take it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically
Socrates’ philosophies and hypotheses
Can’t define how I be dropping these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits
Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millennium
Killer Bees sold fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen B’s ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block

[Method Man]
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence
The hard-headed never learn
It’s my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life standing firm
On foreign land jump the gun out the frying pan into the fire
Transform into the Ghost Rider
A six-pack and a streetcar named desire
Who got my back in the line of fire holding back what
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at
Niggas is strapped and they trying to twist my beer cap
Is court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
Clot, we smoke pot and blow spots
You want to think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain’t got to tell you where it’s coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary ‘Donna talking
Tell your story walking
Take cover kid what
Run for your brother kid
Run for your team and your “six can’t rhyme” groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought I got the fashion
Catalogs for all y’all to all praise due to God

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
For judgment day cometh, conquer it’s war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tunes split the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthesias
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
The axe kill adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring kings

March of the wooden soldiers
C-Cypher-Punks couldn’t hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square we stamp gold like Fleer
Escape from your dragon’s lair in particular
My beats travel like a vortex through your spine
To the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
Now terminal like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck, I’m ducking five-year probation

War of the masses, the outcome disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back received penalties for their acts
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song

[Masta Killa]
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds that’s heard
Ninety-three million miles away from came one
To represent the Nation, this is a gathering
Of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef takes the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo Yo Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggas laid back
Lamping like them gray and black Puma’s on my man’s rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a Navy green salamander fiend, bitches overheard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand dollar cord by convention
Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Hold the fuck up, I’ll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
It’s me, black, Noble Drew Ali
Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so
Caesar needs the greens, it’s Earth
Ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz

Aiyyo that’s amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my man child walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank visor world tranquilizer
Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see y’all, the number one draft pick
Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God substantiala
Max mostly, undivided then slide in sickening
Guaranteed made em jump like Rod Strickland

Lindsey Stirling Shatter Me Lyrics

Lindsey Stirling Shatter Me Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lzzy Hale]
I pirouette in the dark
I see the stars through me
Tired mechanical heart
Beats until the song disappears

Somebody shine a light
I’m frozen by the fear in me
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me
So cut me from the line
Dizzy, spinning endlessly
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!

[Violin Drop]
Shatter me!
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!

[Verse 2]
If only the clockworks could speak
I wouldn’t be so alone
We burn every magnet and spring
And spiral into the unknown


[Violin Drop]

If I break the glass, then I’ll have to fly
There’s no one to catch me if I take a dive
I’m scared of changing, the days stay the same
The world is spinning but only in rain
If I break the glass, then I’ll have to fly
There’s nobody to catch me if I take a dive
I’m scared of changing, the days stay the same
The world is spinning but only in rain


[Violin Drop]
Shatter me!
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me!

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