I gave you all my love, all my love I gave to you Fell for the things I couldn't see But now I see through you & who knew? Cuz I never would've guessed it You ripped out my fucking heart- It's sitting right where you left it I set shit on fire when I find it to be flammable Couldn't take the shit talking That's when I knew that I had to go I'm mad & so, I'm crying every night when I'm relaxing Cuz I thought that I was stronger Hate the way that I'm reacting I miss you & I can't even find a fucken reason Besides the fact I love you & without you, I can't breathe & I ain't eating I ain't smoking I've been drinking- Help me cope with knowing me & you just shouldn't be together & I'm growing Weeds- Dandelions You see, I ain't smiling Been losing hella weight Hesitate. Keepin' silent I wanna fucken scream I know that missed I guess I just never thought that it would end like this One syllable. Love. Kill 'em all I'm gullible. Your lullaby sucked so bad (2x) I gave you all my trust. All my trust I gave to you Fell for the things I couldn't see But now I see through you I knew you was hiding shit But you'd never admit it All the red flags been waving at me Tell me that I'm "tripping" When I'm dipping through the evidence- Complain about your privacy It's in my fucken face- How could you still fucken lie to me? I try to keep calm But I feel it in my guts that you fucking other bitches When you calling me a "slut" I used to interrupt But eventually I'd just take it & I felt so ugly 'bout myself whenever I'd be naked A mistake & I swear to god I will never it Again cuz I know that if I built it You would break it Wide awake & I can't sleep I feel stupid So fucken mad Understand, going through an Episode of letting go It's tragic cuz I thought I had his love But dick, I never even had it One syllable. Love. Kill 'em all I'm gullible. Your lullaby sucked so bad (2x) I gave you all my heart, all my heart I gave to you Fell for the things I couldn't see But now I see through you & do you know you killed my self esteem? I used to be conceited- now I see what's wrong with me Boy, remember when you told me you was "Outta my league?" Please! My ex- Boyfriend is way finer & we both know the truth & ain't nothin' to be proven- If you really loved me you wouldn't have put me through it You told me you "downgraded" when you started datin' me Accusing me of sucking dick just to get a little tweak Now in see what I'm worth I remembered just how beautiful I am inside & out & now I see what isn't mutual I used to go to you whenever I felt depressed But I realize now you're the one that caused the stress! & I guess I forgive you cuz the tears coming slower But I promise Imma be the one girl you never get over One syllable. Love. Kill 'em all I'm gullible. Your lullaby sucked so bad (2x) You lullaby sucked so bad So mother fucken' bad I said your lullaby sucked so bad
You on point phife? Once again tip You on point phife? Once again tip You on point phife? Once again tip Word Watch me bust they shit Okay Oh, you did it to me once again my friend I swear you do it to me everytime 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo you got it goin on (say word), on and on and on On and on and on This is the year that I come in and just devastate My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate? My rhymes are harder than last night's erection Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your rear section My shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tight Amping up the mic making sure production's tight Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock My name's malik my hobby's putting mc's to the test And if you front I'll put my foot up in your freaking chest Freestyle fanatic, and never will it ever stop You crew is loose, you might just want to call the cops Aye, yo I gotta put some action on paper Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper The only tip I got for a waiter Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought Now I'm at a level supreme to the devil So turn up the bass and lay low on the treble We be the real mc's and you dead, bring a shovel Revitalize, the vital tribe nigga, what? The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts You know a fellas good for the moola Don't smoke no woolas, read the name call me slick tip the ruler Oh, you did it to me once again my friend I swear you do it to me everytime 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo you got it goin on, on and on and on On and on and on Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure points But I can break a fella down like sex You eat wheat chex but still light in the ass and can't flex If one nigga front I'mma make more pay 'Cause tonight, we gettin off like o. j And yo I got a dawg that bites, fuck the barking Yo I got a crew with the beats and the smarts and I fought my shit up on linden in the one-nine-two Forever writing never biting ain't shit else to do Hoping to battle, but most mc's ain't ready yet But if they utter one word then it's as good as set You have mc's dropping bombs that's incredible Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable As for me see I just do how I love to do Try to deny me of my props then I'll be seeing you Most of you suckers wanna be down for the tag along The freaking fame, someone tell em that this shit ain't games You gots to do this from your heart meaning your inner soul And if it's real only then will you be on a roll I try to stay on top my game there ain't no time to lose Four albums deep as a quester but still we payin' dues So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself 'Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self I'm coming rugged with the linden boule type of slang And yo, we'll see who can hang yo You on point tip? Yo once again phife You on point tip? Yo once again phife You on point tip? Yo once again phife Ayo that kid is marvelous Oh, you did it to me once again my friend I swear you do it to me everytime 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo you got it goin on, on and on and on On and on and on
[Verso] Ele tinha vida problemática e crises Perder pai e mão sacudiram suas raízes Sempre acompanhado de amigos pra baladas Companhia pra geladas, mas nenhuma delas tava no deslize Alimentar narizes virou A fonte para alimentar o filho e as contas que o pai deixou Sua vida em declive era show Mas sumiram os atores e atrizes quando ele rodou No banquinho de cimento em frente o salão da bete Da mesma forma que ficava quando era pivete Sentado sem camisa, de bermuda e havaiana No bolso 3 pinos, 2 dola e uma bagana Esperando a grana, daquele moleque que comprou fiado na outra semana Passou o carro dos cana E como sempre nem se preocupou, porque o PM é conhecido e filho da dona Ana Mas dessa vez ele não viu, que o carro que se aproximava era da policia civil Na barriga sentiu um frio pois lembrou que bateu um fio pro Pedrin da Av. Brasil Dizendo que ia descer na passarela 10, ao invés de pegar um trem sentido Cordovil Só pra compra uns 5 pó de 10, pra fazer um din no bar do Venâncio que hoje é jogo do Brasil Mas dependência aqui te faz refém, e a incoerência de não ouvir quem te quer bem E faro compulsivo fez despertar, a coragem de um superman Já tava certo que ia lucrar, pra pagar o Toninho Pedreiro e as fraldas do neném Só não pensou que se o moio azedar, esse plano perfeito não sai tão bem E o cana apaisana com o cano na cintura, ia dar mais que dura na fissura de prender alguém De bater em alguém Mas o figura encarou nos olhos e viu muito mais além E todas horas de escuta dessa investigação Mensagens e ligações pra firmar acusação Escolhas da vida adulta querer ser proteção E mandar mais um bandido pra prisão Eu sei que a lei é falha então não quero provar dela Nem lutar por ela, não me enganei São vários prisioneiros tentando burlar ela Outros defender ela e quem ganha é o Rei Somos nós a justiça não é o batalhão nem favela E essa guerra eu não travei Na hora de assumir a bronca do que escolheu pra si Não tem como resistir, renda-se ou prenda-se E essa história me faz lembrar Do papo que eu ouvia na sala de estar Na hora do almoço ou jantar, tava lá na TV violência sem parar Ainda bem que eu pude despertar E aprendi respeitar, mas sem deixar de peitar E a oportunidade tá na nossa mão de mudar A mentalidade dessa geração que há de chegar
Vários problemas me põe no poço Eu quero resolver isso ainda hoje (sei não) Vários pilantra correndo solto Eu quero resolver isso ainda hoje (sei não) Sei que esse corre me deixa louco Eu quero resolver isso ainda hoje (sei não) Eu cansei de passar sufoco Hoje eu quero relaxar um pouco [lk] Só quero viver sem rancores e agouros Despreocupado e sem problema Mas se a rua me cobra eu não fujo Tô firme forte, já nasci pronto pra guerra Igual nunca vou correr dela Do sistema eu sou intrujo meu estúdio é Refúgio Meus erros eu mesmo assumo Vou resolver uns cao para ver se eu durmo Que enquanto o dia nasce eu tô fritando Nesses corre Então desliga o telefone, se não como é Que dorme, mais um dia que morre Eu tô naquela querendo cobrar os traíras Pilantra, a vida se encarrega não adianta O universo conspira, é cobra Mas nós destila o veneno, dissimulado Não assimila Tô fugindo de problema primo Tô fugindo de problema primo Tô fugindo de problema é inevitável Um dia cinza, mas hoje o tempo tá abrindo [refrão: lk] Vários problemas me põe no poço Eu quero resolver isso ainda hoje (sei não) Vários pilantra correndo solto Eu quero resolver isso ainda hoje (sei não) Sei que esse corre me deixa louco Eu quero resolver isso ainda hoje (sei não) Eu cansei de passar sufoco Hoje eu quero relaxar um pouco [rod] Dia de sol na barraca de praia mano Quem não quer isso hoje Não se pode confiar em ninguém Eu sempre soube Sorriso falso na foto, olha pra bem Pra minha cara e vê se eu tô fora de foco Pra não ficar fora de si Nem metade do que eu tenho Eu mostro na frente das câmeras tô escondido como em câmaras subterrâneas Pessoas que não entendem rimas Tão contemporâneas E os críticos subindo Na parede igual aranhas É tanta coisa eu não consigo dormir Logo eu que caia no sono em qualquer lugar Por aí As coisas mudam as pessoas também Algumas não, eu sei, isso é normal Mas elas não aceitaram o que veem Alguns terão motivos sim Pra me acusar de insano Se não tá na minha pele então não entende Meus planos Minha buscas são pela paz, pelo amor Pelo espírito Não pela grana, mesmo que te pareça onírico [refrão: lk] Vários problemas me põe no poço Eu quero resolver isso ainda hoje (sei não) Vários pilantra correndo solto Eu quero resolver isso ainda hoje (sei não) Sei que esse corre me deixa louco Eu quero resolver isso ainda hoje (sei não) Eu cansei de passar sufoco Hoje eu quero relaxar um pouco [felp] E a rua continua a mesma fita nego Os moleques no cerol entre o caos e o medo Na calçada pivetada lata vira origami Na sucata Garantindo a marmita, segue o enredo Inferno denso, debaixo da minha sola Onde o governo ignora a magia sem cartola Dormindo na cartolina sem emprego sem dólar Sem nike e sem escola assim se move A rotina Liguei o foda-se e desci minha rua Decidido a mudar essa porra toda Mas olho na marquise 1 pai 3 filhos E sua esposa O que cê pensa? qual sua crença? O importante é fazer a diferença Esqueci as desavenças só por hoje Que a polícia não me prenda Só peço até à noite Pois eu sei que o bicho pega Em meio a madrugada fria Agradeço a suprema força Por tá vivo mais um dia
Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan It ain't all good and that's the truth Thangs ain't goin' like you think they should it's all on you I don't care about what you think you see The thangs you want to know when you look at me God knows I done been through and paid my dues Can't change how you feel, 'cause it's all on you-whoahhha-ohh-yeah I wish that, you could be a little bit more upfront Weigh the situation how you want right The lovin' that you claim is just a four letter word The third letter's invitin' so visualize the verb You curve thoughtways when you're handlin' the candleabra So you sittin' on the baby grand Transmittin' like you're made of man But you paint a funny face like a chick When I see you I'ma tell you quick that I can't believe we built this large pizza pie together no pepperoni Yeah, you wanted extra cheese, sometimes I gave you extras How we divided slices like the Red Sea theory I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn zapora Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror But my microscope couldn't see or cope with that I had to bolt from that, and left you dead in the sea It's better for me, I'm satisfied with reppin' for D We were certified hot, then dropped to lukewarm Now we back up in the spot, claimin' never been gone Niggaz who cut us off, wanna reattach us now (Them girls who brushed us off, say they want some [unverified] to dial) Yeah, I give that ass a number and some lumber to pile Now catch a curve from my kick (Or show me lovin' by brick) So stick to the same plan, don't come shakin' my hand Like we peeps, it ain't beef but be sure to understand Between us, it ain't all Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan You see them kids be schemin' on what we done copped Always out there schemin' They steady fiendin' for the moment they can get us off the block Why they always fiendin'? Your people might have your back But you need to watch your front Indeed, ain't nothin' guaranteed That's the truth, things ain't goin' like you think they should A lot say they wanna walk in my size 10's Aight then, here's a pair Lace 'em up tight then you might feel what was dealt to me You see ain't no young boys up in here, keep a clear head Tryin' to keep my pockets on stuffed like deer heads Upon the wall, so all the gall we get from y'all don't faze So mind your biz and walk away 'Cause I'm never gonna let you up inside my maze I don't care about what you think you see The thangs you want to know when you look at me God knows I done been there and paid my dues I can't change how you feel, 'cause it's all, on you-whoahha-ohh Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan
Realizei meus sonhos cedo Sem dar tempo pro tempo me atrasar Sem amor, raiva, medo ou mediocridade O segredo tá no talento de não demonstrar E deixar acreditarem na sua inferioridade Ou você tem brilho próprio e é uma estrela Ou não brilha, não existe astro pela metade A maneira com a qual você observa o ópio É o que antes de usar-lo se tira da realidade, Mil tretas, todas resolvidas Sem precisar guardar vidas dentro das minhas gavetas Pedidos de redenção, tantas almas perdidas Vagando pelas batidas cuspidas pelas canetas Mil vidas vagam no planeta levando grana em maletas que devem ser investidas Ou dadas pra quem merece eu sou Godryc Gryffindor Minha caneta só absorve o que a fortalece O que é brega, bobagem, bobos agem com a razão Coração prefere agir as cegas Mais muito interfere na visão Começando na emoção que o sentimento carrega É a leveza dos passos sequenciais Faço sequências de strikes torrenciais Faço nos Mic's tipo o que Hendrix fez na guitarra Ou seja, depois que eu morrer não nascerão iguais Tipo imã de playlist baby, eles com típicas rimas alpiste, fakes Alpinista do século XXI, o Everest me parece um montinho de areia (King) Bestificada com as luzes de natal Sem nem imaginar o que vinha depois Ela me disse: As vozes não soam mal Mas eu assassinei as vozes com a Winchester 22 Bestificada com as luzes de natal Sem nem imaginar o que vinha depois Ela me disse: As vozes não soam mal Mas eu assassinei as vozes com a Winchester 22 Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dollar dollar bill, y'all Come with me! Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La la-da-la la la la la I love it when you call me big poppa Put your hands in the air if you’s a true player Ain’t no place I’d rather be Chillin' with homies and family Sky high, iced out, paradise in the sky
[Verso 1] Pra onde leva o acorde, piano Pra onde leva tanto papo, cantando Tamo plantando, mais sementes mais que cantando Colhendo o fruto da discórdia mano Você lembra quando, colou la em casa Como meus pais ficaram te olhando Uma ameaça, pro berço cristão da família reaça Meu questionamento, tanto porquê, sempre soava pirraça Só porque você falava coisas para refletir, não só para repetir É mano quantas vezes me tranquei e só pensei em ti No incio tive que mentir E fingia que não te dava ouvidos, e me juntava com os amigos, que nem mesmo escolhi Mas tava ficando inevitável A cada roda de escarnecedores que conhecia me revelava o inimaginável E você me disse, que era tudo no meu nome, rasgou-se o véu do templo com o comando de microfone E ainda queriam que eu não te ouvisse, babaquice, até poderia ouvir, se falasse de religião e outras tolices que tive que engolir [Ponte] Enquanto toda essa redoma me adestrava ser passivo você vinha e me ensinava batalhar Cada vitória me libertava de um coma, me sentia mais vivo em ti podia confiar E fui crescendo lembrando de seus conselhos, aqueles que me fizeram olhar no espelho e admirar Aquele fedelho, filho do reverendo teve a oportunidade de se libertar [Verso 2] Sempre me lembro disso Quando WS me falou do sabota o tal do rap é compromisso E você me ensinado a não ser omisso, não tem nada haver com sacrifício É poder para o povo preto, e me sentia muito preto ouvindo isso Pois foram 3 pretos que me ensinaram a representar os 4 elementos Os inumanos me disseram seja o líder, não importa o momento Valeu Mahal, só assim pude emergir criando identidade forte Slow da BF me fez refletir o que é um dia sem hip-hop Esquadrão Zona Norte Pois, De tanta idéia nova me enchi Da ideologia me esvaziei mas sempre valorizei quem me fez chegar até aqui Das tracks no Expresso 22 até as batidas do Goribeatzz, a vida é um rap, a morte um feat Desculpa foi isso que escolhi
Saudade é foda A dor que fica aperta o peito aqui Me dividi pela metade a cada um que vi partir Lembrei do sonho De fazer um funk bolado, ganhar dinheiro adoidado Um diá ser o dono do bairro, foi ontem Época de praça, geral louco subconsciente grava Imagem sangue, amigo morto Mundo escroto Com puta inocência A gente aceita sempre impacientemente O gueto escuro estreito e torto Começou num beque a brinca Quando ainda ninguém visava nada Além de tinta e gata linda Água limpa no brejo tinha, eu lembro irmão Enxergava o paraíso chapadão jogando altinha Mas a idade bate, a vaidade grita Quem tem base sobe, quem não tem se fode e fica Neguin queria fita, bagulho bolado Bike virou carro, que virou supermercado Olho cresce na medida em que aparece jóia Catete, lapa e glória o bonde ali é foda Aron cadê você? Rogério na cadeia chora Junto com o Drope que taria muito melhor jogando bola e ficou pra contar história, um milhão de parada Treta séria, asfalto quente várias guia arrebentada Aqui ninguém tá mais em casa Catete é o piripaque O que era beck virou crack, a juventude tá internada!
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Going each and every place with the mic in their hand New York, NJ, N.C., VA We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Going each and every place with the mic in their hand Oaktown, L.A., San Fran, St. John People give your ears so I be sublime It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine Niggas, take off your coats ladies, act like gems Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo Ludicrous, we speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo Heard me in the eighties, J Beez on the promo On my never ending quest to get the paper on the caper But now, let me take it to the Queens side I'm taking it to Brooklyn side All the residential Questers to invade the way Hold up a second son, 'cause we almost there You can be a black man and lose all your soul You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and dolo Of delf for self, see there's no one else Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on) Do that, do that, do do that that that(OK) Do that, do that, do do that that that I'm bugging out, so let me get back 'cause I'm wettin niggaz So run and tell the others 'cause we are the brothas I learned how to build mics in my workshop class So give me this award, and let's not make it the last We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Going each and every place with the mic in their hand Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Going each and every place with the mic in their hand Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas Back in '89, I simply slid into place Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face A lot of kids was busting rhymes but they had no taste Some said Quest was wack, but now is that the case I have a quest to have the mic in my hand Without that, it's like Kryptonite and Superman So Shaheed come in with the sugar cuts Phife Dawg's my name, but on stage, call me Dynomutt When was the last time you heard the Phifer sloppy Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy Top notch baby, never coming less Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in Quest Sit back , relax, get up out the path If not that, here's the dance floor, come move that ass Non-believers, you can the steps I roll with Shaheed and the brother Abstract Niggas know the time when the Quest is in the jam I never let a statue tell me how nice I am Coming with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees Living mad phat like an over sized Bam-bi The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh When my track record's longer than a DC-20 aircraft So, next time that you think you want something here Make something deffer, take that garbage to St. Elsewhere We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Going each and every place with the mic in their hand S.C., Maryland, New Orleans, Motown We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Going each and every place with the mic in their hand Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Going each and every place with the mic in their hand Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Going each and every place with the mic in their hand New York, NJ, N.C., VA
I believe that's love That's love I believe that's love I believe that's love That's love I believe that's love I believe love, love Uh of the things we believe There's a whole lot of work we should roll up our sleeves And we got a hold firm when fate's full like a sieve Why doubt your plans cause when its all worth believing We can make it work do believe that We've mistrust in the dust and believe fact We can achieve tact By tuning out negative feedback Naysayers can hate we concentrate to bring belief back Into ourselves into the world into the rap game Emcees are miserable that means their music's leaving mikes maimed Man look we holding down for the truth If we alone in the loop we gone hold for the proof Man put it in believing Believe in believing Seeing ain't believing its the feeling that we needing Believe in each other put the question to the system They promising returns then question what you getting We should believe in the reasons we existing Time for renaissance to reawaken what is with it Belief can confirm make it is what it isn't Sometimes I wish I had belief when I didn't I believe that's love (let's go c'mon) I believe that's love That's love In the land of make belief time to make unbelief believable Take a belief to the realm of the real Believe in this shit that's force fed through the medium Believe it is real when it's really a raw deal Never disbelieve when you see human miracle Like ghetto children shining bright in Babylon Believe in that don't believe in stats to the contrary Gotta be weary of them theories carry on People find belief when they don't find identity Believe in your friends don't believe in your enemies Mountains of doubts and disbeliefs right in front of you Troops on the other side what you gone do Oh oh I believe Oh that's love that's love Oh oh I believe Oh that's love that's love I believe love, love I believe love, love I believe
Do I love you? Do I lust for you? Am I a sinner because I do the two? Could you let me know Right now, please Bonita Applebum Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita, Bonita, Bonita Hey Bonita, glad to meet ya For the cunning, stunning you, miss, I must beseech ya Hey, being with you is a top priority Ain't no need to question the authority Chairman of the board, the chief of affections You got mine's to swing in your direction Hey, you're like a hip hop song, you know? Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita, Bonita, Bonita 38-24-37 (mmm, mmm, mmm) You and me, hun, we're a match made in heaven I like to kiss ya where some brothers won't I like to tell ya things some brothers don't If only you could see through your elaborate eyes Only you and me, hun, the love never dies Satisfaction, I have the right tactics And if you need 'em, I got crazy prophylactics So far, I hope you like rap songs Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Bonita, Bonita, Bonita Ayo Who’s having a ball? And you know, they ask me to get on the mic And they ask me Can I kick it? Word (Yes you can!) Can I kick it?
Yo, microphone check one two what is this The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Winans got family No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You want to diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path Messing round with this you catch the sizing of em? I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper Refuse to compete with BS competition Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission I never walk the streets, think it's all about me Even though deep in my heart, it really could be I just try my best to like go all out Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation Minds get flooded, ejaculation Right on the two inch tape The Abstract poet incognito, runs the cape Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my Point across, so bust, the floss As I go in between, the grit and the dirt Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, As I crack the, monotone Children of the jazz so, get your own Smoking R&B cause they try to do me Or the best of the pack but they can't do rap For it's Abstract, original You can't get your own and that's, pitiful I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug On R&B, but I can't and that's bugged Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction People be hounding, always surrounding Pulsing, just like a migraine pounding You don't really fret, you stay in your sense 'Comafied' your feeling, of absolute tense You soar off to another world, deep in your mind But people seem to take that, as being unkind Oh yo he's acting stank, really on a regal? A man of the fame not a man of the people Believe that if you want to but I tell you this much Riding on the train with no dough, sucks Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying, mic please Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug If you do the result, will end up kind of bugged Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out Scheming on the cookies with the crazy booming back buns Pushing on the real hardest so we can have the big fun When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest It was one MC after one MC What the world could they be wanting see from little old me Do I have the formula to save the world? Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble I go out with the strongest and I separate the evils It's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out Buggin' out, buggin' out, Buggin' out you're buggin' out
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Well, I'm gone (Go on then!) Can I kick it? To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does Before this, did you really know what live was? Comprehend to the track, for it's why 'cause Getting measures on the tip of the vibers Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug Afrocentric living is a big shrug A life filled with that's what I love A lower plateau is what we're above If you diss us, we won't even think of Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove? This rhythm really fits like a snug glove Like a box of positives is a plus, love As the Tribe flies high like a dove Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) Well, I'm gone (Go on then!) Can I kick it? To my Tribe that flows in layers Right now, Phife is a poem sayer At times, I'm a studio conveyor Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor? You'll be doing us a really big favor Boy this track really has a lot of flavor When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior Follow us for the funky behavior Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya Feel free, drop your pants, check your hair Do you like the garments that we wear? I instruct you to be the obeyer A rhythm recipe that you'll savor Doesn't matter if you're minor or major Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player As you inhale like a breath of fresh air
[Verso 1: Ramiro Mart] A dor em casa dormiu, porque deitou de tanto esperar E este vestido de Rei, tirei , virei pra trás pra Me encontrar, poder sentir o que dói e o que fere Pois cicatrizes sempre me fazem lembrar Feridas são memoriais de guerra Vitórias de que erra Derrotas triunfais Me fazem, perito em tudo que ficou pra trás E um mero aprendiz de tudo aquilo que virá Otários, Retardatários Pare e ouça e veja que nossa luta não é só pelos denários Sustento o fardo árduo de emissários E a certeza que lutei enquanto pude “Clash rules everything” Assimilaram bem Mas a base da minha fortaleza vai além “Is bigger than” Me despi de pierrô , decidi ser Griot Em nome do Rap amém [Verso 2: Matéria Prima] Eu quebro cabos e tomo canos Escrevo meu tomo em cada tomo Em cada verso, vida é combo De kick e punchline Em pleno penhasco atravesso o slackline Dando um boardslide Mais difícil do que pensa Tem horas que compensa E outras é pura prensa Você escolhe Se é de vinil ou da imprensa Que só imprime merda Depois te diz que e a ideia certa Aperta e passo e espreme a pedra pra tirar o leite Antes que mundo te delete por só pensar em deleite Porque todo mundo é cristão ate chegar na crista da onda Depois se afoga quando a maré estronda E as vezes o coração Decepciona como uma forma de gelo vazia no verão Mas se deus da o frio conforme o cobertor A gente tem uma bênção pra cada estação
Q-Tip: Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden We used to kick routines and presence was fittin It was I, The Abstract 'Phife Dawg: And me the five footer I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter Yo, Phife, you remember that routine That we used to make spiffy like Mr. Clean? Um um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen I don't get the message so you gots to run the pigeon You on point Phife? All the time, Tip You on point Phife? All the time, Tip You on point Phife? All the time, Tip Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram I'm like an energizer 'cause, you see, I last long My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong Now if you say my style is wack that's where you're dead wrong I slayed that body in El Segundo then +Push it Along+ You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man 'cause you know and I know that you know who I am A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC's 'Cause I love it when you wack MC's despise me They get vexed, I roll next, can't none contest me I'm just a fly MC who's five foot three and very brave On job remaining, no I'm chaining cause I misbehave I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check And before I get the butt the jim must be erect You see, my aura's positive I don't promote no junk See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk Extremity in rhythm, yeah that's what you heard So just clean out your ears and just check the word Check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all Check it out Check it out Check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all Play tapes y'all Check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all Check it out Check it out Back in days on the boulevard of Linden We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting It was I the Phifer And me The Abstract The rhymes were so rumping that the brothers rode the 'zack Yo Tip you recall when we used to rock Those fly routines on your cousin's block Um, let me see, damn I can't remember I receive the message and you will play the sender You on point Tip? All the time Phife You on point Tip? Yeah, all the time Phife You on point Tip? Yo, all the time Phife So play the resurrector and give the dead some life Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Lou Brock With speed. I'm agile plus I'm worth your while One hundred percent intelligent black child My optic presentation sizzles the retina How far must I go to gain respect? Um Well, it's kind of simple, just remain your own Or you'll be crazy sad and alone Industry rule number four thousand and eighty Record company people are shady So kids watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack I don't doubt it. Look at how they act Off to better things like a hip-hop forum Pass me the rock and I'll storm with the crew and Proper. What you say Hammer? Proper Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop NC, y'all check the rhyme y'all SC, y'all check it out y'all Virginia, check the rhyme y'all Check it out. Out In London, check the rhyme, y'all
Boys on the block told boys on the spot You gotta a shot youngin’, you ain't gotta get shot Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock Told to measure a King by the size of his flock Who your leader and where y'all going? My army big enough carry a Boeing Ride off to the Lox Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin’ thru my knots 9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots You in a grave situation you should look into a plot Dirt on my name, boy I'm way too smart Chest full of a pride don't mean nothin’ without heart One life to live so you gotta make a mark Westside told one thang, don't never rock wit marks I only rock wit Mark, that's my lil' brother That's the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me I got the dagger back that thang still sharp I really play the game y'all commentate behind doors Don't never say my name 'cause it might end yours I never been lazy but I seen a plenty Forest Whitaker, the wit of her, good Lord Ain't got keys like Khaled but I still open doors A few in my crew flew the coop The day I fly the coupe I'll probably get woop woop’d Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin’ Painted that like Delaney, we see it in colour too Synesthetic, know everybody won't GET it I'm patient tho, no wonder they'll regret it When I ooh Pull up in the coupe When the chrome coming? It’s coming in June When the chrome coming? It’s coming in June, June And now they like ooh ooh When I pull up in the coupe When the chrome coming? It’s coming in June When the chrome coming? It’s coming in June Ooh ooh Pull up on 'em Naw, hold pull back Don’t show all your cards They ain’t worth that Spoon feed these niggas Baby teeth these nigga Who they teethin’ on? Me, my nigga Chrome been spinning on my mind Hair, face new outfit, I'm fine Trips round the world wit homies we all flyin’ Everything they say ain't gospel, lames lie Boys always taught don't cry, but need to cry Taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride Ride wit me homie, ain't nothing to hold the wheel When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal Workin' on my glowup, askin' if I got mills I got family, I got stress, got success and bills Good God! 20 inches on the axle We cop them classic ol' thangs in the Hill like Axel Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you Ridin' shotgun, sittin' askew On the straight narrow Called mama Told her ‘bout my summer reign She thought ‘bout Carl Thomas No no no, no no I more like Giannis Must be real to get these honors That's why they put G’s on us I'm real Represent where you from? Snow Hill When you gon' pull wit that chrome on your wheels? Chicken chasin' all summer, pocket muscle real Keep it real Baby I'm real Represent where you from? Snow Hill When you gon' pull wit that chrome on your wheels? Chicken chasin' all summer, pocket muscle real Keep it real Baby I'm real
Debochado, cínico, à milhão Sem padrinho... rá... sem patrocínio Louco: esse é o rótulo que eles me dão Quando não conseguem mais acompanhar meu raciocínio Ficam violentos quando sentem raiva Eu penso melhor quando sinto raiva Essa é minha doença, meu monólogo Pra quem não sabe a diferença entre psicólogo e psiquiatra Sou início, fim, meio Vício, sim, o apanhador no campo de centeio Esquecer o caminho é feio Pra saber onde se quer chegar é preciso se lembrar da onde veio TTK, mil baseados Cérebros aquecem, corações esfriam Invejosos ficam bolados Mas se soubessem o quanto me inspiram, ficariam do meu lado Minha rima liberta Raps sem azeite não representam minha família Ideias de leite, só sei que Marra barata, cara feia e rimas fake não vão te libertar Sai voado Perturbando satisfeitos, satisfaço perturbados Sou tudubom Quem só reclama é fraco. quem se faz de vítima é cuzão Vem que tem... maravilha... Só vivaz... na tudubom... Ela diz que quer um cara calmo mas Caras calmos nunca chamam sua atenção Raps marciais, paradise city, zs, eu e ret, mãoli no beat Tipo fraternidade black belt De james brown a sabotage Forasteiro, se marcar voa igual pipa da laje, fluindo Família, afinidade, valor, amizade natural Tamujunto, vamo até o final Vê legal quem se perde entre o bem e o mal Canta pra subir... já vai tarde, é quente Catete e laranjeiras, crias e serpentes Avisa que eu vou cobrar, não,não vão sobrar dívidas Já que os remédios normais não amenizam Deixa queimar... espalhem as cinzas Corre atrás do teu, vim fazer o meu Escolhi viver por algo que vale a pena morrer Eu vim pra zoar, degustar o presente Diz que eu vou me atrasar, vou demorar pra sempre... Vem que tem... maravilha... Só vivaz... na tudubom... Ela diz que quer um cara calmo mas Caras calmos nunca chamam sua atenção
Sem ninguém pelas ruas e as luzes on Procurando algum bar Uma ilusão De rolê na cidade depois das três Esse carro é um oasis e um harém Nem precisa sair Tá legal aqui Com essa brisa, meus drinks e esse sonzin Vamo a trinta por hora Tem pressa não Vou curtir, que ainda é noite Tem pressa não Tem pressa não Fato é que eu me sinto tão bem enquanto o sol (Dono do que roubam os faróis) não vem Ô o que ela tem nesse olhos? Que me lembra o que nem vivi Tipo ipanema em setenta A gente contempla um transatlântico Eu transo um som romântico pornô Meio transa tântrica No bom flow da cidade sem trânsito Até os outdoors tão em transe Tão excitante Sente a brisa à beira mar e vai Que onde a noite é tesa O sol chega mais árduo A vida é cada dia mais cara A cidade queima E o meu drink é mais suave Pelo brilho do asfalto molhado Sexy Entre o vidro dos prédios mais altos Reflexo 5 Pras 4 Sinto já os lábios dela e não digo mais nada Sem ninguém pelas ruas e as luzes on Procurando algum bar Uma ilusão De rolê na cidade depois das três Esse carro é um oasis e um harém Nem precisa sair Tá legal aqui Com essa brisa, meus drinks e esse sonzin Vamo a trinta por hora Tem pressa não Vou curtir, que ainda é noite Tem pressa não Tem pressa não
Handle rocks with the capital G, ball on the beat Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league Grabbin' mics till the knuckles would bleed, 'cause I believe The potent that I'm quoting will have you geeked like speed If rationale is naturale or a weave It's all edges and peas Settin' press, we on a permanent steez I'm in a world where my princess is Leia And she feeling my Vader And my lure grows greater and greater Chem trails droppin' poisonous vapors Have you shaking like gator Been trill, nigga, process the data Blu-ray wave file or a beta, I'll DVR for later Kappo Massa with my G to my waiter You can't define us, XY us, or Z us, you generational Elitists have your chi in virtual think pieces See, these written words are poetical science, brains defiant Thoughts heavy, baby, they're a major appliance Leave a dent when dropping the flyness, fluent giant Dude's nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers Cool with some buyers, yeah, nigga, cool with some growers Never no tattletales, only I don't knowers We a show me generation, show us what you gon' show us So listen, mami, see we could collude with a boing Mouthpiece like Goins, with a jubilant noise Dude's rude and as useless as coins, shoot 'em boys Versed in, rehearsed in the soothing of loins Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole, gatekeepers of flow They are extensions of instinctual soul It's the highest in commodity grade and you could get it today Dis generation Rules di nation One hiting reading pages of Poe Telly is low, cuddle bunny ready to go Day of the dead, bury all the zombies instead And it's just your aftermath, Busta cutting your dreads Bruce Lee'in niggas, while y'all niggas UFC Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB Surge pricin' on these Ubers, I'mma get me a cab Yo, where Jarobi at? Imbibing on impeccable grass I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass Past shit been waiting for a Jet's title since last Richard Todd, Todd Bowles, gang green on that ass Magic Mike on the mic, David Blaine, Douglas Henning In the church of Busta Rhymes it's my sermon you're getting Horizontal spittin', I'm the exorcist of your writtens Don't interrupt me, nigga Sorry, that's a sin unforgiven Like how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen Wait Just spit the package, dry it bag up the wet This mad city's not a game, easy, quiet on set Phife, student of the past, trailblazing a daze Not acknowledging a trend or swept up in a phase We still the highest of commodity grade, and you could get it get it get it get it today Dis generation Rules di nation This is our generation, generation, ah This our generation, generation, ah This our generation, generation, ah
Girls you know you'd- better, watch out (Watch out!) Some guys, some guys are only about (About!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!) Throw your hands in the air! Admit two shots in the atmosphere! [Verse One - Lauryn] It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The one you let hit it and never called you again Remember when he told you he was about the benjamins? You act like you ain't hear him, and gave him a little trim To begin, how you think you're really going to pretend Like you wasn't down and you called him again? Plus when, you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him If you did it then, then you'd probably fuck again Talking out your neck, saying you're a Christian A Muslim, sleeping with the Gin Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who're you going to tell when the repercussions spin? Showing off your ass 'cause your thinking it's a trend Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again! You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine Don't be a hard rock, when you really are a gem Baby girl! Respect is just a minimum Nigga's fucked up and you still defending him Now -- Lauryn is only human Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly Penn It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in Look at what you be in, hair weaves like Europeans Fake nails done by Koreans Come again Yo! A-When when come again! (Yeah-Yeah!) When when come again!! (Yeah-Yeah!) My friend come again!!! (Yeah-Yeah!) [Chorus - Lauryn] Guys you know you'd better, watch out (Watch out!) Some girls, some girls are only, about (About!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!) [Verse Two - Lauryn] The second verse is dedicated to the men More concerned with his rims and his Tim's than his women Him and his men, come in the club like hooligans Don't care who they offend Popping yin (Like you got yang!) Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by the waist men Cristall by the case men, still living in his Mother's basement The pretty face men claiming that they be the "big men." Need to take care of their three and four kids But they face a court case when the child support's late Money taking and heart breaking Now you wonder why women hate men The sneaky silent men The punk domestic violence men Quick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be men! How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?! How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?! How you gonna win, when you ain't right within?! Unh-Unhh Come Again! bredrin come again! Sit straight come again! Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out [Lauryn - Singing Chorus] Girls you know you'd better, watch out (Watch out!) Some guys, some guys are only about (About!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!) Guys you know you'd better, watch out (Watch out!) Some girls, some girls are only, about (About!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!)
Cega olho grande a luz que me ilumina A luta não acaba nem quando a vida termina Rimo a arte do argumento aqui Faço minha parte lamento e fico no clima Bla bla bla, não tô afim de falar Cheguei pra celebrar Vim do ttk canalizar, toda minha fúria Na rimática que já ta na pura Não pode existir, viver é raridade Sua consciência constitui minha liberdade Papo não entorta, foca na essência Fraco de inconsciência que me sufoca Paciência, raridade é bondade A possibilidade é uma questão de vontade A habilidade pra ver o que cada um é Sagacidade tem que te pra se manter em pé Essa vai pro meu irmão, tá ligado que é o nig Sem vacilação aproveita que convive Ret na missão canto pra que fique Muita fé no eu, para todos já livre livre Se a vida é como um jogo, tem jogada O acaso favorece mente preparada Preço não é nada, tudo é valor Não entende no amor, aprende na dor! Seja como for, eu sinto o flow e sigo a métrica O que a alma sente mente interpreta Sai da reta, abaixa que tá no pente Retardatário acha que na frente Não entende Mediocridade só piora Fácil de fazer, de divulgar e rende dólar Fuja pra escapar da fila do habito Loucura é enxergar apenas o que é sólido Pronto pelo certo, é comum e normal Genial, pelo pensamento marginal É natural, fé em Deus pros aliados Poder é ter quem você quer do seu lado Essa vai pro meu irmão, tá ligado que é o nig Sem vacilação, aproveita que convive Ret na missão, canto pra que fique Muita fé no eu para todos já livre livre
Há 27 anos errando, sem desconto Comigo é preto no branco, eu tô no ponto... Na mão uma cerva, nemá Á flor da pele pra beijar e atirar... eu to pronto Quero os melhores baseados do mundo Moro na cidade mais bonita do mundo Esclareço alguns, outros confundo Fui... maltrado por algumas dores, mas sigo imune Eu tenho os amigos mais fieis do meu lado A família mais linda, os melhores aliados Fecho com a banca mais foda do rap Tudubom recors, me chamam de filipe ret, o mais bolado Rap rj, levada, becks, bebidas Nós somos fodas, eu disse, nós somos zica Odeio caretas, detesto drogados Mas com uma caneta e um baseado eu faço letra mais pica Estilo livre vivaz... Estilo livre vivaz... vem! (estilo livre vivaz!) Columá, cria do ttk, nemá... Uooooo, estilo livre! Eu to na profissão perigo, mas não se iluda, amigo O mundo nunca foi melhor que isso Lancei um riso, sigo debochado, se bá Foi a forma que eu encontrei de conservar o que eu valorizo Medíocres raciocinam até aonde convém A gente não... a gente pensa até enxergar além Entre a loucura e a genialidade Superficial é achar que a vida feita só de profundidade Sem help dos crentes e mais sapiência Se deus é perfeito, ele é indiferente Nem toda rebeldia é inteligente Mas, como sempre, toda inteligência é rebelde, entende? Eles criam rap fraco, meu som é de vagabundo Na base da intuição... é tudo Enquanto derrotados preferem vitórias baratas Minha ambição segue do tamanho do mundo Estilo livre vivaz... Estilo livre vivaz... vem! (estilo livre vivaz!) Columá, cria do ttk, nemá... Uooooo, estilo livre! Letra (shadow): Tamo no jogo há mili mili, várias fitas Imagina quantas lata? l.a.p.a. madruga na habili Joaquim... sobra só as puta e os vira lata Fortalecendo meus vícios sim Convivo com os que vivem e sigo rindo Amigo, enquanto muitos falam poucos dizem Cada um com seu dízimo, um gole pro santo Abrindo caminhos me blindo. corpo tá fechado. tô com meu manto sagrado Vamo desenho os plano, deixando os muro pixado, Mentes além da compreensão Pé na porta é expressão pra valer a vinda Quem move o mundo são perguntas ainda Fiz meu mundo universo, em verso digo quase tudo Vivo mais do que existo, Não há paz no processo que é lento, incerto, intenso, No silêncio me confesso.... Estilo livre vivaz... Estilo livre vivaz... vem! (estilo livre vivaz!) Columá, cria do ttk, nemá... Uooooo, estilo livre!