[Sample: Pink Floyd - Welcome To The Machine]
"You've been in the pipeline
Filling in time
Provided with toys and scouting for boys
You brought a guitar to punish your ma
You didn't like school
And you know you're nobody's fool"
[Chorus:]
"Welcome to the machine" [x2]
[Termanology:]
Ayo, what is a hit record, how is it defined
Is it designed from jump to be a big record
Or is there a big check to be collected
As directed, add the record, to rotation
Now it's playing, somebody paying, nobody saying
Somebody manager, somebody agent, somebody label
On the payrole, from the cradle
All I ever wanted to do was rap
But that don't bring pesos
Unless you make dough, doing payshows
And even that do not come by the pays slow
Unless you a slave on, somebody label
Major radio, major video
50 city tour, hope the tickets sold
How typical, yes cynical
They gotta you hush, just keep in touch
With your publicist, she gonna tell you what yo spit
Or your A & R, he gonna help you lay your bars
Politicly correct, or no check
Welcome
[Chorus x2]
[Robot:]
"Hi, I am your CEO, I am your friend"
[Ea$y Money:]
It's funny how these rappers be thinking they're so hot
But they have no guap, they're my little robots
I am mister machine, you and I will make a team
And we will get ourselfs, I mean myself alot of cream
I'll get of anything, you'll be making me dumb funds
In other words I'll be porking you in your bum bum
You wanna get up out that ghetto that you come from
Well make a decision, and don't make it a dumb one
Think big, compromise your integrity
And I promise one day you'll become a celebrity
Trust me, I will never cross you like the letter "T"
Now do everything I tell you, and just let it be
I'll get you features and production from the bigshots
And you will forever in debt if your shit flops
Commercialized, don't try and save hip-hop
Matter fact, why don't you try something like Big Pop
Or Jay-Z, all the records fly up off the shelf
Just make sure that you sound like anybody, but yourself
It's just the nature of the buisness, don't be mad at it
Now a make hit before I drop you like a bad habbit
[Termanology:]
I see myself as the holy resurrection of Pun
If I ain't that then you name one
Rapper that's lyrical slash Latin political passed rappin
With visuals past Malcolm and fittin to go past platinum
It's hard but I speak the truth inspired to teach the youth
The fire that heat the booth the high hat the beat the loop
The system it traps us in they tacklin rappers in
These shackles that pack us in the back of the clack is in
I'm packin the Mac again like Capital Punishment
Huggin the gun and then runnin and duckin from the government
They dyin to cuff me up lock me down touch me up
Cock the pound bust me up stop my sound hush me up
But I shall never hold my tongue
Before that I roll my blunt and load my gun
Give a kiss to my daughter tell my mother I love her
And blow the brains out a couple dirty cops undercover
Crooked detectives is foul how they book and arrest us
For cookin and stretchin we just tryna feed our kids
The streets crazy wild plus it gettin crazy foul
Listen when I say it now (watch it how it go down)
And that's the reason little kids get hit by strays
Cause muthafuckas can't act they age
Before you learn how to shoot better learn how to aim
Theirs already enough of our people that's dyin from AIDS
I try and remain calm but it's fryin my brain
And I am ashamed a generation dyin with chains
Alive on the pavement leakin out the side of they brains
Tell me when will this environment change
We need new leaders but all we get is new heaters
And divas and two-seaters as soon as that loot see us
It's a bad cycle just look how they bagged Micheal
Which one anyone Jordan Jackson
Action pack guns ridiculous
How they ship to us then we hit the bus
From Rykers to Middleton life as a middleman
Spendin life illegitimate livin life in imprisonment
When I think of my niggaz and I think
How many are locked I see they never did (watch how it go down)
And that's the reason little kids get shot in the street
Cause muthafuckas never (watch how it go down)
And last week my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
I walk the town strapped just hopin to pound clap
Correctly and protect me in case they wanna come and wet me
My enemies on the street far see my friends
So when you see me you don't see no Benz
That just make me an easy target I jump up and meet the coffin
And makin my seed an orphan in car then I'm speedin often
It's stolen I see the Narcs in my vision
I see the cops and they grippin they pistols tryna put me in prison
So I listen to Pac's best and try to be not stressed
But how can I not stress the face that I'm not rich
I'm livin in poverty plus I'm a minority
Plus I'm a priority fucked in this economy
Rap music is probably not the best career you can choose
But hearin my views like hearin the news
So fear me if you skepticize homie but it's clearly the truth
The Tech Nine'll have you clearin the room
I ain't a killer but I'm somethin like a prophet
I'm tryna get y'all to stop it see the ghetto's microscopic
It's a better place but for now we got the bread to chase
Catch a case get bailed out back to stretchin base
I'm bringin a message like Kanye West
Except your boy got more Tech's than Ron Artest
I know you wanna see me stretch be my guest
Handle your biz but make sure you (watch how it go down)
The streets crazy foul plus it gettin crazy wild
I don’t care what they say I’m in the ..rappers of all time
BIG, the homie big Al .. Eminem, Rock .. Minaj and Jay Z
Pull me on a track .. you want a feature
Coming for the .. and bread like little .. and the queen like Latifa
Holding it down in the law of my peoples
.. creatures .. my cousins got a ..
Holding em down get em .. from the fan
It’s hard living this rap life but in the ..is much worser
Make you wanna go ... and go and judge ..living this controversial
Life style rappers go do ...
Is so cold more liquor, more .. more hood, more ..
The dollar sounds make you pop .. all my niggas down to ..
The fine .., the fine .., the fine gangsta,
The fine p**sy, the fine rap, the fine paper ..
make u, money get high gangstas let’s get money like the Lakers
make a shit switch up .. in the papers
leave me crispy ..like my kicks .. no favor to the old G’s
gotta time for the .. I had a ruff life called .. .
From the .. in my mind..coffee like an east
Got the system up, get the windows down
Here we go, with the powder with the crack cocaine
Release the smoke, from the chamber it attack your brain
Now they know, everywhere they don’t ask your name
So don’t lose your mind, you can’t take back that fame
Act this game, bad bitches practice brain
Left a trail around the world full of …
Tell … from Switzerland, England the Michigan
Go back to Callie, got … got you …
This isn’t cool jay, and I ain’t no tardsmith
I’m just a dog with a squad and an art gift
I’m just a … like the…
And you’re just a slob, not a job, you just dog shit
I got a feeling that you having thoughts of killing me
All you’s jealous now, none of you’s as ill as me
I got artillery, like the fucking military
So I’ma make another mill, you just take a pill and be
I was at terror since the public school era
… fucking up your program
I’m a monster, a motherfucking mike murderer
Stiff harder with white bitches on white furniture
Lightburners up and the air and make fireworks
Cut your fucking bitch into pieces and take her Prada purse
I’m in the church, where the bible confessors… suicidal
Find More lyrics at
I put the razorblades on my face and lace it to pieces
Before I let you freak it on the beat better than me
Fuck your freaking nature, and I got a odd future, and a odd past
So here’s the forecast
But it’s rain on your party, hope you got a tent
… put you in your place
A good breathe this is weed…
I was at terror since the public school era
… fucking up your program
Stuff the trees in the phillie, smoking mad big blunts
I had a ball of the throw, but I did it all at once
Yeah the weed that I smoke, 2 collateral damage
Can’t hang with it man, there’s no beating the bandits
I creep where you sleep and fucking teach you some manners
I freak off the leash…
So ready here we go, it’s the corner of convict
Big bag of blow, when the …
Crazy getting dough, yeah you know how the squad get
… the smoke, make you do back flips
…when my shit drop I’m making a ness
Cash my checks, … but I hit the deck
I’ll do this till I get my death, 6 feet under I’ll get my rest
I was at terror since the public school era
[Termanology:]
Sorry I Lied To You
Sorry I Lied To You
Sorry I Lied To You
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, never wanted to lie, how dishonest was I
My depression became me, I just wanted to die
Not because of a girl, just because of the worlds
Harsh reality, look what it did to the boroughs
My invincible world, no one can see me
I'm on the TV, that's how my pendicle twirl
In this pitiful world, where your bitch is your girl
And your gun is your friend, as well as your enemy
Cause, you gotta defend, but the penitentiary
Where you properly end, not coincidentally
Another felony, the same ol' melody
Another person we love turn to a memory
Remember when I was young, it was just Ed and me
I used to tell him E: Yo they gonna remember me
This shits depressin' me, about to swallow a ecstasy
Shit, at least I'm rockin' with Extra P
[Chorus:]
Sorry I Lied To You
Sorry baby
Sorry I Lied To You
Term, uhh
Sorry I Lied To You
Album on the way though, you know
Sorry I Lied To You
[Termanology:]
Yo, to the fans I'm sorry I kept you waitin'
I know I told you the albums was one the way, and
This shit is crazed on every radio station
My songs playin', happy US-urpation
I guess I got caught up in the guns blazin'
Set up by a crooked police station
They throwin' dirt on my name, the streets hatin'
Should I go back to the block, or just stay in
Day in, day out, no budget, so drugs sellin'
Cause that's how we sold my shit out
Straight out, ain't no frontin'
Ask anybody who hustled in my hood what I'm about
So I'm out, guess they got rid of me
Rap should consider me one of the realest out
Without a doubt, thanks for the dough
To they fans who copped my CD when they was broke - That's real
[Chorus:]
Sorry I Lied To You
Sorry I Lied To You
Uhm, uhm
Sorry I Lied To You
Sorry I Lied To You
Sorry I Lied To You
Sorry I Lied To You
Sorry I Lied To You
[DJ Premier:] "I'll tell you this much, you know a good thing when you see it"
[scratching]
"We gotta, move to a different place"
[Termanology:] Uh hun
[DJ Premier: scratching]
"He's-gangsta-pimp-hustler"
"Are you ready"
"Termanology"
"Are you listening, do you know what I sayin'"
[Termanology] One two
[DJ Premier: ] "Ter-Ter-Ter"
"Termano-"
"Nology"
[Jadakiss:] "Tryin' to tell 'em that is the flow son... "
[Verse 1: Termanology]
Aiyyo
Scratch Magazines had the flows untimely
Then they ask why have an Eminem sign me
Ask myself the same question everyday
Well, I'm sweatin', still baggin' up grams of Bouday
Yo, Jay
You should hit me up
Cause I can go to the Roc or Roc La Familia
Bring that stock up
You could stock up
On a couple platinum plaques, I throw the Roc up
Just some shit I thought up
But it probably works
So hit me if you need some quality work
I'm the most underrated
Underestimated
Unsigned new cat to rap
See, I hit every label up
They said, "Damn, you could rhyme
You the best cat out we can't sign"
Well, that's fine
Cause I'm a remember
Each and every one of y'all faces when I make it
[Chorus: DJ Premier]
[scratching]
"Termanology"
[Big L:] "I'm deadly when I pull the pin out"
[Pos:] "Every word I say should be a hip hop quotable"
[Jay-Z:] "The flow's so amazing, nigga"
[Verse 2:]
Who you know makes in a turn, riddle me this
If you don't say Rakim, you better say Kiss
Styles P
Kool G or Pac
Anybody else, I put 'em up in the box
They say
Lyrically, I'm the new AZ
Cause if I really wanted to, I could keep up with Nas
Term is like Earth, Wind & Fire
Rims and tires
But you can't ask people, they buy ya
So I'm the flyest sire of this side of Elmyra
I'll walk past papayas and into the fire
Chillin' with Mya
Crushin' Mariah
While I'm, fuckin' with Tyra, you fuckin' the virii
I got
Latino respect like Carlito
Since
Way back with Stretch and Babido
I'm in the lab, it's just me and Primo
The ghost of James Brown and the soul of Chris Rios
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Puff hear this?
Take a meeting the next day
I won't say shit, I just tell them to Press Play
Yo, Dre
You should hit me with some beats
I'll write the whole Detox in one week
The sun rises in the east
But it sets in the west
So I ain't got an S on my chest
I'm the best new artist, out that's on the market
Who you think your girl feeling up the iPod with
You give me a mil? I turn into 50
Watch me diss every muh'fucker who ever diss me
My kicks is crispy, sippin' on a Formula 50
Bitches sayin' when I'm tourin', they miss me
I'm so Ludacris, I could be D.T.P.
Get it crunked like TVT
These A&R;'s hear me, they gon' lose it
Man, it's just Common Sense, it's good music
[Chorus]
[DJ Premier: scratching]
"Term-Term"
"Term-Term"
"Term-Term"
"I'm-I'm deadly when I pull the pin out"
"The-the flow's so-so a-mazing"
"Nigga"
If you say you did it
You did it and they did it to you
If you wake up in hustle
You had to get a '€¦
I am a big dog but stay a little...
... take a look at this game
This shit is... this nigger say what they will do
They don'€™t know is a circus not a zoo they say they'€™ll go but they don'€™t know
... so you can lie say you played... used to take your bike
... never been in a... fight '€¦ with a media... might as well
... if you really want... make you hot than Toni Montana
Just say it... and we came... give a fuck about hate...
I get respect from the rappers that '€¦ back to...
Say it to my face... cause we... this one
I am gonna murder it... to life... heard of that...
I don'€™t talk to... Lord have mercy have grace have the decency to get out of my face
'€¦ be right back now that'€™s real just keep it real
You want me to... is time to... let the hood... no way it can lose
... keeping true... this was 93 I will probably be... who only talk '€¦
Nobody never heard of you '€¦ nobody seen you busting your gun
You wouldn'€™t bust... tell you about a kid named divine '€¦ this is what you gotta do to shine
... we ain'€™t the ones to play with... you walk around with the big boys
Say it '€¦ 30 shots in a '€¦ listen... I am the... 50 boys come and 50 boys...
Fire put the flam out... the love of murder... make memorials...
Destiny child all you gotta do is say my name
[Chorus:]
You better respect my walk, cause my walk is mean
BX, NY, all across The Bean
Back down to Miami where the girls are hot
The ladies, man they know how I rock
You better respect my walk, cause my walk is mean
LA, LA all over the scene
Back down to TX where the weather is hot
Recognize when you see a player up in your spot, ayo
[Termanology:]
Ayo I'm like the last real lyricist alive
Let me break it down why I'm in the top 5
Name me 5 rappers out that enlighten minds
Now name me 5 more rappers don't like 9's
You can name me 5 rapper that don't write lies
And name me 5 good rappers that are unsigned
Along with 5 more rappers that are on time
With the beat intertwine with the street like I'm
Them I'm, properly gonna tell you
That you still out your mind, no one spittin' like I'm
Plus I'm, 5 mixtapes deep
20 songs each, did it all unsigned
No lie, I say it so it's understood
When you from the hood independent money good
I do the R&B; shit or the killer shit
You gonna have to censor this, homie I'm a lyricist
[Chorus:]
You better respect my walk, cause my walk is mean
BX, NY, all across The Bean
Back down to Miami where the girls are hot
The ladies, man they know how I rock
You better respect my walk, cause my walk is mean
LA, LA all over the scene
Back down to TX where the weather is hot
Recognize when you see a player up in the spot, ayo
[Termanology:]
Ayo, I was warming up, but if you put me in the Porsche truck
And get my mamma crib heat warming up, I give you all that stuff
R&B;, hip-hop, pop, underground, man, I do all that stuff
The slow writers ghostwriter, cause I flow tighter
Dependant on the price, I can make your flow tight
Whatever you into, the pencil is in tune
I show what this pen can do
It could take a little bummy rap dude with no money
Who ain't never get a honey turn his days hella sunny
My minds my 9, my pens my Mac-10
My target; all you wack rapper writin' fraud shit
I'm from the lawless Murda Mass, flawless
Diamond shinin' on you neck, then we rob 'em
It ain't a problem, all over the map
Bitches recognize the game, killas recognize the rap
[Chorus:]
So they respect my walk, cause my walk is mean
BX, NY, all across The Bean
Back down to Miami where the girls are hot
The ladies, man they know how I rock
You better respect my walk, cause my walk is mean
LA, LA all over the scene
Back down to TX where the weather is hot
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
R.I.P. J Dilla
Termanology's up in here
Rapper Pooh is up in here
My man Joe Scudda, he's up in here
My man Chaundon, he's up in here
Yeeeah...
I stepped on stage just to scream "Go ladies"
And after my set she went crazy, slow it down baby
I can't keep running, energy after the show
Fo' fucking, one won't do, two's not enough
So why you in my ear with this fall in love stuff?
I'm just tryna break backs, let me see you climax
Smoke a little purp', zone out to some Dilla tracks
I don't know what you been told
You dealing with a player, pimp hand ice cold
I'm a get this money, did get honey
So get ready, shake it down for me lovely
Hold tight...
[Chaundon:]
On the count of three say "Fuck the police"
Back and truly in the fleece, diddy-bopping in the streets
Getting busy over beats, (what?) I'm +Fantastic+
On another +Voyage+, you know who the boy is
Puffing on the line with Esche
I wanna thank the nigga who sold J Dilla his first SP
From the D back to NYC
I'm spitting game to this beat like it's a P.Y.T.
It's +Human Nature+ to turn it up, burn it up
The illest Soulquarian to ever serve it up
No it ain't hard to tell who the realest it
Chaundilla bitch, got the world on that J Dilla shit
[Chorus x2: Rapper Big Pooh]
Say what you want but you gon' pay Jay (yeah)
Say what you want but they gon' play Jay (yeah)
It's that Dilla shit, that Dilla shit
That Dilla shit, that Dilla shit
[Joe Scudda:]
Uh, yeah, sticky green we tote, hoody with the pea coat
Riding in the hoopty with my groupie of the week yo
Honey got that cold and I told her let the heat blow
Dilla and the J, gotta show her how the beat go
Keep crushing (yeeeeeah...)
You know I make 'em envy by the way I keep hustling
Take notice, stay focused, I'm J-O, it's so raw
You can't put him next to nothing
So let's take it back, there's nothing like this
I can't explain all the game that you might miss
Without a chain or even a bright wrist
I stay ready like machete with a tight fist
[Joe Scudda (Termanology):]
What's your name pa? (It's 'Ology)
And what's the name of your crew? (It's S.T.)
Chilling with the H.O.J. (Yeah, that's me)
We putting it down (Lawtown to NC)
[Termanology:]
I don't need no rims, need no Benz
Need no ends, cause I got beats
I don't need no ice, need no height
My name up in lights, cause I emcee
Aiyyo, I body rappers, them party rappers
Them body snatching college application
Rappers saying spread the bang
Wet your aim out your stain in the lane
Of the kings and the Preem's the same
Killer of J Dilla beats, shoutout to AZ
I'm rather unique, you gon' p-pay J-Jay Dilla for them beats
Pay Jay, pay Jay, pay Jay...
They’re putting garbage in your mouth, garbage in your brain
Politicians get rich... in these campaigns
And we’re in the hood, more troubles and more pain
We hustle for small change, accustomed the wrong ways
And living upon my kid.. I’ll do whatever,
Go and brainstorm my way, ... stormy weather
You corny rappers can never, never mean it like never replace
Even... are forever, ever!
Lyrical presence is relevant, so .. that’s a beautiful thing,
Cause most rappers are relevant
The aim of republicans, change of the government,
Take money from the poor, keep the cash...
No telling what they’ve done with it,
Probably haven’t.. with it
Champagne bubble bath , call girls coming in
Credit cards on the low, all untraceable,
Passes on the TV, with the .. paper show.
Taking money from the church, for you own pockets
Lord, tell me what’s worst, a criminal ..
So I put my vodka cup on the floor next to my chopper
My.. is looking heavy from carrying this...
I’m a deadly machine.. deadly as me,
Whether I’m selling you now my thoughts ...
I move the world on my head into this microphone
To a compact disk that you buy at the store.
1299, reminiscence 99
Hungry like an old Muslim man around Ramadan.
I speak real facts and conspiracy theories
The only thing that you rap about is...
I shout with lyrics, cause I’m positively...
But the shit I’m spit or.. in a political prison
If you sit and listen, you could soak some jewels,
I’m just like you, my mom and dad broke up too!
I know I must go and I don’t know my way
Still somehow I’ll end up where all came from.
From my momma’s womb!
I know I must go and I don’t know my way
Still somehow I’ll end up where all came from.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm the king, in this 978 shit
I got the crown, man, can't nobody say shit
Can't take nothing away from the way I from the way I shine
I take the name... to make the worldwide.
I'm a big deal, kinda like a big deal,
I'm eating good, you boys eating kiss meals!
Got a big deal, bigger than these kids deals,
Cause they ain't got a deal, now I know how big feel!
More money, more problems, I had to learn to hate,
Staring at my face 'till they fuck and suffocate.
You boys fuck away, maybe you should stick to death
Cause you were chicks of the rap, I'm a call you the brat!
I've been falling back, but I gotta let 'em know
I've been in every magazine you can buy in a store.
Why you're eyeing me for, gossip and lying me for?
Trying to get... play my role in this city,
Be down, fuck your mighty thrones,
Don't you know what I'll be on?
I'm slaying ringtones and that's the body...
Used to parley... so we wouldn't get along
... just hating on me, they just wanna...
[Chorus: x2]
I'm the king, in this 978 shit
I got the crown, man, can't nobody say shit
Can't take nothing away from the way I from the way I shine
I take the name... to make the worldwide.
I got a lot of haters and made...
And if it's hard haters, guess it's for such...
... hanging on the wall!
Guess who's in the mall? summer, spring, winter, fall
Don't let it be, mine check, let's get involved!
Yeah, I read 'em all, rolled 'em all, spit 'em all
Been to more countries than the rest, stores in the mall!
As a matter of fact, let's hit the mall!
Show me where your cd at
... terminology bitch, go see the wreck!
Kick the way my feet is at...
Yeah I know your team can rap, but I get paid to do mine!
That's the way that is the... get the sign
Eight years... spending mine
So you wanna kill me?
Mother fucker get in line!
That's the way, let me diamond get...
[Chorus: x2]
I'm the king, in this 978 shit
I got the crown, man, can't nobody say shit
Can't take nothing away from the way I from the way I shine
[Intro: Termanology (DJ Premier scratching)]
Uh! Premo, Pre-mo, Bun B, Bun-B (Now-Now-Now this is how we rock!)
This is how we (ROCK) This is how we (ROCK)
This is how we (R-R-R-ROCK-ROCK)
This is how we (You ready?) Let's go, yeah!
(Now-Now-Now-Now-Now-Now-Now-Now-Now this is how we rock!)
[Verse 1: Termanology]
Yo! Hopped off this phone with Bun, rolled this blunt
Told him son your album so cold I'm numb
Fittin to go plat, but If I go gold just once
I copped enough coke and guns to open Trump
Towers of my own, then I control the slums
Where the birds and the rats and the roaches from
Far as rap goes, I'm the coldest one
Just gimme the mic, I'll show you the soul of Pun
Like, I'll grip the mini matic irratically fat as family
Snatchin vanity Violator couldn't manage me
Uh! They don't really want it what Tony Montana be sniffin
Danity Kane so insane is reality
My pain is reality, grippin this mic
After me other rappers don't sound that TIIIIGHHHHHHHHHTTTTTT!
Ology in the place with Bun B
And we got what it takes to rock the mic RIIIGHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT!
[Chorus: Termanology (DJ Premier scratching)]
This is how we (ROCK) This is how we (ROCK)
This is how we (R-R-R-R-ROCK-ROCK)
This is how we (ROCK-R-R-R-R-ROCK)
This is how we (ROCK-ROCK-R-ROCK
[Bun B (DJ Premier scratching):]
This is how we (ROCK) This is how we (ROCK)
This is how we (R-R-R-R-R-R-R-ROCK)
This is how we (ROCK-R-R-ROCK-R)
This is how we (ROCK-R-ROCK-Now this is how we rock!)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I be jumpin out the bushes like a jag, boy
Better watch yo' back boy, the king of the trill is in the buildin
Killin the track boy, act boy, like you want do it
Get smacked, boy, head cracked boy, I thought you knew it
Matter fact, boy, you in the wrong place with the wrong one
On the shark pier and you 'bout to walk the long one
Sing a sad song son, play a violin
To your preacher to the choir, G I'm about to end you
Bun B, the best that did it and still doin it
Cut on the track and I'm black and blue in it, ruin it
Like a, wet dream better keep it movin like a jet stream
With me and Termanology out to get cream
We on the next scheme while you still plannin the first
Dyin of thirst, I po' out a bottle for Pimp C!
UGK fo' life, nothing above it
With Premier on the beat and Termanology you gotta love it!
[Chorus: Bun B {Termanology} (DJ Premier scratching)]
This is how we (ROCK) *This is how we (ROCK)
This is how we (R-R-R-R-ROCK)
{This is how we} (ROCK-R-R-R-ROCK-)
This is how we (R-R-R-R-R-R-ROCK-ROCK)
{This is how we} (ROCK) This is how we (ROCK)
This is how we (R-OCK-R-OCK-ROCK)
This is how we (ROCK-ROCK-ROCK-ROCK)
This is how we (ROCK-R-R-R-R-R-ROCK!)
[Verse 3: Termanology]
Put the mind and the body with the rhyme and the shotty
Gonna find me a mami sippin lime and Bacardi
Get down like John Gotti with the mafia behind me
Gettin profit like the sign me army closin when ya find me then
Uh, I keep bombin that Osama ship predominately coffins
At the novelist involed in this more tonic shit
You gotta follow it the cat you pop a bottle with
Still, go on and rock this shit Bun what's the politics?
[Verse 4: Bun B]
Term, you already know it's Obama '08
Cats in the streets is like, mo' skama, mo' weight
The rap industry is mo' drama, mo' hate
Mo' Money means you got Mo' Problems on yo' plate
It's all good though cause we still in the hood though
Gettin love where these fake rappers wish they could go
I wish they would show they face in the ghetto
We put 'em in a nice, deep, dark place in the ghetto, for real!
[Chorus: Termanology {Bun B} (DJ Premier scratching)]
This is how we (ROCK) This is how we (ROCK)
{This is how we} (R-R-ROCK-R-R-R-ROCK)
{This is how we} (R-R-R-R-R-ROCK)
This is how we (ROCK-ROCK)
This is how we (ROCK) {This is how we} (ROCK)
This is how we (ROCK)
This is how we (R-R-ROCK)
[Termanology:]
Chea, 1-2 - Ayo
I used to fuck with chemistry on street
Then I switched it, now it's chemistry on the beat
I'm on a mission, anything I see I defeat
In my position, ain't nobody leanin' like me
Cause I come through strapped up, flyer than a AC truck
Dunny wanna act up, hit him like a Mac truck
Been through mad stuff, childhood was mad rough
Always gettin' smacked up, till I got my scrap up
Passed the high school shit, got my straps up
Got a little gassed up, then I got slashed up
That's the way of the world, maybe it's bad luck
Either way, never act tough without your gat tucked
[Chorus: Termanology]
NY hood shit, Murda Mass hood shit
CT hood shit, Chi-Town hood shit
LA hood shit, PA hood shit
ATL hood shit, New Jerz hood shit
VA hood shit T.Dot hood shit
DC hood shit, Littlerock hood shit
Detroit hood shit, NO hood shit
All around the world
Yo we rock to this hood shit
[Prodigy:]
Yeah you know, we here, we there, we everywhere, man
From my hood to your hood, you know we do it
This the frontline, nigga what
I hear you niggas got plots, oh y'all wanna stick us, huh
Don't think we run with them blickups, huh
Don't think too hard, you get hit up, son
I feel sorry for you niggas, you stupid broke fucks
Why you still payin' pong weed, we each roll your own shit
Y'all niggas too stuck of the old things
We givin' out nosebleeds, and regardless of the timing
We givin' out shots of them leadpieces
Oh now you wanna get us, huh
Got you tight cause my jewelry switch izzup, huh
Got you vexed cause you see us in them T-Rex, huh
You all stressed, we out in The Keys with our feet's up
[Chorus:]
NY hood shit, Murda Mass hood shit
CT hood shit, Chi-Town hood shit
LA hood shit, PA hood shit
ATL hood shit, New Jerz hood shit
VA hood shit T.Dot hood shit
DC hood shit, Littlerock hood shit
Detroit hood shit, NO hood shit
All around the world
Yo we rock to this hood shit
[Prodigy:]
Yo, we never on vacation, it's a video or movie
Man, we stay on location, be on your sets with our Uzis
Come through and show the hood love
Pop through real fast, back to the cash
[Termanology:]
Pop dead or alive, ask my morphine
Hip-hop dead or alive, ask Nas or Jeezy
The best rapper alive, ask Hov or Weezy
I'm just trying to flip pie, take it easy
So I'm fin to retire, then it's no demeny
I'm a underground king like my man Bun-Beezy
But I'm from The Eastside where it's dumb freezin'
Guns squeezin', and the bullets flying like it's hunt season
We was raised be them boys in the hood
Will show you a dead body like Boyz In Da Hood
Though them little bags OG's poison the hood
If you swing your flags better have boys in the hood
[Chorus:]
NY hood shit, Murda Mass hood shit
CT hood shit, Chi-Town hood shit
LA hood shit, PA hood shit
ATL hood shit, New Jerz hood shit
VA hood shit T.Dot hood shit
DC hood shit, Littlerock hood shit
Detroit hood shit, NO hood shit
All around the world
Yo we rock to this hood shit
[Prodigy:] Whatup, whatup, whatup
[Termanology:] It's the M-O-B-B
[Prodigy:] Yeah, son
[Termanology:] With the ST-Dot
[Prodigy:]
You know how we do it, man
Light up or something, man
Do something with yourself, man
It's the real hood right here, man
Frontline shit, nigga we here it's the army
Nigga what, now what I mean
How you wanna do it
[Termanology:] Uhh
The year was 1999, where 2 young men at rocking term found…
Who you all know now as the world’s famous…
I remember when they said you won’t make it
Now I’m getting mine you can’t take it away
So that you see that all my hard work is paying off
If I see them now what would they have to say?
What would say now?
I started out rapping right around 9 years old
55 … street, dice they rolldI kick a freestyle
While they like they bones, og’s used to tell me that they like my tone
I used to zone out, back when life was cold
Around the time that my mom played my father’s role
And cars I drove, moved every year, new schools
Wishing for new shoes, never mind …
Started to rap truth, me and my cousins,
Shopping my little demos, rocking them instrumental
Hooked up with style, they started out 3d
A couple years later, we started …
Man, how they handle…when they heard that in term
Just teenagers out rhyming veterans
Got a little rapping to be, how we torn down shows
And we was only like 18, finally I did a track with …
All the sudden magazines like how I speak, showing off, we coming up
82 now we blowing up, it’s static on it’s way too
… and all the hate I received from the local cats
You can give me that but you can’t take it back
It’s show off, … homie, we run it
I know it’s hard to stomach on the rear
I remember when they said you won’t make it
Now I’m getting mine you can’t take it away
So that you see that all my hard work is paying off
If I see them now what would they have to say?
What would say now?
It’s st, nah, say it loud my brother…
Man I’m so proud of my brother,
Remember way back when you said your flow was whack
Now you did been around the globe and back
Same cats trying to hold you back
Will see you on the streets now like yo your flow is crack
Started out them 2 kids from streets
Now you doing the thing, I gotta admit it’s bitter sweet
But we more than a group, we a family,
So Eddie don’t stay… for Danny
And fuck rap homie, we go back
Almost died when I heard you got a primo track
And I learned the hard way the street shit will get you nowhere
Gotta put in that work if you gonna go there
And now you opening them doors for me little brother
Let’s put it on so they all can see, come on
I remember when they said you won’t make it
Now I’m getting mine you can’t take it away
So that you see that all my hard work is paying off
If I see them now what would they have to say?
What would say now?
I remember when they said you won’t make it
Now I’m getting mine you can’t take it away
So that you see that all my hard work is paying off
If I see them now what would they have to say?
"I want you to float, float, float, float"
"I want you to float, float, float, float, float"
[Termanology:]
Uhh, uhh
Come and float with me, come and smoke with me
Have a toast with me, put your dutch in the air
Come on and smoke with me
I get so high I dive through the clouds
So I need a parachute just to come back down
And I float - float through the town
The top is rolled back, the windows rolled down
And I smoke about a O a day, nothin' but that dro and haze
On that Remy shit, high till I hit the cage
And I blazed since 93, so why change
My eyes red, my cop filled like Lil Wayne
I can feel the raindrops when I'm gettin' wet
Come and get with the kid, cause I want you to "float"
[Chorus:]
Come and float with me - "float"
Come and smoke with me - "float"
We get so dizzy - "float"
We don't need no crissy - "float"
Come and float with me - "float"
Come and smoke with me - "float"
We get so busy - "float"
We could get so pissy -"float"
Come and float with me - "float"
Come and smoke with me -"float"
We get so dizzy - "float"
We don't need no crissy - "float"
Just a little purple rain and a dutch - "float"
Tell Scotty he can beam me on up, cause -"float"
"I want you to float"
[Termanology:]
Your boy Term float through like Casper
I got my dutch with me, but it ain't my master
I smoke heavy, even with my pastor
Might cough up a lung, but it ain't my astma
The ice in my cop look like Alaska
I ain't lookin' at you dudes, I'm lookin' past ya
You tryin' to flow, was the question I asked ya
I can tell in the face you want me to go faster
I smoke like the barrel, float like the clouds
Toke like tical, even Meth know my style
I got trees for sale, blazed as hell
Come though half baked like Dave Chappelle
And I "want you to float"
[Chorus]
[Termanology:]
Picture the kid sittin' back on a lake
Puffin a corona grape, sippin' a Corona straight
I never like to the sesamille go to waste
So you politic on the L you know I'm gonna hate
Saw this Barbie, chillin' up the Kenasea
Said she wanna kick it and smoke with Term Marley
After we uhh, shorty prolly adore me
But I left her out of space, so she can't even call me
I float - float like Harley
Or float like Cypress Hill throwin' a party
It's something, something, something, something and something
And then I chica, chica, uh, uh, uh-uh
Cause "I want you to float"
[Chorus:]
Scrathes - Ain't the devil happy, haha
But now I can tell the depths of hell for evils I've done
Ain't the devil happy, haha
But now I can tell the depths of hell, the depths of hell
Ain't the devil happy, haha
But now I can tell the depths of hell for evils I've done
Ain't the devil happy, haha
But now I can tell the depths of hell, the depths of hell
[Verse 1:]
Yeah. I got story to tell this cat named Jamell
Got the 22 shells with perells (Pirellis) on his wheels
He was one of youngest on the block one of the livest
Never the type hide his burner when he hear the sirens
He was runnin' the city, runnin' with the grittiest, grimiest niggas
Hustlin all night up with insomnia
Watching the fiends glock in his jeans
And he visualized the life of Tupac in his dreams
Swimming in papes swimming in cake buckin' at jake
Beating a case then he fleeing the place
You the deal; money - power - respect
Dreams of a privat jet coke connect
Hoding techs he be set, but
As of know dude stuck on the cement
With bucket full of gin and a couple of his men
And still his mom dukes had to struggle for the rent
So the man walked around with a bundle in his hand
Trying to make shit right packing it up (2-5)
With the right amount of cut he better make shit right
Cause it ain't no refunds in the street, just guns in the street
And twelve year old niggas runnin' with heat
Ain't the devil happy
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
2 years later Jamell now holding his daughter
Facing alot of problems cause his whole baby mama
And his life is gettin' colder and harder
But he was older and smarter
At least he of the block now though
But this young gun spitter met a young dumb sister
It was love a first sight soon as the nigga toungekissed her
Now he was trapped it's foul but now it's rap
And he was dumb enough to have a seed with her
She ain't have no ambition in life no guidance
No vision in life just strippin' at night
In the crib she was christian and nice
But like to be on the block where niggas bustin like Israelites
Jamell was mistaken I don't know what he thinkin'
When he found the ho she was drunk and half naked
With a bunch of hoodrat birds that that pass they shit
Off to any dude like they body ain't sacred
Now he's startin' to reminisce he can't take it
Put the burner to his dome and his hearts racin'
No he's faced with a decision and gotta make it
Does he hate his life so much that he would take (Blaow)
Yo, bang bang catch a dubby shell
Whole world crush motherfucker
20 drown, apocalyptic, apocalyptic
Niki's pop shit till I pop in the clip no
Yes, Sean Price is the best
…of hero my chest call me … fresh
Be, body … shoot
And we 3 shot in your face down
Shot my … round of truth
Niggers is fake, duck tells,
Unbreakable sean jackson you fuck's …
The flow, so fresh my round …
My flow is allowed, ya niggers is …
… lyrically at the pc, … tracks you hate that, come and see me
Nigger Sean is nice, I will kill you before a green card I carved twice
Murd 'em on another level hear these words I write
That's what got me signed I ain't taking your advice, that's right
Think of my life as a movie without the scripted scene
It's a … I really live a dream
Another level what you hearing is what I really did
So what I say through these bars is what I really live
Same time it's just I caught me …
You wouldn't understand cause I'm on another level
Yo, I'm the truth of bizness ya know that you dudes are finished
I be getting stupid spend this, help me …biscuits
Ya dudes don't live it you should limit the … you share with
You bout to lose a … to sip it
I use the … with trappers … my backpack
Wrapped in weed package them …
… score says
You in big time, homie you act greavy
Act crazy, insecure like fat ladies
… weed in the stash
I'm on another level, ps3, xbox and nintendo wii
Don't pretend to be what you now
Cause it catch you like a criminal cop
Pull out and finish … I'm in the place where the criminals cop
Where you bitch niggers not
White jersey like I pitch for the socks
And my kicks ain't color my socks
Show love to your pops, cause home boy I father …
Fuck you cats with your horrible sound
.. the crow, I'm on a mission to the modesty now
I'm popular now, pockets filled with washingtons now
With franklins and bejamins so I can have …
I'm on another level hear these words I write
That's what got me signed I ain't taking your advice, that's right
Think of my life as a movie without the scripted scene
It's a … I really live a dream
Another level what you hearing is what I really did
So what I say through these bars is what I really live
Same time it's just I caught me …
Easy money
To all my girls
For you, for you for you for you
All my girls
I never let em some fans cause i’m a chief
But i know i’m the last man i would be
Good to my girl but i ain’t a s*cker
I give a trust but i don’t a f*cking so
On e thing i love about my down town chick
She like the city but she go down town quick
And i ain’t quit no money in the machine
She like the car wash ‘cause she wipe me down clean
Why i let it be cause the god soul
And so many girls like my cover girl queen
And she like it like it hard
Nothing too fancy
F*ck me in the car you ain’t got me romance me
Type of girl i fancy life maybe ..
But only say the L word when I’m f*cked up
I’ll be in the car hangin in the dutch
She the world for the .. im just tryin to get a ..
Hook:
Head on top to see my uptown girl
Thank down shop to see my down town girl
Go ot and she my uptown girl
Whatever you at i’ll be around girl
Back on top to see my uptown girl
Back down stop to see my other down town girl
You all my girls girl
I got this onw big ..my hair
Man i don’t wanna go down town
So hope love the way she a dancer
Go go make good money still wacks for me dough dough
Shawty live deep in the P just givin me more blows
Said i got a weak in the knees i call co co
Other chicks sexy holla a pepsi
She want ..with long legs ..
..above she beautiful when she mad me
Let us all go i’m bad and too impressive
That is new .. she met me in my shell
First day she said she in love with my flow
Said i’m incredible and later i’m coming on
Way she go the mike hey got nothing on
Hey day she write about me in the diary
I’m all around the world and this is my variety
And my check from the a
She’ll be .. all day
Coping the cakes they way I’m keeping the calm
And my honey from New York
make me have a run with the law
If I’m sexing I’m beating it wrong
When i see my .. gotta keep the Kelly cope
Because she crazy but i love what she say
My bro in Boston ..so when i see a couple of things
I know i get around and i might play hard
But none of .. cheat em, like they are
I’ve been doing but forever ..get salt
I need every air ..spending
I got so many but i need more in my play
I’ve been .. my honey all over the stake
And i keep on happy too that’s why they love .. two
They said Im a righteous cat I write righteous raps
but I cook coke cook it to crack
thinking what kind of life is that
get tosssed in the bin never knowin when you might come back
I listen to Jesse Jack black clip in the gat
and write lyrics to the soul of Geronimo Platt
Im talkin to anyone who got a problem with that
IM everywhere tell me where you met your politian at
IM right there doin a show chain out by myself
put my fist in the air bang out by myself
thats why your girl wanna polish my knob
and every rapper in the city wanna party so hard
but before I do a song with y'all
I'll blow my brains out on the bible and call it the knowledge of God
my cousin gutter get the problems resolved
he specialize in cuttin niggas up nice and doin robberies dawg
probably y'all
and when Im rippin the gauge
you be gone in 60 seconds like Nicolas Cage
pay attention when Im rippin the page
when Im not on stage
I feel played with meticulous rage
I seen my first nigga shot at a rediculous age
before Irv and Magic Johnson was a victim of aids
cats think because they sit and they pray
because they christian they saved
till reality just spit in they face
but I'll tell you one thing when bullets start flying
jesus christ aint gonna sit in the way
like modern day slaves how we sit in the maze
wont pay your child support but you can chip in for haze
my baby momma been trippin for days
she hate the fact Im a star and model bitches wanna sit on my face
she love to see a brother sit in a cage
take my daughter away
and let another nigga sit in my place
momma told me that its only a phase
but I throw up my dukes before that I put a clip in my fade
theres way too much opportunity to sit in and blaze
its the evolution of man we been sittin in caves
before I ever had a nickel to blaze
meanin a nickel of weed
or a nickel nine spittin them strays
I been tryin to get my shit on the waves
DJ's holdin me down but never play my shit in the days
its no way that I might win with only the night spins
but but but I aint gonna sit and complain
old ??? slingin shit in they veins
they be mad as hell cuz they know it wont hit em the same
cats slippin and they chicken these days
give em a trip in the range
and they be lickin on the pickle with aids
I wish my grandmama coulda heard this shit from the grave
I know she woulda loved to hear her boy rippin this way
over the beat, life so cold on the street
you might get shot up or you can go in your sleep
to all my soldiers that die for they flag
or they die for they rag
its messed up you hadda lie in a bag
its no fair ones aint no more relyin on jabs
now its supplyin the mask and a guy who'll just blast
fucked up I gotta ride in a cab
but as soon as I get a cheque I gotta divide it in half
I feel like I should be ridin a jag
on a flight with a mag
and a 100G's right in the stash
they dont wanna see a puerto rican writin his bag
cuz what I write on the pad
get them tightened and mad
Im hyper but sad
cuz I got a lot of fame in rap
but Im back living right with my dad
Im part french part spic how racist is that
police wanna treat me like Im basically black
Im basically that
and you dont wanna talk about my gats
cuz they like Charlie Baltimore they German and black
its hard to earn but Im earnin a stack
this the moment of truth so Im tryin to write verses like that
my vocals burn set fire to tracks
they're admiring that
thats why my CD's fly off the rack
groupie bitches they be showin me love
when I roll in the club
they lovin the way that I flow on the drums
plus the way I make dough in the slums
keep smoke in the lungs
and write rhymes more potent than drugs
you dont wanna end up chokin on slugs
with a throat full of blood
you should watch how you open your mug
watch how it go down when them pistols around
cuz you can end up with a slug through your wisdom or child
bullets flyin through your kitchen and blow
more people in the church than a christening now, isnt it foul
prolly could have been avoided
but you was too paranoid
out sniffing you aint see your choices
my voice is something like Kennedy except you gonna remember me for
killin these mics not gettin murk'd up by my enemy oh
livin the life most of these rap niggas pretend to be
sellin and gettin locked up by the police and my friend will be
way past due if I lay past 2
so Im on that early bird shit grey that goose
homie make that loot
and when you baggin up dimes of dro its better to make that loose
cuz it looks like there's way more to these customers
they dont understand the agenda of real hustlers
they just wanna cop what you sell em and roll dutches up
get their mind stimulated and away from the troublesome
situations we go through throughout our daily life
which homie bangin your wife
its prolly an A you like
he wanna tell you
but he dont know how he can say it right
you'll prolly pick up a knife
and slay him that very night
then I dont be wifin up bitches cause they be trife
make you put it on the line like ghost or baby trife
get you shot up in your ride like BIG and Obie Trice
the bullets aint nothing nice
but until I see the light...
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