Tomato Filmography

• Off-Balance (2001)

• War (2007)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Must Be Strong - Tommy Tee
• About That Girl - Tommy Tee
• Bonds Intro - Tommy Tee
• Day By Day - Tommy Tee
• Defenders Of The North Sea - Tommy Tee
• Feelin' It - Tommy Tee
• I'm A Fuckin Star - Tommy Tee
• International Connects - Tommy Tee
• Wow - Tommy Tee
• Work For Me - Tommy Tee
• With The Fam - Tommy Tee
• When Time Stops - Tommy Tee
• That's My Fucking Word - Tommy Tee
• Takin Ova Us Version - Tommy Tee
• St St Studio - Tommy Tee
• Overseas With Officals - Tommy Tee
• Truth - Damita
• I Will Trust - Damita
• Hold On To Your Faith - Damita
• Why - Damita
• The Wedding Song - Damita
• Spirit Inside - Damita
• No Looking Back - Damita
• Midnite - Damita
• Life? - Damita
• If Ever - Damita
• Don't Leave Me Lonely - Damita
• Calvary - Damita
• Paradise - Timmy T
• Over And Over - Timmy T
• Please Don't Go - Timmy T
• My Exceptional Girl - Timmy T
• Timmy T - Timmy T
• One More Try - Timmy T
• Time After Time - Timmy T
• What Will I Do? - Timmy T
• Du Bist Den Ganzen Tag Gerannt - Tomte
• Du Bist Den Ganzen Weg Nur Gerannt - Tomte
• Endlich Einmal - Tomte
• Love Revealed - Temitayo
• In Your Eyes - Temitayo
• In Your Hands - Temitayo
• Angels - Damato
• Nobody Go Stop Me - Temitayo
• Groove On - Timati
• I'm On You - Timati
• Love You - Timati
• My Life - Timati
• Boomerang - Timati
• Got Damn - Timati

[A.G.]
Yeah, yeah (you Must be Strong), gotta be strong nigga,
only the strong will survive,
I got fourteen in, niggas think i'm playing, yo Tommy Tee what's popping,
Yo mommy, yo Dave, paris in the house, D.I.T. signal.
You know what i mean, yeah yo AD where you at (RI)
Will will the ave low row nine fifty (Yes in Norway)
[Verse 1: A.G.]
The first six months of my life i was hooked to a respirator,
Probably gods way of giving me extra flavor,
2 years later I'm blowing out K, and they said it wouldn't happen
so we got it on tape,
That night cousin came throught the fire escape,
stole some money even ate the swan on the plate,
He was stressin, i seen the lines in his face,
Next time i seen him was online at his weight.
At six the youngest nigga trying to get laid,
Sixteen the youngest nigga trying to get paid,
At ten years old is when i first got played,
Little cutie from the project she even wore fade,
At fourteen I had pussy on my mind,
Couldn't concentrate dick hard all the time,
At seventeen that's when the shit got real,
I got a taste of jail and the tast is stale i'm thinking.
[Chorus: The Loudmouf Choir & A.G.]
You Must Be Strong, (No doubt niggas)
You Must Be Strong, (I came a long motherfucking way dawg)
You Must Be Strong, (And i got a long motherfucking way to go)
You Must Be Strong, (You feeling me)
[Verse 2: A.G.]
At nineteen back to jail grant death order,
Bullshit charge but i ain't coming to court though,
And as faith would have it hooked up with Lord Finesse the same year and
recorded a classic (A ghetto bastard)
My pops was never there so they laughed at my gear, And this was every
year.
New clothes was old clothes shit was golly,
Shoot souls, had hoes, socks was bloody,
And the bitches that i liked, they didn't like me,
And now it can't be the shoes then again it might be,
What they didn't now, there's not another like me,
But all had changed once I sold a diamond,
They killed L, they killed O, they killed Hans,
They killed Shaka, they killed Pop, they killed Papa,
Shook ones, look son they took pun,
I won't stop you understand when a hook come.
[Chorus/Outro: The Loudmouf Choir & A.G.]
You Must Be Strong, (This is that shit here, this is that pain)
You Must Be Strong, (Pain mage great music they told me)
You Must Be Strong, (R.I.P to all my niggas)
You (Jam Master Jay) Must Be Strong, (All my niggas alive dawg i feel ya)
You (trigga tone) Must Be Strong (For real nigga my man A rivera)
You Must Be Strong (Yo L if it wasn't for you i probably would've stopped
already dawg)
(Andre The Giant) You Must Be Strong (I forgot about him huh)
(Alright) You Must Be Strong, (It's time to wake your fucking ass up dawg,

[Intro: Tshawe]
I could go on and on, (shawty)
About That Girl,
I could go on and on,
(yeah) I could go on and on About That Girl
[Verse 1: CL Smooth]
We'ill never know pushing through Oslo,
This tight little oversea shawty was a unlocked though,
Slick part in the head to figure what it's all there,
Can't understand half of what you saying and don't care,
Imma give her everything she want,
Everything she need is my pleasure indeed,
With both hands together wet clay sculpture,
Introudce me to another culture,
Sit up in the cafe laughing over some latte,
Late up in the flatten just old tune blaze,
Mixed into the haze the perfume aroma,
Once i let it touch me it's over,
I'm in another world with the broad sun here's some real talk,
When i'm with her i don't miss New York,
So call me later i sent you a postcard,
With nothing but love CL is down.
[Chorus: Tshawe]
See high thang got me feeling the flavor,
I could go on and on About That Girl,
Sweet thang got me going insane,
I could go on and on About That Girl,
Got-got me feeling the flavor,
I could go on and on About That Girl,
Sweet thang got me going insane,
I could go on and on About That Girl.
[Verse 2: Son Of Light]
Shawty like to read them books,
She can't stand the hang with halfway crooks,
Hand me your look she's tight with the nookie,
Love it when i reach for the cookie,
Love it when it's night time flight time walking on silk lights,
She a type of queen that nobody is built like,
See them haters is the club they don't feel right,
Cause when she walks into the room spotlight,
Walking on air she hot fronting the rear,
Can't stop talking to stairs not that I care,
Cause she be on that not like the pidgeons when we sit around and discuss
religion,
Love it when we talk about the world and political issues,
Everytime on the phone I tell you I miss you,
We even break br'er when we fight to,
On the strenght baby nobody is like you.
[Chorus: Tshawe]
See high thang got me feeling the flavor,
I could go on and on About That Girl,
Sweet thang got me going insane,
I could go on and on About That Girl,
Got-got-got me feeling the flavor,
I could go on and on About That Girl,
Sweet thang got me going insane,
I could go on and on About That Girl.
About That Girl,
I could go on and on.
See high thang got me feeling the flavor,
I could go on and on About That Girl,
Sweet thang got me going insane,
I could go on and on About That,
High thang got me feeling the flavor,
I could go on and on About That Girl,
Sweet thang got me going insane,

And i do know there's alot of press releases and radiostations, and tv
announcements
are complaining about I talk to much, and i'm talking, i need a good beat'n
and it is true that i do alot of talk and everything i say, i mean to back
it up.
Another doctor hip-hop Melissa
Does he know he's supposed to b-b-beat that spelling
Another doctor hip-hop Melissa
I'm paying my dutes to this game of tommorow
Another doctor hip-hop Melissa
Everything we mix is a classic
Another doctor hip-hop Melissa
Yo shit sounds classic
No matter what I say, some might go take it personal, so fuck it
You reject the words of the minister
The state countries to countries
The official Tee Productions, beatriders.
I never need no gimmicks and shit, to get me over
Coming in takes forth door to door
And so the next time, when you wishing for my downfall, imma come back to
drown ya'll.
[Father Blanco]
From radioshows, with high rates, to mixtapes,
To pay fightfully earned for none of my creates, to high stakes,
Cause i put 14 years in it final impress and final beats, so we can spin
And why see we all in it, i knew it had to pay off, hard work is what it
may cause,
I never took a pause, always wanted to build long nights behind boards was
filled and faders killed,
And pushed on and begged, on a twelve ten sted, serving 33 mc's of the
head,
Create beats to travels the global globes (pff) hosted by mc's that leaved
bloodstains on your cloths,
NORTH FOLKS! Gettin' empty nas, props of stash, people act funny over cash,
Don't make me laugh still waiting for my downfall.

[Talib Kweli]
Yo you think that, it's crazy man?
This brother from South Africa told me that there's like
a Tupac tribe, and a Biggie tribe right?
And heads got like AK-47's and machine guns and
and and and Africans killin each other
over some East coast/West coast, knahmsayin?
I mean that we deaded it a long time ago man
but lives is bein lost, yaknahmsayin?
Over some bullshit, yaknamsayin?
I don't really understand it yo
[Wordsworth]
Yo, reality is life and death, full of fights and threats
Murders, burglars, prostitutes search the night for sex
Rollin dice on steps, take advice from vets, brains are bright in death
and you can have accounts that never bounce from writin checks
Life and tecs, there ain't really much here
Either sports video games you deal or cut here
Jeeps or Porshes, a portion of dreams in fortune
Intercourse that I'm stressed to keep it or abortion
My topics full of plans, on profit from this land
A pocket full of grands to have your optics full of fans
I'm tired of dollar bands, shoppin carts pushin cans
and jobs ain't callin back, you better off pullin scams
To rack props, cops harass black blocks
Parents addicted, kids on they colors from crack tops
for jacktops, pistols instead of tissue muscle to bust you
You got a choice, either b-boy or drugs can rush you
[A.L.]
Life is too short, that's why I strive to live it to the fullest
Half my brothers are locked up, the other half a caught a bullet
To pull it, it's kinda strange like every night I got a full moon
I used to pull boom, hopin one day I'd drop a jewel soon
but hard to see that, with so many problems in my picture
My car ? that, I try to soft it with the liquor
We're dissolvin quicker, my streets are hotter than Cancun
Backstabbers'll shank you, say more than thank you and prank you
They're brainwashin us, that's why I never use the shampoo
The game knockin us, that's why I'm clever when the cam zooms
So what's the reason for the treason who you pleasin when you skeezin
Bullets breezin every season leavin bodies freezin
Forget excuses, puttin the blame up on the flamer
Hip-Hop is useless, when entertainers hit containers
Simple and plainer but crime is gettin stranger
Wrinkles my gainer, but in time we'll live in danger
No remainders in my chamber my eras are filled with toxicant
Lyrics my oxygen I get the spirits from my moccassins
My mouth is where I dropped my gem, I made the glock my friend
No peace in the East, little kids is throwin rocks again
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
It's only one life to live so I sacrifice
But nobody came back from the afterlife
Life and death is the fate of the streets
Take it day by day, pray before I eat, pray before I sleep
One life to live so I sacrifice
When nobody came back from the afterlife
Life and death is the fate of the streets
Take it day by day, pray before I eat, pray before I sleep
[Talib Kweli]
The survivor of slavery, definition of bravery
Flowin like Brooks bust Nines in Deep Space like Avery
With rhymes made to be complete like A to Z
or the number nine the months of pregnancy, what can you say to me?
Call up the travel agency, book a flight to the end of time
when the wicked get refined, the righteous kick a rhyme livin divine
Rewind, to the present state of mind right now
where beef will have you dead like the first man to catch Mad Cow
Life is full of too much trifeness to chill and be enjoyin
I be in the inner city like asbestos and lead poison
My memories within the cannon of history
Ready aim spit-fire my artillery, in the faces of cats who grillin me
(Yo what you lookin at?) Quick to touch up cats who ain't feelin me
with the ability, to plug you in, like auxillary
Livin digitally, the only condition is critically
You still the man physically but I'm sunnin you spiritually
Consider me far from average, lyrical rites of passage
Rhymes comin out my cabbage, cold light up a savage
Take you back to baby carriage, yo, for what it's worth
Drop a master verse before they cleaned up the afterbirth
[Punchline]
Aiyyo since I was teethin, I was labelled a heathen
A demon, my pops must have had bad semen
Now all eyes peepin, the man with the raps
Been kickin since the womb and my moms felt that
Train of thought off track, cause I couldn't F widdit
I taught myself to hold ground on one pivot
and never be timid, call me the rap God
A slave to the game just like Amistad
I rap eager, a daydreamer
I seen cats dance for crack, like Gator in Jungle Fever
While the thugs bust shots til it just don't stop
I'll have a fat knot, controllin finances through the laptop
Enhancin your mind, at night when I rhyme
I spit gems that shine havin you thinkin it's daytime
I be the final sign, at any rate, opposin debate
for all rappers with militant mindstates

And i'm going with the storm
[Verse 1: Diaz]
I walk through Lost citys filled with rash
And snowdrift the temperature never shifts.
You can't travel cause your sails got rifts,
Approach my coast and imma give you lifts.
Icicles and frost is what I'm spitting,
No heat it's just the cans that be clicking
You get frost spitting if your anthem island, the Scandinavian island.
When i'm over dry land, inhold strong characters, sticking up mic carriers,
We're savages you've been born to rock Hammet with horns,
Under grave of my ancestors i've sworn to keep doing mic pillages,
The wars we're thundering, plundering your villages,
That's how real it is in these cold waters Oh were's slaugthers,
We live under lips of porters.
[Chorus: Diaz]
Defenders defenders defenders defenders defenders of the north sea
Don't fuck with the stormy weather
Defenders defenders defenders defenders defenders of the north sea,
(north sea)
[Verse 2: Diaz]
I'm crossing ice majestic like a polar bear,
Disturbing the planets atmosphere,
It's neighbour warfare out here where I'm from,
Leading fleet into open sea confront I'm on some,
Evacuate type of shit no need for T.P.s to navigate my ship,
I used to win force to set the course and I always return to the north,
To the mighty fjords surrounded by a wood belt,
Mc explorers get dealt i make the poles melt,
As i scream towards the open sea rapidly, Splitting it as a faculty,
You wanna battle me, element number 4,
Offshore i drag you down to the seafloor,
Where death finders can't locate me,
The Black Star Zone home where they cant trace me.
[Chorus: Diaz]
Defenders defenders defenders defenders defenders of the north sea
Don't fuck with the stormy weather
Defenders defenders defenders defenders defenders Diaz and Tommy Tee
And i'm going with the storm, And i'm going with the storm
[Verse 3: Diaz]
Outshine foreign MCs like Morils, I swallow 'em like waves to it's krills
From the glacial conti', like Kon-ti-ki defender of the north pedigree,
Me measure my velocity in knots,
But i move at such speed the Russkis can't unlock,
I split you fuck hunt you down one by one,
you get done done by my nautical tounge,
Took the title from pre storm controlers,
Poseidon and I allers the seven sea holders,
Now who's the ballers you ha ha try again,
bring it on i got a coast lying to defend,
Mermen off and on like the tide, the most live beats be the waves I ride.
From the north side of things oh poslings Ship sinks in the land of

[Jojo Pellegrino]
Obviously it's a rap flow blow like Mortys,
Tommy Tee on the track Jojo & Noora,
This one's a smash all up in the club like go shawty, It's your birthday
bash now you know 'em,
How you keep me 'head of tone Now all we need some booze in the bottle and
we be set to go,
Ohm got little look in your eyes you grindin that pretty round thing on me
while I'm pulling your dice whole place,
These ain't drop or retarded I'm sipping lue of you got it you got it,
Damn I think I just started now the whole room's spinning,
Hot like a soul food kitchen you know who spitting Pella.
[Noora Noor]
I wonder if I could be your girl,
Cause of your mind I tell it text,
Oh my keep shish I give to you,
My body needs too be touched.
[Jojo Pellegrino]
I be grinding the patient like ohm,
And I'm a palm in her waist she like ohm,
See here Noora's in my face and ohm,
Now we go home in.
[Noora Noor]
I'm watching you watching me back,
Just pull before you jump react at all the pills and where you act,
The Two of us now that's alright.
[Jojo Pellegrino]
I be grinding the patient like ohm,
And I'm a palm in her waist she like ohm,
See here Noora's in my face and ohm,
Now we go home in.
[Jojo Pellegrino]
Tommy Tee got 'em Feelin It like yeah yeah,
Noora got 'em Feelin It like yeah yeah,
JJ P got 'em Feelin It like yeah yeah,
Now take it to the bridge.
[Jojo Pellegrino]
Hold up waves it's not a rap yet go harder home,
No assbacks coop Noora and lead that's we care less,
What they talking conquer the world slowly,
One step at a time sun repping with rhymes now shorty,
Cause I'm hung destined to shine if you listen up closely then your're
fine,
Bonatti 'till the point where you press rewind,
The point where you press rewind,
The point where you press rewind oh shit 'em,
Blacking out what's that about woofers and tweeters blowing the speakers
the beach is banging out,
Bonatti Tommy Tee got the massive plout
And Pelle got the handles out who beefing with Noora what's the problem.
[Jojo Pellegrino]
I be grinding the patient like ohm,
And I'm a palm in her waist she like ohm,
See here Noora's in my face and ohm,
Now we go home in.

[Intro: Kool Keith]
Yeah, I'm a Fucking Star (yeah), motherfucking Kool Keith in this
motherfucka,
Teddy and RL, Yo baby you look good know what i'm sayin,
I'm a Fucking Star, You got a nice ass (You got a nice ass),
Got some nice hips, Got some nice eyes (Got some nice eyes),
You know i'm trying to get you to the hotel, because you know I,
I like the way that G-string look in your ass, you know what i'm saying,
You got the right thongs on in that, you know what i'm saying,
I'm a Fucking Star, You get low bed, you know what i'm saying,
We go the room and just you know, (do a little something).
[Kool Keith]
I'm large, a lineback, a green bay, y'all niggas ass out,
I'm Rudy Ray, bitches sport that tailout and that langerey
Cock a cuckoo i train it, the tits i painted,
Your girl just fainted with all to pop, ran from boss man,
Six thousand dollar jeans they cost man,
I'm a Fucking Star, (I'm a Fucking Star) Konrom is about ten a Keith,
They can't stop this inside, even if they leak we'ill soon reach they neck
work my shit to peeps,
Wimbley Arena hunch thousand sold out seats, (I'm a Fucking Star),
With the Queen of England don't you know who's the fucking King Ben,
Rubbing oil on fat asses with german gas masses,
Sipping that the so fooly to disqualify these niggas rapping fruity, (I'm a
Fucking Star),
Clam clam seashell they don't know how to fuck with me well,
Girls love the way Shanell on my nuts smell,
The keng go gets me a lot of pussy when i lick my lips like LL,
I'm fucking with grease and hair gel, toast up with Amastel,
Not Tony Parker but Tony Park Cell,
Bitch now i'm a R&B; star like Teddy and RL (Teddy and RL)
(You know i'm a star baby Teddy and RL)
You know I'm a Fucking Star.

[Verse One: Mike Zoot]
Some fictions advice nigga, I'm nice to the letter
For better og worse I cross the finish line
And find the purse first
Born the Kapricon, hit it and form
And show my ways of the force
Oral, grab the cource
Crosses jaws to I use it up vocabullary
It takes half reception to magnify my very
Detailed mail delivered straight from the mouth piece
Shout out to the white niggaz who don't know about this
Super sub-urb my verbal calistetics is pathetic
MC, yo, a sinner, when I'm about to rap so ghettic
In ya head I whoop the story like the writer of a novel
Slip out the canned laugh, no time to agree the rubble
But instead I feed your head with the truth, no doubt
About low term confirm, no to make a mic burn
And since I'm Mike Zoot we get the looping dash
And with my ass and my rules, so long till last
[Chorus: x2]
We got the runs, rhymes, beats and all things
This in it Mike Zoot the ill shit we bring
It's like, that, this
Hit, we don't miss
BK, to the bricks on this Tommy Tee shit
[Verse Two: El Da Sensai]
You wanna beat us, a black kid
A baby born in scorn
Here's to all for the free
For all is joint in this sing along
To the king shit, legitimy
The harderst work in corners
I swear you want now, I don't know ways now
Take a chance and get on
As I storm boulevards
Run up and bomb rush for once plus
My tooth sence broken, talking clothes to back of the bus
Drugs and dirt water, see realness in my aura
Is ambitious, so I slash performer
This tracks make me wanna just smoke and get loose
Tip my cup ova a fruit drink, mix it with fruit juice
Mike Zoot the new weed guy, hypnotate a big fry
Do it, wanna sell you, I know you wanna see me die
Certainify, I'm hard, not stupid
You gettin' diplomatic, juice papers that's no approval
On a paper, type me a favour or pay the pager
Bills are cock trees and fill the refridgerator
Till later, like when it's done off
I wanna run off shittin'
On fake friends there are forgotten, bless the ones that didn't
They stay fresh on my mind, like the rhyme does written
A couple of bosses dropped out, now I'm ready for the kickin'
[Chorus: x2]
El Da Sen-Sen-Sensai, oh excuse me, my name's Mike Zoot, I'm from the 90s

[Verse 1: The Loudmouf Choir]
I ain't rapping for the love of the money,
I ain't rapping for the love of my honey,
I ain't rapping i'm just trying to be funny,
All day spending government money,
When it's raining it's sunny,
Even haters they love me,
Loudmouf we're the best of the best ,
You think you're special punk,
Yeah but you're just the rest of the rest,
God bless the phone,
We say yes to jobs,
In the middle of the street,
Undressed and drunk.
[Chorus: The Loudmouf Choir]
WOW,WOW,
We're gonna tell you something,
aaah aaah aaah aah aah,
We got a message (We got a message),
Yeah we're gonna tell you something,
(Trust me) aaah aaah aaah aah aah.
[Verse 2: The Loudmouf Choir]
I'm in the kitchen making a smoothie,
drink half of it then poor the rest on her bitch booty,
I call it tutti frutti,
Bitch try to do me say i look like George Clooney,
No you're looking more like Andy Rooney on duty,
We bother your brother and twist your sister,
Straight break your legs like mista mista,
When shit hits the fan,
Yeah your bitch is a man,
Get ridiculous and diss our fans.
WOW,
We're gonna tell you something,
aaah aaah aaah aah aah.
[Verse 3: The Loudmouf Choir]
I got a plan,
For real,
Yeah we're gonna get rich,
With who,
Just me and my hunney bunny bitch,
I told you straight i only fuck bitches who is over eight,
And overweight,
See I'm always great and i'm always late,
Loudmouf we hard body while you always fake,
Bitch took a dump while she holding my stake,
Plus she wanna suck me off but i said no I'm straight.
[Chorus: The Loudmouf Choir]
WOW,WOW,
We're gonna tell you something, (I'm feeling my bar yo)
aaah aaah aaah aah aah,
(We got a message, message)
We're gonna tell you something,
aaah aaah aaah aah aah,
(You got a message, message to you)
We're gonna tell you something,
aaah aaah aaah aah aah,
WOW,WOW,
We're gonna tell you something,

[Verse 1: Mira Craig]
Mr. Plumber, Mr. Plumber won't you help me i got a leak,
Say won't you lay that pipe by the bathroom and the kitchen scene.
Mr. Doctor, Mr. Doctor won't you come check on me,
I'm feeling hot and bothered and i need a house call round 3.
[Chorus: Mira Craig]
Work For Me, Work For Me, Work Work For Me
Work For Me, Work Work For Me,
Work For Me, Work Work Work For Me,
Say won't you Work For Me, Work work work For Me,
Say won't you work it for me, Work work for me.
Work, work, work, work
[Verse 2: Mira Craig]
Mr. Butcher, Mr. Butcher won't you come and give me some meat,
I've got a huge appetite and i'm ready for a real nice treat.
Mr. Officer, Officer put your handcuffs on me,
I've been a bad little girl and i need a real good spanking.
[Chorus: Mira Craig]
Work For Me, Work For Me, Work Work For Me
Work For Me, Work Work For Me,
Work For Me, Work Work Work For Me,
Say won't you Work For Me, Work work work For Me,
Say won't you work it for me, Work work for me.
Work, work, work, work [x2]
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

Yeah,
Squizzy,
South Bronx,
Where we at
Oslo,
[Diamond D]
Check it The all knowing, all glowing,
Sons of the globe been jets all bowing
For the drop i got a fetish,
I get a rush when my hands touch the lettuce,
We big Macs, special orders don't upset us,
Ladies treat us like chinchillas and pet us,
Don't matter what continent or hemisphere,
I speak precise you understand when it's clear,
The macaroni I smack a phony,
Back a homie ex'es come back to bomie,
Mean swagging jeans sagging,
Lean bragging in that cue five mean wagon,
Dead wrong I'm head strong,
Fuck with diam's we like to get hating long,
So baby see me after the show,
Or stay put if you after the dough,
You know.
[Hook: Devin The Dude]
If you see me in the club you know,
The police gonna spot my shine,
If you see me in the streets yo,
A nigga's all about my crime,
If you see me anywhere at all,
You know i'm just trying to get by,
With The Fam.
[Verse 2: Tommy Tee]
A short motherfucker, and large motherfuckers,
We grown you moms wanna fuck us,
Puff on the keiths go nuts on the beats,
So sweet getting puff from the police,
Kicks are stoldees snares are bottom,
Don't ask for beats if you can't afford 'em,
Dude I'm on 'em heading for the big checks,
With a couple of big hits you know how that shit gets,
Bangin on the mac put my bangers on the map,
The plaque's hanging in the back, Studio is dirty,
Maybe cause of the fact I never kept it clean in that shit since I was
thirty,
It's Tee and the band Sugarhill and the Gang,
(With the fam),Just me and the fam,
It's Tee and the band Sugarhill and the Gang, wifey in the back,
(With the fam), Just me and the fam.
[Hook: Devin The Dude]
If you see me in the club you know,
The police gonna spot my shine,
If you see me in the streets yo,
A nigga's all about my crime,
If you see me anywhere at all,
You know i'm just trying to get by,
With The Fam.
If you see me in the studio,
With The Fam,
If you see me in the studio,
With The Fam,
If you see me in the studio,
With The Fam,
If you see me in the studio,

[Verse 1: Son Of Light]
When it's done then it's done now you already did it,
Rhyme spit it time splitted we all gon get it,
Time's relevant I beat around the bush,
Like an elephant and we never forget too,
Step through this beat we let you,
Throw your hands in the sky and scream what kept you,
I'm not done yet the sun rises but there ain't no sunset as we embark on
this dark journey,
I'm done with the cast that tried to burn me,
I'm done with the things that don't concern me,
I turn with the tide we all die sometime and life solidify seen through
pretty eyes,
I swim with the sharks and dip with piranhas,
I'm done with the calm before the storm drama,
And i'm next to none if you a Trinity soldier you're next to Son.
[Verse 2: A-Lee]
I'm done quitting, I'm done with it, I'm confident,
You're compited, wrong figure and all minutes,
Life's sad when it's done you're sorry,
Why you think that sad movies are true stories,
Why you think that fast moving is you for it,
Might to think that actually is you falling,
Break it apart shit my brain's gone,
I ain't calm can't wait long to stay strong,
The day calms when I gotta decide a lot of my life,
It's not surpised I'm going out of my mind,
I picture myself I can't do I'm out of all the,
Lecture myself demons i got a lot of,
Make sure it sell bits gather for me lord I,
Beg for you help sip jealous a holy water,
I'm only what i chose to be and i'm on the force to see trying to sort 'em
of to me what.
[Chorus: A-Lee]
When do he choose time,
I keep handling situations and dangerit,
End soon is you die,
We seen it happen but never seem to imagine it,
[Verse 3: Son Of Light]
I've always been me, sin in me,
Strange but in the beginning of times at rhyme in me,
Shine at why is it that diamond shine isn't that ironic ebonic's the side
that divide ah,
Center still shine so divine, still full of it, still ordinary client,
Fill auditoriums we call this rap emporium not your everyday life is
stories.
[Verse 4: A-Lee]
Yo I've always been me,
Caught red handed embarrassed and then ran to the nearest
of friends in to the darest offending my appereance
extense in so I'll hear it for ten day didn't hear it
depends man do I fear it.
Besides I'm willing to rise and recognize,
What I've seen no more to come in my life,
When I die I know I'll die strong minded,
I'm Paul Whiting I'm so blind if I won't guide it,
The clock's ticking time just hand it to me,
You're only good for sixty minutes with Andy Roony,
I'm sick of hearing ridiculous things,
Thinking I won't get rid of these things city you screams hideous thought.
[Son Of Light]
Pity your thoughts I pity your scout ah,
The cities you fought i riddle you off ah,
Talk about hit the litter you off you like a rookie now yo we bringing the
blood sport.
[Chorus: A-Lee]
When do he choose time,
I keep handling situations and dangerit,
End soon is you die,
We seen it happen but never seem to imagine it,

[Wen]
Yo wassup yo let me speak to Tommy Tee.
Yo Tommy wassup it's Wen man.
Yo, yo pick it up yo i got mad stressin move yo.
Yo I'm at D right now,
yo yo i'll tell Opaque i'm coming through with this package right,
yo yo now we gonna hit niggas off, word up,
shout to all of fuckin Norway, fucking vikings doing it right.
Can't America let this shit alone,
now the whole shit blowing up the flag.
Wen C.O.D. see you niggas real soon,
doin our thing, it's for the world.
Alright no questions,
yeah wane yeah, what you know about that,
C.O.D. single dirty overdose,
in the motherfucking 9 8 That's My Fucking Word,
yo fame let these niggas know yo.
Hey yo, yo Tommy, pick up,
yo you ain't there.
Yo this song,
yo this shit is going through a lot of money before I was here yo,
yo mad kroners yo,
yo yo yo hey yo stress, yo yo yo Tommy man yo,
let the world know we're coming out there yo word up,
clean or dirty yo, word up, shoutout to whole fucking norway,

[Intro: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Uh.. Uh..
Shabaam Shadeeq
Sinister V-O-I-C-E
Easy Reservoir
Mista Shadeeq
Uh... Tommy Tee
Sinister Voices
[Verse One: Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Moves you cant trace
Terror face-to-face
I lace the bass and drums with nuff taste
When its crunch time, I invite MCs to my lunch time
With a punch line, bake beef like a mongoose
Even if its one line, and do rhyme
I track em all down, waste a few rounds
Clownass niggaz get shot like grave robbahz
Get around like my ballahz
In the coup the [?], no time to chill
Sun too hot to stop
See the world through a blink of an eye, imagine dat
I weight cannabis cats steadly takin' naps
Perhaps, I fuck up ya dome like Pete Snaps
No fake cats I need to procede with mine
So long I step on the stage I spit fire
I'm da natty, definatly living up the party
I shut the fuckahz down if these niggas dont respect me
Make em shake like epelepsy
Cant stress me
Cant test me with that talk ya talk keep it walkin'
I walk mine till the end of time, connecting
Collaborating with my comrades from everywhere
True is how I keep it secret: I never leak it
Hot like bahama beaches, with ya girl eating peaches
Shadeeqy lace the track like lee gee [?]
Hiphop's a fine whole [?] lotta way she freak me
[Chorus: Mr.Eon]
We come elevated
Untranslated
Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up
Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up
Locally, globally wreckin' totally
We come elevated
Untranslated
Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up
Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up
Locally globally wreckin' totally
[Verse Two: Reservoir Doggs]
Momma always said there'd be days like diz
I'd be stressed like diz, and fall victim to the streets
At an early age have my peeps call early graves
In the early days like around the late 80s
When chicks around the waist had no tits but had babies
My crew went crazy, drug money made us lazy
I never wanted to work, just sell this rap drug
To fiends everywhere with their headphones plugged
Verbal injectah
Hold the gadget like Inspectah
12 bars or pressure
Ghetto story lecture
Indiano, aka C-malo, a hard act to follow
Nigga chew before ya swollow
[Verse Three: Reservoir Doggs]
Yo yo yo yo,
Get ya best lined up, get ready so we can combat
I stomp that, blow bags and flow tracks
Where the do at, bless a nigga format(?) packs
Like gats by the ass crack when I click niggaz past that
They make lyricis, I blast back with a phat rap
I back trakcs, u relapse, I pack stacks, u eat that
Shit you talkin' new york bronx state of (?)
Double bread niggaz who shine get blind of the realness
Yo feel diz
Got my cake stacked up, and blaze shorty with the sex
Got my games backed up, I bought a half a million worth of ice
Keep it confidential, presidential on a rolex
go tex with the lex as we flex this
General who da federal
Interlectual 40 more with the residue dirty dogs
B-X we bless like the hands of Christ
And roll dice triple 7 for eternal life
[Verse Four: Joe Sexx]
My infra-red sizing you up, you live what nigga what
Promote and curruptness, or necceary ruptness
When I bliss, hiss the fist with [?] clips
[?] up those tips between lips and shit
Now and dat shitez
Force and I dont cries smash da dice
The cubes I hold I wrote, see low?? twice
Shakin' up the standard turnin' scramblahz to cant handle us
I want it all be to be, a bad [?] gambler
Shacked ya girl as angela?? got her on camera-rush
And when my mom sees how I'm mashin' or flashin' it from da door-step
Ya niggaz aint vile, ya gotta disscuss the wild
Fuckin' slim girls the project's gotta pee now
Meanwhile niggaz be fucking my guns keep bustin'
Chicken heads keep fussin'
Ya bitches always want to suck
My .45 is cussing cops is coming but I aint runnin'
Joe Sex lets get added motherfuckahz
[Chorus: Mr.Eon]
We come elevated
Untranslated
Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up
Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up
Locally, globally wreckin' totally
We come elevated
Untranslated
Uncut, MCs get done up when we run up
Run up, my fake poets, throw ya love up
Locally globally wreckin' totally

[Tommy Tee]
There's this thing that's been on my mind
All the time, St St Studio oh oh
Everybody knows all my game
You're really not the same
And it's the studio oh oh
Ah when Tee calls me I'll be there
I'll come running from anywhere
It's all I need, all my life
I feel so good if I just say the word
St St Studio, I just say the word, oh
St St Studio
I know that you're too young
Your life has just begun
And it's the studio
Ooh give me a chance, give me a sign
I'll show you every time
And it's the studio oh oh
Ah, got to have it, have it now
I've got to get closer and I sure know how
Things makes me nervous, makes me scared
But I feel so good if I just say the word
St St Studio I just say the word, oh
St St Studio
Ah when Tee calls me I'll be there
I'll come running from anywhere
It's all I need, all my life
I feel so good if I just say the word
St St Studio, I just say the word, oh
St St Studio, oh

Ey yo, live and direct, Tommy Tee presents,
Neek The Exotic, Large Pro, yo here we go.
[Verse 1: Large Proffesor]
I be the mo town most high,
Exalted nigga who faulted,
Straight from the streets of new york kid,
Nine block radius rap for you cranius off the head,
Spontanous now I'm famous, sneakers fresh,
Nuthin too complex some done shit,
When I'm on this track I'm sponsored,
By Tommy Tee, Tee Double,
The illeg level that we on be guaranteed trouble,
For these wack niggas rap niggas gets no love,
Have 'em looking like faggots in the disco club,
I just collect cabbage and just go grub,
At the end of the day we don't dwindle away we stay strong,
Secret agent like James Bond I am on the next flight to miam',
I stay traveling through all the snakes unraveling,
Playing my part stay sharp like a javelin,
Banging on a boulevard airing on the avening in the parks,
I leave mics rift aparts in little pieces,
Looking for me I'm where them beats is bro,
Internationally known as da supreme grand imperial,
Large Proffesor spit 816 bars of pressure,
In the flesh all a nigga won is cars with treasure,
In the spirit your niggas ain't trying to hear it,
Well let me lyric some words from the top of the nugget,
Cause no matter what kid we going keep on rocking,
With Neek The Exotic.
Oslo, Overseas With Officals,
Live and direct son (repeats until Verse 2)
Yeah, Neek The Exotic, Large Pro,
Another Tommy Tee Production.
[Verse 2: Neek The Exotic]
Yo, yo, yo I put it down now banging like surround sound,
I'm from the Queens narrow homies don't fuck around,
I blast tracks down like like he's next style,
Rock Crocodile but only if it's Mory Pal,
Straight from Norway to N.Y. City, where niggas get busy,
Tommy Tee tracks make you dizzy,
Straight blasting raps that's everlasting,
Great niggas ass up then put 'em in a caston,
Keep shit stepping us Queen nigga be repping,
My album done drop time to learn the lesson,
Been a long time coming but a nigga is here son,
Now it's time to blast off the game is mad soft,
Neek & Large Pro is coming like the red coast,
Blazing shit up from coast to coast,
Ain't a damn thing changed straight lyrics from the brain,
Sorta like cane but it's stronger than that,
And I'm all across the globe for the shit I rap,
Keep repping and if niggas is wack keep stepping,
Playing no games there's no time for that,

Chorus:
Truth gonna set you free If you don't stand for something you'll fall for
anything Truth gonna set you free It could set you free if you believe
I know that you know it's time to walk in the light You been blind for too long
Let truth give you back your sight Tell the devil, let him know that he's a lie
Don't let him stop you Tell him he gets no free
ride
Chorus
Don't ya wanna be,
don't ya wonna be free Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
RAP: Who, what, me Truth gonna set, gonna set your soul free You can take it
from Damita and you can take it from me God sets
you free, yo, free indeed And I'm deep like a frek 'cause I believe In the Way,
the Truth to the Life he's given the soul's the reflection of the way you're
living Freedom ringin' Truth id the path T Mac is back and I'm free at last