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Name
02:10
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Juicy
04:27
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It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape pop
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter plays toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
And if you don't know, now you know
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3. |
Ladder To The Sky
04:17
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Typical of me to want to try
You chipped away at me until my bravery ran dry
But that's alright
I'm using it again tomorrow night
And I can see through all the clouds you painted high
And I will try to build my ladder to the sky
Yesterday we found out that you lied
Today you're gone and life goes on
Tomorrow we'll decide if that's alright
But I won't see you on the other side
And I would do it all again to change your mind
I will try to build my ladder to the sky
And I will take you in my heart if I can find
Another way to build my ladder to the sky
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4. |
23 Tomorrow
02:55
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I think I know what hell is
Hell is knowing that your lungs are still going
When we're in the same house and you can't feel my love
We think so much
That we don't mention
But I still cannot chew the fat or shoot the shit
Do you still feel my love?
I think so much
Do you do the same for me
And try to read my mind?
I want to be yours
But life keeps on passing me by
Like I do to you, it's true
I think you know
I love you, friend, I need
And if you can get past
My bad communication
Do you still want my love?
I want to name you all
The few who've seen me
And cared for my needs
Like they were your own
I'm about to turn twenty-three
I think so much
Do you do the same for me
And try to read my mind?
I want to be yours
But life keeps on passing me by
Like I do to you, it's true
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5. |
Gossip Folks
04:25
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Yo, yo move out of the way
We got Missy Elliott coming through
Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight
Girl I heard she eat one cracker a day
What?! Well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way
[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
When I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying these hoes
Need to talk what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job just hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like toast
Muthafuckas adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Iffy kiffy izzy oh
[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
When I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these curbs
Skuur, did ya heard?
I love em, my feathers, my furs
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying fuck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums, bassm high hats
I need my snare, strings, horns
Yes, I need my tim, sound
Right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here
I don't go out my house shorty
You just waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
Just wanna see who I am fucking or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Yeah, uh huh, okay
Once upon a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any mind
No one gave a shit
Knowing he could rap
No one lifted a hands
So he went about his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand sold
Seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone
Three years later
Stepped out the swamp
With ten and a half gators
Now all around the world on the microphone
He leave the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Still riding chrome
Got bitches in the kitchen
Never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your mind
And respect you'll give me
Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy
Have to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not a tumor
Get up on my lap and keep my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite
Hard to the core
Core to the rotten
Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton
I'm a man
Yes I am
And I can't help but love you so
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do?
We should go get her album when it comes out
There she go, there she go, there she
Heeeey Misssy
[Missy]
Hi Missy?
What's up fools?
You think I ain't knowin y'all broke, Milli Vanilli
J.J. Fad wannabes ain't over here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!
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6. |
Long Cruel Day
04:28
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Crawling ivy, she climbed me
This body of stone
Will crumble and die slowly
So green and so silent
Gripped 'round the throat
I'm hoping to choke quickly
And we were there
When nature adorned you
And I would adore you
Was a long cruel day
The leaves in your dress
Gentle duress
All turns brown
All falls down
Here at the end of a long cruel day
In the hush of the morning
The blackbirds will sigh
For all that is I, I
In the earth lies a polaroid picture
The Earth was a child, laughing
And we were there
When nature adorned you
And I would adore you
Was a long cruel day
The leaves in your dress
Gentle duress
All turns brown
All falls down
Here at the end of a long cruel day
Long cruel day
The sun lights this island in peculiar ways
Long cruel day
Angels and vultures look almost the same
In the eyes of the prey
And we were there
When nature adorned you
And I would adore you
Was a long cruel day
The leaves in your dress
Gentle duress
All turns brown
All falls down
Here at the end of a long cruel day
Of a long cruel day
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7. |
Theme For Something
02:50
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8. |
Mathematics
04:31
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Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
Ha hah
You know the deal
It's just me, dog
Yo, check it
One for Charlie Hustle
Two for Steady Rock
Three for the forthcoming live future shock
It's five dimensions
Six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell
Eight million stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keeping orbit
With the probable tenth
The universe expands length
The body of my text posess extra strength
Power-liftin powerless up out of this towerin' inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip hop past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Working class Paul better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
But you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now?
Killing fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a numbers game but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits ever see my pockets like
Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
Spent on national defence but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
So they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess Michael Jackson was right: "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat, black, cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggas, large niggas, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facing life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin' motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's mathematics
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9. |
Fuse
01:14
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10. |
Fistful O' Dynamite
02:23
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[Verse 1: Moonlet]
Cold war in the heart of your family home
Have I lost control?
Got a lot of shit bottled up that I can'y take anymore
In on the ground floor when I promised you that we were forever
We were in this together
Well I never told you anything that I ever meant
When I told you you were heaven sent
What I left out was the poison in the pen
The sentiment was cruel
A fool in love to me will always and forever be a fool
Chorus:
Such futile plans
Just holding hands
And I can't understand you
(Love lost by the dying of the firelight)
Misguided hearts
So far apart
And I can't understand you
(Scorched earth and a fistful o' dynamite)
[Verse 2: Moonlet]
Drawn lines but the blood ties tight
So tell me, darlin', tell me
How are the weans
They alright?
Well, one in a million, billiion, trillion stories have a happy end
To a better one, my friend
On whom my life depends
I'll say I'm sick of living in the gloom
In a room without a view
I'll say I'm feeling blue
This all means nothing without you
I love you, can't you see?
I wish you'd come back to me
I'll tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
Chorus:
Such futile plans
Just holding hands
And I can't understand you
(Love lost by the dying of the firelight)
Misguided hearts
So far apart
And I can't understand you
(Scorched earth and a fistful o' dynamite)
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11. |
Darooma
02:06
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Darooma
Darooma
Darooma
Darooma
I'm gonna kiss you
When I get all my ducks in a row
Darooma
Darooma
Darooma
Darooma
It's not complicated
You know that, don't you?
Look at me
Darooma
Darooma
Darooma
Darooma
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Like a limp paper bag
I lay down next to you
Is this just what we do
Pass it on to somebody new
I got carried away
There's a first time for everything
Maybe they've stolen our fire
And passed it on to somebody new
It didn't happen 'til now
Been under spells all of my life
So I can tell
These different colours we choose
They make me look like somebody new
I started out with the best intentions
And now it's easier to offer myself
I started losing my best intentions
But now it's easier to offer myself
And now it's easier to offer myself
Like the island we need
I stayed harboured to you
It's the least I could do
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Roger Heathers England, UK
Multi-instrumentalist songwriter and producer
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