Stakes Is High
De La Soul lyrics
De La Soul lyrics
"Supa Emcees Lyrics"
You Can't Pimp Me(feat. Peter The Disciple Lyrics
[Pastor Troy talking] Pimp shit Yeah pimp shit, nigga Wassup baby Ken? Like this hea All my niggaz mayn A yo, all the real boss playa A yo, this real ATL playa style A yo, you can't pimp a pimp playa [Verse 1] Niggaz is trippin, my shoes is
[Pastor Troy talking] Pimp shit Yeah pimp shit, nigga Wassup baby Ken? Like this hea All my niggaz mayn A yo, all the real boss playa A yo, this real ATL playa style A yo, you can't pimp a pimp playa [Verse 1] Niggaz is trippin, my shoes is
Chorus: (Slick Rick sample from MC Ricky D and Doug E. Fresh's
"La Di Da Di")
Hey whatever happened to the *emcees*
Times done changed for the *emcees*
Every woman and man wanna *emcee*
But for what I tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you!
Hey whatever happened to the *emcees*
Times done changed for the *emcees*
Every woman and man wanna *emcee*
But for what I tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you!
Verse One: Dove
Man I'm on the set like the flicks so let your parents flash
A splash bigger than whales, I'm makin monsters mas
Face from a Window Lyrics
( RE Broughton ) A five years old child is playing beads with a thinker. Beads with a thinker-if you please. The minister of data feels like getting high. Looks down on you people thru' the holes in both his eyes-outside. A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger.
h ( RE Broughton ) A five years old child is playing beads with a thinker. Beads with a thinker-if you please. The minister of data feels like getting high. Looks down on you people thru' the holes in both his eyes-outside. A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger.
Spit Pinnochio's Theory when shit be looking weary
I need rest, but I boogie for now, I'm on some mess
like the best mics respond to me
Living days, like dreams of specializing in the art that pays
I be a mystic for life, so check my ID number
Emcees be kneading/needing dough while I make bread like Wonder
Yes, that's what you heard, so save that acting for the screen
See you can can that manager with the beans
I bust emcees like lies surprise em out the box
Put away the soda pops I'd rather rub on the rocks
A dime-getter tried to get wha
Michael Jackson Lyrics
What are you gonna do?" "I'm gonna record all the noise." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, you know, actually, right here in this neighborhood, we don't have a heck of a lot of noise.... (No, we don't either.) Um, because uh, well, you know, there's, the big city isn't around he
t I got, for what? What are you gonna do?" "I'm gonna record all the noise." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, you know, actually, right here in this neighborhood, we don't have a heck of a lot of noise.... (No, we don't either.) Um, because uh, well, you know, there's, the big city isn't around he
I guess Southern folks cash makes the lovin come fast
But I'm past alla that, it's time to break with the breeze
Get to your knees, here comes the Supa Emcees
Chorus
Verse Two: Pos
Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the glitches
Yo I'm dark like Wesley, but I be sparkin more bitches
and to them my constellation put your lives in jep
While you others represent, I present my rep
Cause when it comes to making dents, I'm that main in print
Even smoked from blunts which give eyes the reddish tint
Could not pr
Balm In Gilead Lyrics
Balm in Gilead Karen Clark Sheard Verse 1 There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead (choir) There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in
event, YOU from seeing I'm the light Balm in Gilead Karen Clark Sheard Verse 1 There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead (choir) There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in
but bring attention to my words like some ads in tights
I heard you want to fight me, with your words on stage
So Mase pulls that instrumental from the jam YOU made
And as he starts cutting what you sold, I'll talk all over your tones
as if my name was Pete Rock or Sean "Puffy" Combs
Send your tattered ass home, with celly phones I roam
with my fleet, here to make this rap game complete
While you live fables, unstable, acting very radical
Projecting like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal
Chorus