Mic check, never ever lose the respect of hip-hop. Roamin' the streets in the mecca. I don't suck and jive and I don't dilly-dally. I keep the crowd hyped and packed like Don Valley.
yee. drop that beat. we dont play. get back. Open the gate,dominate,pushing my own weight. Feelin vega omega was born in cassette tapes. In '88, hip-hop took control, back than when my girlfriend's name was nicole.
Yo, yo what the fuck? Yo, yo. . It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze. Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees. Please, give up the mic to MC's.
Positivity, that's my man. And to the one Godzilla understands. The deep, Cole got the beat. And to the one that fit, is for the street. And contents of the Pressure.
Feeling stuck, self-loathing, shoe gazing?. Pesky flies getting you down?. Try new supersonic flypaper. It's catchy and it's pop. . Flypaper, do it again, do it again.
Yo, uh uh uh uh uh. This is the mission out a small time thing. Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the phone went. I was chillin' at the crib with this girl named 'Wise'.
[Drake - Verse 1]. Thought Id never see the light of day. You can thank me later for the record. I dont even need it right away. I just really need it right away.
We move in numbers. Like shifting sand. But we're too eager. To understand. Cos we're not ready. We're too proud. . Now we're finding a different way.
[Drake Verse]. pay attention, its on. staring at my city lights through the plain window as I write this song. have faith, when I do it. I'ma do it bigger than they think.
FREAK. SOMEBODY TELL ME WHERE THE HELL I AM. NOT EVEN SURE IʼM IN THE RGHT DIMENSION. IʼM GETTIN LOST, IʼM GETTIN LOST. I DONʼT KNOW WHERE THE FUCK IʼM GOIN ANY MORE.
They rode. Those two hundred men. Narrow roads. Through this dark cold land. They burnt all villages. They raped and destroyed. Took gold, silber and coins.
Wisdom. . Funke, funke, funke. Funke, funke, funke.... . Funke funke wisdom. . Wisdom. . [ verse 1 ]. Money - the root of all evil. Follow the dollar, and where will it lead to?.
I got it I got it the note you gave me when you left. Still got it still got it lying exactly where you left it. My heart broke in two,. There was no super glue to mend it.
Flashes of Hope by O.H da Soul-Jah featuring Kobby Dope. . Intro: [O.H]. Yea, its O.H,. Flashes of hope. Kobby Dope. I'm going in... . Verse 1: [O.H].
Intro: [O.H]. Yea, its O.H,. Flashes of hope. Kobby Dope. I'm going in... . Verse 1: [O.H]. Hope you thought I never got a vision [guess]. But I've a mission, a big mission [yes].
(CHORUS): KOLLOSUS:. Man my jeans.. foreign. Man my whip.. foreign. Man my bitch.. foreign foreign foreign. Ima foreign typa nigga on some foreign typa shit..
I don't know what you goin' through lately. But you stressin' it and its drivin' me crazy. You won't even make love to me lately. Somebody told you they was havin' my baby.
Beaujolais et Chablis, Chteauneuf-du-Pape,. Freixenet, Merlot, Vin de Paille, Mdoc,. Chardonnay, Ctes-du-Rhne, Le Petit-Verdot,. Cabernet Sauvignon et le Bordeaux,.
Wenn ich ehrlich bin habe ich den Beruf. des Musikers nur gewhlt, weil im fernsehen Popstars den ganzen Tag von jungen Dingern Umgeben sind, die an ihnen.
We cannot wait much longer, we want happiness back. We want control of our bodies, everything we've lacked. I think I even liked it, if the feeling was mine.