If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all. - a one two, a check a one two. If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all.
Aceyalone (spoken):. Excuse me, sir. Whose microphone is this?. "I think it's that guy over there". This guy over here?. Excuse me, is this you're microphone?.
(Yeah...). (Feels good). . [Chorus]. There's moonlit skies in the middle of the night. It's so surreal but it don't seem right. Look into the light with all your might and sprite.
this is not a love ballad but it is a slow song. (?) tell you 'bout this girl i know well this girl i used to know. her name's. . makeba. makeba. sweet makeba.
[Chorus]. When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by. Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" -> Slick Rick. Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes.
Make-Make-Make-em-Make-em clap to this. To show our appreciation for your support. Make-Make-Make-em-Make-em clap to this. Thank you DJs. . Dilated!. Clap your hands!.
[Intro]. Pop a tab. Ya she lookin' back. Let me get at that. Pop a tab. Then she lookin' back. Let me get at that. . [Verse 1]. She said you always high.
[Intro: E-Snaps]. Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. Boyz. Aww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo. . [E-Snaps]. You doin' what you doin', let's get it. Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em.
[Hook:]. Lately I've been hearin' other people talkin' 'bout me. Hatin' on my name like I'm some joke. When I catch the nigga, slap the nigga with my pimphand.
Take it down now. I loved hard one but the love wasnt in return. I found out the man i die for he wasnt even concerned. Time will turn you tried to burn like a perm.
It's the mystery of Inequity. Said it's the misery of Inequity. Said it's the history of Inequity. When it all. All falls down. Telling you all. It all falls down.
Yeah, yeaaayh, yeah heh, yeah heh, yeah heh.... See the road to hell, is paved with good intentions. Can't you tell, the way they have to mention. Have they helped you out, you're such a hopeless victim.
Chorus: Malik Yusef. . Crooked cops is killin' niggas like they lost they mind. If I say that black life matter it might cost me mine. Old folks say they still gon' pray for me, that's awfully kind.
Mir war von Anfang an klar. Möchtest Du hier überleben. Musst Du besser als der Rest sein es kann nur einen geben. Meine Chancen standen bei eins zu einer Million.
Das ist mein Block, mein Haus, mein Viertel. Mein Block, meine Straße, mein Viertel. . Meine Wohnung ist im ersten Stock. In dem Block mit der Schneiderei im Erdgeschoss.
Chorus. Fifty ? Fifty, gut ? böse, ja ? nein, an ? aus,. Kopf oder Zahl, Mann oder Maus. >Ich spiel mal Loser mal Gewinner,mal spiel ich den Normalen und dann den Spinner,.
Ich bin in der Muffathalle, so wie jeden Donnerstag, und seh' ein. Mädchen, sie hat'nen perfekten Körperbau und trägt eines dieser. Knappen Kleider, die ich besonders mag, und seit dem Augenblick.