This is Steve Lumbum from Big 9 News. And I'm here live at your local Stop & Shop. And if you're watching I advise to stay in your house and lock every door and window.
You. . I turn every corner like their after me. Dawning negativity. But I see, their master plan and I disagree, I disagree, I disagree. They want to take thee.
Fire up that loud. Another round of shots. . Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. .
Fire up that loud. Another round of shots. . Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. .
Fire up that loud. Another round of shots. . Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. Turn down for what?. .
(Yeah boy). Gilla House in the buildin' nigga. (DJ Kool, eh-he. You already. (Rrrah, rrrah). Aow. (Ten seconds). . They said I don't belong up in here and shit.
Oh what's up everybody this is rick james. Talib kweli, dj hi tek, reflection eternal. . We make the music that change your life. 'Bout to touch you just right.
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump. Like it's way crunk, yeah. Fake punks get they face lumped. Sent to the most high, by the most fit. You gotta do, fuck that almost shit.
Yo, we keep it type raw, and know exactly what we fight for. When the nightfall come, we in the right war. Cats who spill blood for a cause, not just because.
Sometimes I need ya. Sometimes I dont. Sometimes I take the time to have ya. Sometimes I wont.... See I'm just the kinda girl who, loves her space. But you always take it to heart when I pull away from your embrace.
It all seemed so idiotic, all the accusations of unpatriotic. The fall we'll always remember, capitulating silence. Election November before the winter of the long hot summer.
One Nation under God. has turned into One Nation. under the influence of one drug. . Television, the drug of the nation. Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation.
Funky, alright. . One time for your mind, two times for Mumia's saint crew. Three times for my Brooklyn dimes, seven times for pleasure. I don't trip, I don't trip, we don't trip, we don't trip.
Smooth. Smooth. Beyond the. Beyond the. Automatic, systematic. Automatic. Complex. Just ease it in. . The feeling's right. The music's tight. Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night.
It be Young Lloyd and Dem Franchize Boyz. We rippin' it hard in them old skool toyz. Got my top down and my trunk out noise. We turnin' heads now wen we turn em out.
Hell naw, they don't like that. Hell naw, they don't like that. Hell naw, they don't like that. Hell naw, they don't like that. Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch.
[Dame Dash + Parlae]. How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!). You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!). You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!).
I know you sayin' somethin', what?. I can't hear you. You talkin' 'bout nothin', what?. I can't hear you. . See you need to change the subject, what?.