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Mobb Deep

Genres: Hip-Hop

Bulworth Lyrics - Mobb Deep

[prodigy] 

Aiyyo, wordup dunn 

Man you know how I feel 

Gotta be more to it than this, word up 

 

*doing an impression of scarface* 

This what it's all about dunn? uh? 

Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (can't understand) 

 

Whattup, I don't know baby 

Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up 

I'm tellin you right now 

I know this shit though, aiyyo 

 

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Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to 

Absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me 

Take a few to give me a edge 

My green light shine bright, kryptonite type 

Fully operational, my physical cream 

Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine 

Popped it inside the ar-15 

Put it aside, round up the regime 

While you rely on religion, I hold a nine 

On the mission, to pull fire on your opposition 

Revelation was the vision of this 

Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit 

My story goes back to them lost pyramids 

I'm seeing things that you won't believe exists 

He use a lunar-tick, suspended in time dunn 

The secondary light got your mind 

You rock the fatigues, to squab until ? popular? guns 

But are you really prepared, for the things to come? 

 

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[krs-one] 

Check it out 

True underground sound from the boogie down 

Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces 

Calling out these racists, at rolling stone 

Spin details and other places, krs is the source 

Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course 

You'll print about black mayors, black senators 

Why you ain't got no black editors? 

Everytime I do an interview in rolling stone 

They sendin me a writer that look like he's home alone 

Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone 

This has got to stop -- your whole spot 

Is blown sky high, battle why try? 

My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye 

You don't understand, why you're publically banned 

Until you recognize the writing skills of a black man 

Black editor, all of us ain't thuggin 

Gossiping over who's homosexual 

Some of us are black intellectuals, up in harlem world 

You can't get with me, so now in midtown 

You wanna stop and talk to me? 

Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication? 

Look I'm burnin this 

 

[method man] 

How many didn't want to see it happen 

Street moves, live from staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin 

Hate to see a brother do good through legal action 

So you sabotage and throw a def in the squad 

Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin 

These dark soul assassins, jake's hate the gods with a passion 

So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion 

Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory 

Y'all niggaz don't hear me, generation next 

Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet 

By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me 

Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie 

Is reality the truth, the whole truth and 

Nothin but the truth, taste is the proof 

These niggaz want the juice, and in the crossfire 

Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot 

 

[kam] 

What kind of party is this, it's that political kind 

Where america's best, most hypocritical minds 

Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind 

And for the right dollar sign, do white collar crime 

Behind suits, and clean shaves 

I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves 

Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations -- 

I robs the damn nation 

So I can live in luxury, you fucks with me 

You marryin the dirt and i'ma throw in the tux for free 

I tell the people what they wanna hear 

I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year 

So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin 

And start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin 

I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks 

That's my style, my pol-i-tricks 

Triple-six convicts, lyin is automatic 

In the government, republican or democratic 

Fuck freedom, justice and equality 

Nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy 

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