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DJ Tomekk - Ich lebe für Hip Hop feat. GZA, Curse & Prodigal Sunn

Ich lebe für Hip Hop (...HIP HOP...) "Don't stop" 
Ich lebe für Hip Hop (...DON'T STOP) "...Hip Hop" 

Ich lebe für Hip Hop (...HIP HOP...) "Don't stop" 
Ich lebe für Hip Hop (...DON'T STOP) "...Hip Hop" 

Wu-Tang and Graffiti on the wall in Berlin 
Clash of the two called the dangerous whirlwind 
Rap flow through a life wire, work for hire, 
drip plier, put the stronghold on strict attire 
Now we multiplied our stength on a worldwide note 
thru compact disk, televise live quotes 
Clear my throat with the green bought from bulldog 
Thick smog, my memory kept it on log 
Flyin' thru space like a comet, with DJ Tomekk 
Makin' y'all drunk niggaz vomit 
Sling it to the Hip Hop junkie 
>from country to country 
Mic cord swingin' like monkeys 


Yo, Ich rap so optisch, nicht mal Kino kann das 
Denn viele Fronters sind außen Hahn und innen Puss' wie Lilo Wanders 
Ich hab n' Maul, das sich an Mikros anpasst 
Mach meine Schnippen, dicke Titten, große Augen wie in vielen Mangas 
Lass mich gehen auch ohne Riesenanlass 
Steh auf die Frauen Sri Lankas, auch gerne Tangas, doch am liebsten 
Bleib in harten Zeiten ziemlich standhaft 
Ihr könnt dissen so viel ihr wollt, doch müsst wissen da bin ich fies 
Chill bei Stieber Twins mit Beatz im Anschlag 
Curse ist der Typ der nach'm Bad fragt und mit Edding deine Fließen anmalt 
Deine Tochter in Gesangskabinen langmacht 
auf Grund der sweeten Art noch immer angesagt bei Schwiegermamas 
Der vieles anfasst was viele anmacht, der viele brandnarbt 
Der vielmehr Verstand hat als Kies auf Bank hat 
Der für die Philly Blunt Arzt friedlich ansagt 
Das du n' vollkorrekter Chah bist 
Nee ehrlich, aber mein Stil ist Standard 
Und bis die Muke mir Devisen reinkarrt 
Steh ich wie Pik 7 bei Burger King für Pommes auch bei Riesenandrang 
Und wenn ein dieser Mann an Mikros rankann 
Geht das Licht aus für alle anderen MC's, mann 
Yo, peace dann 


Prodigal Sunn: 
Up across break Germany, puff a burgundy brown blocks 
Kid, we shine from the Apple that rise the battle rock 
Mechanical shots, shatter thru a panel of cops 
Spread 'em with bates, shell born puncture the face 
Chemical gas, we rock from the digital DAT 
Material, stereo, universal on wax 
Flooded with blacks, I roll with a team with bats 
Brooklyn cats, my brothers from the Island of Stat' 
Livin Hip-Hop, Wu-Tang Clan, the Sun of Man 
We won't stop, the Amsterdam green weed crops 
Machinery pops, blood on the scenery, hot 
Hip-Hop son, we live for the share in the drop 

Luxus Chris: 
Yes yes yall, eyo mein Flow beim Pissen erdacht, Wissen ist Macht 
Was mich an Deutschland ankotzt 
wenn jeder Spast aus Rap ne Wissenschaft macht 
Hart wenn dein Papst nach nem harten Tag 
und Herzinfarkt im Straßengraben lag aber nicht wieder erwacht 
Wahre Feinde dissen dich wenigstens öffentlich 
Falsche Freunde öffnen dich und ziehen dich ab 
Doch wir planen am Tag, intervenieren bei Nacht 
Rasieren deinen Scheißarsch, desinfizieren mit Schnaps manchmal 
Läuft's anders rum wie'n Rasenmäher mit Phasendreher 
Wenn die zwei Dicken rappen sind auf deinem Jam garantiert die Toiletten 
Was, ihr wollt mit Stieber Twins zweimal im Doppelbett, platonisch, ohne 
Für dich ist Hip Hop bloß n' Modegag 
Bist doch bloß am Set weil in dei'm Projekt Kohle steckt 
Ich bin der, der Texte schreibt, mein Bruder der der Noten setzt 
Und zwischen Heidelberg und Minden geben wir zwei Bodenblech 
Zuviel Alkohol im Arsch 
Klar, schon sitzt man im Idiotentest 

(Refrain: 2x) 

Outro: CROWD 

Raekwon - Wu Ooh feat. Ghostface Killah & Method Man

[Intro: Raekwon]
Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah
Maintaining, maintaining, you know?
You good, right? Everything proper, still, right?
Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man?
Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on

[Chorus: Method Man]
Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in
All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin
Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do
Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu

You know how to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags
Ski masks is on, g-rags
Nigga try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass
You'll learn respect, burst when I ask
Rhyme master busy, Rizzy on the subject
Love Deck, thug buried, drug vest, snub sets, killing the most
Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three boats
Realers is killa, gangsta feel notes
Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information
Vivid vacation, deliberation moments
Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything
Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome
Maxed out, Amex style, my team brand bandits
Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby
Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit
Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it


[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill
They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up
Niggas get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef
So watch how the kid turn it up
Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clarkers and busters
Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus
Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work
The trey eight'll blow one of your doujas
When it's mad, he the mad calm, walk around
Gold collect, 36, so before G bomb
My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung
Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong
Forensic file, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bales
Laying niggas like ceramic tile
I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile
Laying niggas in the nuts, nigga, damn I'm foul


[Method Man]
We blow money, got game, hold it, we pop things
Vote for money, crams in my pocket, Chef cook for me
Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble
I'm a good dude, don't short change me, seen as a hood dude
Beer drinkin', Cuban Linking, new way of thinking
God me thinking up, break the handcuffs, run out the precint
This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock
Then let these niggas go off top
We rock fitted, dropkick it, I lived it and not quit it
I'm pinching, my pops lift it, need business, I'm not finished
I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken
I'm shitting the glow, spitting, if nigga don't stop snitching
Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing
And two divas wit they tops missing
Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be
But I don't want my children to be


Pe mine mă calmează negativul... Încerc să mă mint că ascultă cineva ceva de-aici. Dacă tot ai intrat, aruncă un ochi. Nu pentru mine, pentru Wu.

Throw ya W's up!

"La mulţi ani, bă!" Reloaded

La mulţi ani, bă!

Din moment ce nimeni nu se sinchiseşte să-ţi prindă un şobolan, să-i pună o fundiţă şi să ţi-l ofere cadou, să-ţi tragă un zâmbet de îngeraş tâmpit, să-ţi trimită un spyware cu "îmi place manelele", să-ţi scrie pe uşă "Rareş + bere = LOVE", să te înjure de mamă sau să-ţi cumpere un pachet de Orbit că-ţi pute gura rău azi, intră în fişa postului meu să-ţi ofer un cadou. Ştiu c-o să-ţi placă.

Yo! It's the burial ground sound, Dunn! 
It's real out here
Staten Island puttin chills in y'all niggaz
Forever in it.. yo

My devastatin hot '97 Mentality
Keep me on point for my four-digit salary
Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie
I'm soon to be seen, on the TV screen
Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen
Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council
Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil
Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin
Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission
Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze
Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze
Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad
Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage
If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers 
My word of mouth it's all real wigs might peel
Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage
Twenty-four diamond government named God
Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill
Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin large
Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down
AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound 
Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun
Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground
Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin
Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin
Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin
Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel
Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real
Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores
That's my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours
Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne
Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand
Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin
Defy interactive project Children of the Corn
Gats and my man keep em bustin till he's gone
Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn
'Donna come through everyday my uniform
changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches
Crackhead niggaz get stitches
So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid
Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid
Form another pyramid, look how we slid
All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic
on a twenty dollar bill all in it together
You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean?

To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
[repeat 2X]


To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution


To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution


To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution

Wu-Tang Clan - Da Mystery of Chessboxin'

[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move
Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible

[Verse One: U-God]
Raw I'm gonna give it to you, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]
Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
is coming through with nuff niggas and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweating, stressing, contesting
you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggas are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver driving, there's no surviving

[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]
Rough like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and you're the Landcruisers out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
Black axe, drug dealing styles in phat stacks
I've only been a good nigga for a minute though
'cause I got to get my props, and win it, yo!
I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth
lampin in a Lexus eating beef
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill niggas fathers

[Chorus: Method Man]
My peoples are you with me, where you at?
In the front, in the back killer-bees on attack
my people are you with me, where you at?
Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats

[Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Here I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get this low...
I'm cherry bombing shits... BOOM
Just warming up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappinin is what's happening
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clapping and
At the party when I move my body
Gotta get up, and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff tough
rough, kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes
coming raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop store
Coming to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Hoe getting low with his flow
Introducing, the Ghost..face.. Killer!!
No one could get iller


[Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]
Speaking of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and you're I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kicking that fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat
and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your eight plus one, start flipping and tripping
Niggas is jetting I'm licking off son

(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!)

[Verse Six: Masta Killa]
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at you
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede



Din moment ce tot mai mulţi cred că mă impresionează (şi aici urmează să zică un Pulă-Bleagă că nu încearcă să ma impresioneze) dând commenturi cu anonymous, dacă vreţi să spuneţi ceva, lăsaţi nume, blog sau ceva din care să rezulte că vă cunosc. Dacă nu vă cunosc, lăsaţi adresa blogului. Fără excepţii (cu excepţia don'şoarei kr!s, careia "nu-i merge" aşa şi vrea să facă pe misterioasa).


CunninLynguists - Old School

Before R. Kelly had his teens, Wu-Tang had their C.R.E.A.M
Slick Rick had his rings, crack rock had it's fiends
Martin Luther had his dreams, Stevie Wonder could sing
or Elvis was king, Hip-Hop was on the scene

Nah meeeeen, go back like Hitchcocks' hairline
Taught Fred Estaire how to pop lock in my spare time
I caught a ride on Noah's Ark, 'cause I had a pair of Puma's
and two chickens on my arm

[Deacon the Villain]
That's true... and when I came through
noticed Noah was first to "check 1, check 2"

Guess who rescued Rapunzel
climbing up her gold weave, then made her braid her hair like Alicia Keys

Before EPMD met golddiggers fuckin' for VISAs
I was the first to pimp Jezebel and Mona Lisa
and made 'em famous way before Eminem could flow
Even ran trizz with JFK on Marilyn Monroe...Oh

[Chorus] - scratching
"Blow the spot with some old school shit" - Rah Digga on Talib Kweli's "Down For The Count"
"I'm so old school"- Jay-Z off of "Jigga That Nigga"
"I'm old school like my dad is"- J-Ro on De La Soul's "My Writes"
"True, that's old school"- Mos Def on BlackStarr's "Very Well"
"I'll bust that old school boom bap all over this map"- Declaime on Lootpacks's "Episodes" (x2)
"From the old school I consider loyally true"

I'm so old school I was at the Last Supper serving soulfood
And Arroz con Pollo', but I bet you had no clue
That pilgrims were the first to name women after produce
And that was the first Road Rules without toll booths
Even when Adam and Eve sat by the weed tree
I told Eve, "Please don't let him touch my weed leaves."
But after I showed him Cypress Hill, he loved fire
Then Eve left and became the first lady of Ruff Riders

[Deacon the Villain]
Had a horse carraige, sittin' on dubs, coastin'
Smacked the thouroughbred in the ass and hit the 3-wheel motion
Since a Frank and Jesse James shoot-out in the street
Had a scoundrel c-walkin', shootin' bullets at his feet

I had Michalangelo put down the horsehair brushes
Started doing end to end burners on buses
Trust this, put King Midas' touch to use
He grabbed my bead necklace now I'm rockin truck jewels!

[Deacon the Villain]
When lightin' struck Ben Frank's kite and sent currents through
He was the first to electric boogaloo
The wop, robot and helicopter on the pavement
And in amazement, he was even Harlem-Shakin'

[Chorus] - scratching
"Blow the spot with some old school shit" - Rah Digga on Talib Kweli's "Down For The Count"
"I'm so old school"- Jay-Z off of "Jigga That Nigga"
"I'm old school like my dad is"- J-Ro on De La Soul's "My Writes"
"True, that's old school"- Mos Def on BlackStarr's "Very Well"
"I'll bust that old school boom bap all over this map"- Declaime on Lootpacks's "Episodes" (x2)
"From the old school I consider loyally true"- Big Pun off of "You Came Up"

[Deacon the Villain]
Transsylvania was flossed out... but the facts have changed
Like, me selling Dracula some platinum caps for his fangs
Throwing daisy dukes upon that Mary Magdeline dame
And she ran game, tricked me up out my platinum chain

I had American Indians sending smoke signals with hydro
Giving villages contact matching blunts with Tonto
Spellin S.O.S. with my eyes closed
Even battled Henry the Eighth with my rhyme flow
and made his wives my hoes

I told Jesus that GZA said sandles were feminine
So he copped some shelltoes and suede Timberlands
Remember when KRS ripped Shan? Do ya homework
That was Amadeus playing the "Bridge Is Over"!

Moses parted two tables with a mixer and played great
With his DJ crates. Before him, we played tapes
I sipped fine wine with Einstein back in the days
MC Square was his stage name and he rocked gray braids

[Deacon the Villain]
That was before we could sit and play, Kid N Play
Or Nefertiti rocked the first flat-top fade
but anyway... flip through ya history books
you'll see about a million pictures of these infamous crooks

"Old School"

Care recunoaşte toate aluziile primeşte o prăjitură.

Nas - If I Ruled The World (feat. Lauryn Hill)

[Intro: Nas (Lauryn Hill singing in the background)]

Life..... I wonder....
Will it take me under.... I don't know

[Verse One: Nas]

Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassing
Imagine going to court with no trial
Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters
No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters
Days are shorter, nights are colder
Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
The world's hot my son got knocked evidentaly
It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually
Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge
of coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars
Imagine everybody flashing, fashion
Designer clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues
Your people holding dough, no parole
No rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers
Just some thoughts for the mind
I take a glimpse into time
watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine"

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas]

If I ruled the world
Imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby
Black diamonds and pearls
Could it be, if you could
be mine, we'd both shine
If I ruled the world
Still living for today, in
these last days and times

[Verse Two: Nas]

The way to be, paradise like relaxing black, latino and anglo-saxon
Armani exchange the reins
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path
The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better living, type of place to raise kids in
Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul
But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seeing things like I was controlling, click rolling
Tricking six digits on kicks and still holding
Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisoner set free, stress free
No work release purple M3's and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse themes to Willies
It sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown
I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas]

If I ruled the world
Imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby
Black diamonds and pearls
Could it be, if you could
be mine, we'd both shine
If I ruled the world
Still living for today, in
these last days and times

And then we'll walk right up to the sun
Hand in hand
We'll walk right up to the sun
We won't land
We'll walk right up to the sun
Hand in hand
We'll walk right up to the sun
We won't land

[Verse Three: Nas]

You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry
Duck down in car seats, heat's mandatory
Running from Jake, gettin chased, hunger for papes
These are the breaks many mistakes go down out of state
Wait, I had to let it marinate we carry weight
Trying to get laced, flip the ace stack the safe
Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camera
Making moves in Atlanta, back and forth scrambler
Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich
Still nobody want a nigga having shit
If I ruled the world and everything in it, sky's the limit
I push a Q-45 Infinit
It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or B Felonies
Strictly living longevity to the destiny
I thought I'd never see but reality struck
Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck??

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas]

If I ruled the world
Imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love em em baby
Black diamonds and pearls
Could it be, if you could
be mine, we'd both shine
If I ruled the world
Still living for today, in
these last days and times

If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled
Imagine that
I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled
I love em love em baby
Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds
Could it be, if you could
black diamonds
be mine, we'd both shine
If I ruled the world
Still living for today, in
these last days and times

If I ruled the world, if I ruled
if I ruled, I'd free all my sons
black diamonds, I love em love em baby
Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled
If I ruled the world

If I ruled the world
I love em love em baby!!

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1.16% andreea esca goala 
1.16% bebelusaroxana 
1.16% lasa coniacul sa 
1.16% survival necklace 
1.16% cum e sa futi in gura 
1.16% cum sa ai talie 
1.16% ca un zeppelin trecand peste stepe de tepe 
1.16% gani myspace 
1.16% racla 
1.16% mi se bate spranceana stanga 
1.16% dana rogoz filmata facand sex 
1.16% o a ne amintim la o tigara cumicu 
1.16% raku - p'astea trag 


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Eminem - Sing for The Moment (feat. Joe Perry and Steven Tyler of Aerosmith)

[Verse #1] 
These ideas are nightmares for white parents 
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings 
Like whatever they say has no bearing 
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing 
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring 
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care 
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out 
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out 
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out 
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out 
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back 
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap 
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap 
His step-father hit him so he socked him back 
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home 
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go 
Come on... 

Sing with me, sing for the year 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear 
Sing with me,just for today 
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away 

[Verse #2] 
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters 
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum 
Only you're unholy, only have one homey 
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me 
But everybody just feels like they can relate 
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great 
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate 
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make 
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum 
Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen? 
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' 
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass 
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you 
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to 
To get their hands on every dime you have 
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad 
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon 
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns 
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me 
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly 
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously 
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me 
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me 
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete 
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal, 
How the fuck can i raise a little girl? 
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to 
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! 


[Verse #3] 
They say music can alter moods and talk to you 
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? 
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude 
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued 
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols 
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool 
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves 
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales 
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self 
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail 
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' 
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted 
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing 
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine 
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long 
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs 
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives 
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die 
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe 
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes 
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it 
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden 
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone 
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs 
And we can 


[Chorus Without Beat]