Statik Selektah – But You Don’t Hear Me Tho (feat. The Lox & Mtume)

[Intro]
I’ve never told (ay man, the language brother)
Motherfucker, this ain’t back in the day
Statik what up?
LOX in this joint
This ain’t back in the day
Yeah
Mother–, mother–
Motherfucker, this ain’t back in the day
This ain’t back in the day
Back, back in the day

[Chorus: Mtume]
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Bumping that Statik with the automatic on my hip
Blue whip, Navy paper plane, no, I ain’t a crip
We used to have the hallway fired up, smoking reefer
Yeah I went to school but KRS was the teacher (Boogie Down Productions)
And Abel had to hustle hard to get fresh for easter
Instead of celebrating Christ, I hit the noose twice
And fucked some lil’ bitch on the steps
I do reps with these new rappers, it’s cool though
The UFC, I’m still Judos
They high right now, I’m like kudos
But fuck that
Yo, I like that new money, shit done changed on the block
So I don’t reminisce even though I love Pete Rock
I give you bars, no microwave rap
Take it down South, but it’s gon’ be my version of trap
Dondon, the god, money is long
I can’t judge an artist off one song, but you don’t hear me though

[Chorus: Mtume]
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though

[Verse 2: Styles P]
This ain’t back in the days
If it was the niggas sound different and give you a pound different
I don’t hate the trap but give me that boom bap
Yeah the 808 eating at the beats through the [?]
Told the owner Sal, veggies [?]
I used to freestyle for [?] for a bottle of [?]
No MTA cards, hop and it turns out
Catch the train on ’em
Get your ass whooped you brought the pain home
The days when you knocked on your man’s door
Yelled at the window so he could come outside
Drink a 40 like weed and y’all go and knock the grams off
Had to have hands or your shit was getting ran, dawg
[?]
45 [?] that was 10, yo
Thank God for this rap shit, clearly though
Back in the days it was real, but you don’t hear it though

[Chorus: Mtume]
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Niggas ‘cross town tryin’ to bomb me, I had the certified on me
‘Fore I knew it was foul, the [?]
Caught you doing some bullshit, they tell your mami
When loser draw, gotta go out if a nigga try me
When Jinny hooked up with Lionel, I had the Sugarhill vinyl
Before crack hit, it was just winos
Ride to [?] with no shooting
When nigga’s pops was hooping, heavy prostitution
Pirate radio was viciously on deck
Staying up late night with the tissue and the cassette
Hip hop is everything I got
Around this time, I was hooked on the King of Rock
I just wanna rap, I’ma go give this thing a shot
Looking back, I done never thought that this thing’ll pop
Nah, right now I’m proud to be a part of the family
And you standing there just looking at me
But you don’t hear me though

[Chorus: Mtume]
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though

[Outro]
Motherfucker, this ain’t back in the day
This ain’t back in the day
Mother–, mother–
Motherfucker, this ain’t back in the day
This ain’t back in the day
Back, back in the day
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though

KRS-One – Freedom Lyrics

[Intro: KRS-One]
Feel this, a new experience
And your approach to the lyrics
To the beats and the rhymes
KRS

[Verse 1: KRS-One]
After 19 years of rocking, how do you rank me?
Poorly or greatly? I’m no Johnny-Come-Lately
It’s the people that pays me
G-O-D is what raised me
To think that you could blaze me, you must be more than crazy
Radio is Fugazi, XM satellite plays me
Criticism don’t faze me, being rich don’t amaze me
These princely rappers, they gettin’ parked like Paisley
I’m two times the effects like Scoop and Crazy Drazy
I know that no man out there could save me
So I save myself with knowledge of self and [?] that God gave me
No coulda shoulda or maybe
I’m in 2024 with the adult version of your baby
The path of life is so wavy, you can not be lazy
Or mindless like a ship sailing eternal gravy
Through hip-hop we speak so plainly
So let’s unite and sail through life as a navy

[Hook: Dax & (Triune)]
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
Another day (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
The only way (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)

[Verse 2: KRS-One]
All these people looking at me
Walking with me, staring at me
This is how we work, flash film glaring at me
Little children very happy, I’m signing books CDs
Now I’m signing t-shirts, and yeah my hair stay nappy
Living giving advice on living your life
Oh no, you don’t have to be stopped
I’m talking walking working
Inserting energy for certain, not an average person
Temple of hip-hop to hold the over boulder
Money folder for soldier, big up Tony Toker
I don’t bridge or poker, not a sauna soaker but come on over
Let’s make a plan to get free as we can
Cruisin’ the span of this land [?] in a new range rover
Get out the city my friend, they have no pity my friend
The way we treat each other is silly, my friend
When you consider the millions of men and women and children
We gotta raise the quality of living

[Hook: Dax & (Triune)]
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
Another day (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
The only way (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)

[Verse 3: Ishues]
Music don’t make me, I make it then make it
Make sense, don’t it?
And if it don’t, you should spend some more contemplation on it
Moments of time spent honing my rhymes
Sent from only the divine, my purpose is mine
And mine alone to define despite your prospective vision
Or skeptic criticism or messed-up definition
I’m a servant of God, don’t ever mistake it
And your fate for all that faking, you can never escape it
I’m faceless and raceless, my message is ageless
I’m within all faces the same like with hatred
The Matrix was fake but how they make it so tight?
It’s a Mahalia Jackson, imitations of life

[Hook: Dax & (Triune)]
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
Another day (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)
It’s just another day for me (beats rhymes living a life)
The only way (in these times it’s gotta be life)
[?] freedom (yeah, living)

Royce Da 5’9″ – Magnolia (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Verse 1]
Every rapper claims that he never stood for disrespect
He got disrespected in the hood and he just set
When I bought my white Corvette it touched my mother’s heart
When I stepped on the pedal to pipes turned to Bubba Sparxxx
Called Delano up, turned the rally stripes to fucking art
Then introduced my son to Teyana Taylor at Rucker Park
Look, fag, this BE4, I don’t have no E-G-O
You don’t want no static eh, y’all should have your TV low
Y’all the fakes, these are the breaks, y’all the cast of CB4
Am I an underground artist? No, I’m completely low
I’m so low I could sell this booth as my new cellar
I could sell a Jewish fella suit to a shrewd tailor
Who better? I can sell a shovel to the Devil
Then turn around and I can sell the scoop to a newsletter
Feeling like God only kicked Moses on the snare
Allah on the flyer and this bitch emoting on a prayer
Fuck these labels, fuck you label hoes focused on despair
Fuck radio, I’m already floating on the air
I ain’t here to be famous in debt, do my thing to me dead
These fans are programmed to change and forget
In this white man’s world I’m just a black who ain’t in the red
Who hasn’t had a hat he can hang on regret
Rappers kind of rapping too tame to collect
Who has a rather insane intellect
I would rather ride a train to success
That’s plain than ride a dragonfly through a flame to impress
Maybe I’m Red, maybe I’m Meth, maybe I’m less
Maybe I’m crazy like Macy Gray, baby, I’m blessed
The hoes praising me like maybe I’m next
‘Cause I’m wavy, my flow Avion wet
I’m so amazing, I’m Jay Z, I’m Treach
I’m feeling like KRS in the flesh
In the 80s, but more 94′ Shady I guess
We taking the feeling back from the wealthy, rich and shining
Uncla Murda this and Suge is more healthy for the genre
Porsche pushing, motor whoofing
Under the hood it sound like horses hoofing
I never ran from a soul, but I got promoters booking
I keep a hand full of something to fold
I’m just here to tell you the facts
The mayor slipped and fell through the cracks
Like the quarter’s is under your sofa cushion
Man, I remember these hoes used to overlook me
Now they come to my shows and throw their panties on stage
Or they just say "fuck it’ and throw the pussy

Ice Cube – Only One Me (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

[Intro]
That’s some gangsta shit
Check the original, y’all niggas digital
The pyroclastic flow, this insane

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckers love me
Young ass niggas they wanna thug for me
Wish I was the Godfather, sell drugs for me
But all they can do is tap cuz for me
Look homie, you can be my cronie
If you figure how to get a check out of Sony
Oh Lord, thought I was preaching to the choir
When I’m in this pulpit I might catch some fire
Glass full of gas, do you got a lighter?
Hand full of ass, why should I retire
The shit I spit might inspire the messiah
To throw these lives in a lake full of fire
Ain’t nothing flier than my fuckin’ rims and my tires
And a word to the wise, you better fuckin’ recognize
That I been on the block since bitches did the wop
Since Floyd and Damien kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangsta
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T
King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
P.E, DMC, nigga know your history
If Cube ain’t top 3, then you’s a bitch to me
Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy
Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E
West Coast bitch, yeah that’s all me
With Too Short and the D-R-E
We made it too hard, check our family tree
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Nigga no
Leave you baffled and gaffled
And running through your house like it’s a motherfuckin’ raffle
I’m a asshole with Tabasco, you the last ho I would ask for
If I had to leave Morehouse and walk into a ho house
The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out
It’s all for my nigga Big Hurt, when I show out
Picture this in a frame, get torn out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out

[Chorus]
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right

[Verse 2]
So what you from the gutter
We all had to struggle if you got a black mother
We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers
Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers
Motherfucker always claim to be the hardest
But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest
I’m a artist that’ll paint your rigor mortis
You silly rabbit nigga, here come the tortoise
Fast is smooth and smooth is slow
And that’s how you get it, 20 years in a row
Advance how you get 20 years in a hole
Bet 10 that you ass ain’t got no soul
Grab that cold ass white man steel
Cap pills, run like an oil spill
Big drills, found him in the landfill
You got 30 years but you my man still
Fuck them tears, Tony Montana
Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta
This ain’t the banana nigga, this is Alabama
Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, nigga

[Chorus]
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right

[Outro]
Gangsta Shit!

Brother Ali – Pen To Paper

[Verse 1]
Put pen to paper the first time when I was barely eight or
Maybe nine that was the late eighties, Reagan time
Put in the freshest tape rewind, wait, let me take my time
The entire landscape of that blank page was mine
Created space to climb inside, escape the crazy times
Reshape the climate, break it down, that was my frame of mind
Thank the divine great designing this as my sacred shrine
I made myself a place to shine, wait, let me spray this rhyme
When I was thirteen I met KRS, he put me on the stage
Suggested I read up on Malcolm X, y’all know the rest
So much pushing down on my chest
Both my folks got laid to rest
Loved ones wishing me all the best
I’m a ball of stress, yet I digress
I’ve spent my every hopeless dream and my unspoken secret
You hear it floating through your speakers in my old releases
My fanbase began to grow beneath & crowd around me
I never tiptoed ’round here shy I spit it loud and proudly
The U.S. government profiled me and the sponsors dropped me
Some of my listeners felt away so they no longer got me
I knew that telling that truth is costly no one alive can stop me
I rolled that flag out on the ground and prostrated my body
This is more than music to me, this is ancestors
Speaking through me at the tomb of Rumi
My mic’s a rifle I’m honor bound to fire my weapon truly
Whether they jeer me, cheer me, boo, salute me or just shoot me
Let it be known, my whole life I break that cycle set it in stone
I’d still rather be known as a man that stand on my own
Rather than beg at a throne cold
You know I honor my own code that go down to the bone
We just want to get it on shooting at the devil
With a megaphone till we dead and gone

Enough – Flume feat. Pusha T lyrics

Lyrics Flume – Enough

Yeah, King Push
I could tell you what the Porsche cost, what my wrist like
What a brick weigh, what your b*tch like
Ace bottles and late models
Niggas happy with the base model
Fashion god from fake model
They follow
I’m the culture, KRS in the roadster
Poetry, Scott La Rock with the coca, I’m the joker
My b*tch got the poker face, she a soldier
Might let you f*ck just so she can show me the safe.(enough)

Yeah, I did live through drug wars
Open suicide doors
f*ck the b*tch on mink floors but it ain’t enough
Yeah, seen the war on these tours
Porsche paying ’till I bought
Yeah, I partied off shores but it ain’t enough.

Motivate or I can be a menace
You got two choices
I got one chopper, I’m hearing voices
I’m seeing visions
These Rolls Royces in arms reach, I come creep
These snakes are poisonous
Oyster perpetual lifestyle
Look at the watch on me right now
Bezel blinding like a bright cloud
It’s a drug dealer’s dream
Everything that I say is everything that I mean
Let’s weigh it up.

Check, kilogram on the neck
Money, power, respect
Real shooter’s on deck, but it ain’t enough
Yes man I just got the text
She’s just waiting, undressed
Her girlfriend brought the checks, she ain’t enough
Everybody get the tech versuri-lyrics.info
All you niggas hit the deck
b*tches think he got next, but it ain’t enouugh
Haters still wanna test, but I just say “f*ck the rest”
Always gave her my best, but it ain’t enoughhh.
Flume lyrics
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