Curren$y – Micheal Knight (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

I got a style for every face
Nigger upon a judge
Open this shut case
You know I’m until I die
Though I made an exception for the 69
So quick off the line
Called the double side
No matter what
We’re heads up
We’re in
Tell your dogs
They should be aware of us
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I see your Jacuzzi with your
Make it a that. Miss me?
No you didn’t, bitch
Cut that bullshit
Miss me?
Try to , spitting name trying to be
Miss me?
All of that to me
You won’t even rhyme
My side you wish to be
Hope you’ll catch me sleeping
By being freaky
But baby girl let me be the first to say
It’s not that easy
I wasn’t born yesterday
No later on that evening
Just had to get that out of the way
Make the plan even

Michael Knight

The view from the
Ain’t improve
But I’ve yet seen a team fucking with the crew
Me and have saw it all
Wide frame
Everything this ain’t a plan
Don’t get rolled up like windows
Avoid the police man don’t call those dogs
Ain’t change
And I’m not mad
Garbage rappers need to find a style fast
Bring it all over niggers like a
Survive the flame
Kept these plants growing in desert sand
Alive I stand
Never a nigger did die. I got so high up
So I can autograph the sky

Michel Knight

Curren$y – Micheal Knight (Remix) (feat. Raekwon) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yah…Lames catch feelings, we catch flights, Ugh, Jet Life, Jet Life
Race cars and weed jars

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got a style for every bump in your face
Grease ball ass nigga, Pontiac judge, open and shut case
You know, I’m bow tied till I die, though I made an exception for the ’69
So quick off the line
Coin double side, no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should be aware of us
We break it off, like an engagement gone bad
I fill your jaccuzi with them groupies make it a bird bath, miss me?
No you didn’t bitch, with that bullshit, miss me
Tryna claim Spitta name, tyrna be Ms. Me
All of that, kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleepin’ by being freaky but baby girl
Let me be the first to say it’s not that easy
I wasn’t born yesterday, nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playin’ field even

[Chorus x2: Curren$y]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, ski dooo doo dooo doo

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And the view from the rockin’ chair improves
But I’ve yet to see a team fuckin’ with the crew
Near fall, I saw it all, wide frame
Everything with wings ain’t a plane man
Indo get rolled up like car windows
Avoiding the police man, them car Winslows
The wind blow in change, and I am not mad
Old garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
Its written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough land, cactus plants growin’ in desert sands
Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn’t die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, ski dooo doo dooo doo

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Yeah, Shalah, Louis rich
Definitely dressed down and everybody here know it
Yo, a snow white Aston on the ground with a poet
Louis the kid, who told you to come to the crib
Threw a bag in your lap and told you don’t blow the kids
We milled up, actually my flowin’ is real tough
Sport these gazelles, faded leather on real rough
Bank account, don’t even question
Spent all my money last year buyin’ shit investments
Marvelous, gangsta, New York nigga, make me sick
Rather screw honeys who ain’t cuffin’
All my life, six black kids stolen right from kick dice
And strip you and slice you
So listen young niggas, I’m a give you some jewels quick
Don’t ever rat your friends out, you stand in a pool of shit
Lookin like a crab ass faggot
Sooner or later them boys that was hating on you got the ratchets

Key! & Reese Laflare -Mike-N-Ike (Been Had Boyz Mixtape)

[Hook: Key!]
Aye, uh, aye, how that make you feel?
Aye, uh, aye, do you like it?
Aye, aye, pull up at the light, I’ma leave him at the light
Ooh aye uh aye, come alive in the night
Ooh aye, ooh huh, I think I’m Michael Knight
Ooh aye, ain’t shit sweet, ain’t no Mike and Ike’s
Ooh aye, goddamn I hit the same lick twice
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1: Key!]
Aye, ain’t a stain on me bitch, hey, uh
Finna Johnny Deng my wrist, hey huh
You used to be on my list, huh
Nowadays you ain’t on shit
Ooh, it’s cool, I don’t criticize
No roof and I’m sky high, uh
How you feel? I don’t feel inside, aye huh
Yeah, huh, hold up, yeah, uh
Doin’ the dash, I need to slow down
You is a lame, all go ‘round
I’m gettin’ some bags and they is like how?
Aye, grown man shit y’all

[Hook: Key!]
Aye, uh, how that make you feel?
Aye, uh, aye, do you like it?
Aye, aye, pull up at the light, I’ma leave him at the light
Ooh aye uh aye, come alive in the night
Ooh aye, ooh huh, I think I’m Michael Knight
Ooh aye, ain’t shit sweet, ain’t no Mike and Ike’s
Ooh aye, goddamn I hit the same lick twice
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2: Reese LAFLARE]
The door slam, I party with your chick
Patta-rum-pa-pum-pum all on your bitch
Little drummer boy, I’m playing with them bands on me
Dick put your bitch to sleep like I put xans on it
Partner say he got a lick I put my mans on it
Trap house it got a stove, I went and put some pans on it
Tryna run up a check, yeah I got some plans for it
I’m outchea playing for keeps, so what you playin’ for?
Threw some crystals in the rollie, wake ‘em up like Folgers
I just copped a brand new foreign, set it on some Forgis
Mister fashion killer, if it’s trending I bought it
When you start making racks then you become important

[Hook: Key!]
Aye, uh, how that make you feel?
Aye, uh, aye, do you like it?
Aye, aye, pull up at the light, I’ma leave him at the light
Ooh aye uh aye, come alive in the night
Ooh aye, ooh huh, I think I’m Michael Knight
Ooh aye, ain’t shit sweet, ain’t no Mike and Ike’s
Ooh aye, goddamn I hit the same lick twice
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Isa Muhammad – Chemtrails & Muslim Wars Remix (feat. Rick Ross & Talib Kweli) (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Intro: Isa Muhammad]
I come from a time where it is about like bars nigga, where it’s about like lyrics nigga, where it’s about like saying some shit nigga, some deep shit nigga, some shit about black people my nigga. You shit about, you know, some some some esoteric spiritual type shit, some shit that goes into the essence of what it just means to just be black and just popping in America, you feel me? Like. Isa Muhammad nigga

[Verse 1: Isa Muhammad]
Incarceration, genocide, they kill you if you criticize
They got your name and number nigga, intelligence centralized
The homie Paper just got shot, I pray he make it through the night
I know some niggas did some time, had to fly a couple kites
I roll around my fucking city feeling like I’m Michael Knight
And Jesus Christ, you need a fight, Norris Cole is colder than the snow
I always get the shot to go, I got the baddest bitch for sho’
Bout to get out 10 or fo’, and he come from coldest coast
Lyrics caught the Holy Ghost, I travel ’round on golden spokes
Naenae done hit them folkes, it’s a [?] if you did not know
Palestine and the occupation, evidently, but you can’t taste it
I’m in the booth on vacation, I feel like Wayne, it’s a dedication
Outer space on the reservation, [?] it’s an assassination
The shit I spit come from dark spaces like dark matter meets Darth Vader
And elevated and meditated till you levitated
Dronestrikes at your frontdoor, Inglewood forever more
Chemtrails and Muslim wars

[Chorus: Isa Muhammad]
And I ain’t trippin ’bout no bitches
Nah, said I’d rather put the city on, nigga
It’s Inglewood forever, look
Like chemtrails and Muslim wars
And I ain’t trippin ’bout no bitches bro
Nah, uhuh, said I’d rather put the city on
Word, it’s Inglewood forevermore
Uh, like chemtrails and Muslim wars

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m the Charles Dickens for these young niggas
Pray these scriptures pay my daughter tuition, it’s my vision
Ask me what I wanna be, and I said I’m a poet
Survive a drive-by got me feeling heroic
AK47’s for the shock and awe
Made a fortune, and no more smoking in those parking lots
Your men see you through a different lens
Ain’t no love cause they killing even wives and friends
Scholarships to school, they wanna know my race
Took a trip to Egypt, then I chose my faith
Field niggas would never suffer from sunburns
One word, you still a nigga, take this whole verse
Innercity niggas living by the Gotti rules
To be on house arrest he made a lotta moves
I’m prepaid for my next rhymes
I’ll let these niggas shine maybe next time

[Chorus: Isa Muhammad]
Your men see you through a different lens
Ain’t no love cause they killing even wives and friends
Scholarships to school, they wanna know my race
Took a trip to Egypt, then I chose my faith
Field niggas would never suffer from sunburn
One word, you still a nigga, take this whole verse
Innercity niggas living by the Gotti rules
To be on house arrest, he made a lot of moves
I’m prepaid for my next rhymes
I’ll let these niggas shine maybe next time

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
You received my gift, like a present, so my presence is a charity
The difference is it’s clear, but I focus on similarities
We in the trenches for our lives, these my soldiers in solidarity
Your intelligence artificial, that’s why you’re filled with singularity
Got that advice from my pops, it’s a staple
Like a plate of rice never, not religion, but a way of life
Pick your battle, save your fights
A wise man can play the fool, behave or pay the price
Respectability is cool, but that don’t keep me safe at night
This is why I’m still evolve ’cause these policies’ll kill us all
Nah they can’t kill us all, that’s why they wanna build a wall
But they don’t steal and they don’t rape and still get all
Like they don’t deal in raw, like they don’t kill at all
I’m a New Yorker, I saw the builings fall, they came because we built it first
The bricks are falling I say, and [?], that’s like the illest verse
So for me to trust, you gotta get the fuck up out your feelings first
Now watch you go from “Feel the Bern” to built up with the Bildergbergs
What the fuck is feelings worth

[Chorus: Isa Muhammad]
And I ain’t trippin ’bout no bitches
Nah, said I’d rather put the city on, nigga
It’s Inglewood forever, look
Like chemtrails and Muslim wars
And I ain’t trippin ’bout no bitches bro
Nah, uhuh, said I’d rather put the city on
Word, it’s Inglewood forevermore
Uh, like chemtrails and Muslim wars