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Legion of Doom vs Triune

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I'm better than any verteran that ya heard little nigga my shit absurd. Lay low, the flame flow, take hold, and take-over ya payroll. Non iller than we, Non realer than ya lyrics as pitiful. Top 5 in the game no question, pop 9's and a gage, no wessin. No snitching, bitching, mentioning, menacing, diction referencing business. Lay back and fact facts you ain't rap, take 8 to the back, take that. Bllllaaaaaccckkkkks
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You Ain't Live Like That You talk gully ya'll ain't live like that You talk reckless you aint live like that Breathe easy youngin You talk gully ya'll ain't live like that You talk reckless you ain't live like that Breathe easy youngin......... Ghetto kids wanna live in burbs Suburban kids wanna live in the projects What's they understanding, what's the motivation, what's they ambition, and what's the concept. Verse 1 Pops wasn't around around, cops hunting us down, Apartments no heat, gunshots no sleep, mother overworking barely home the whole week, but glorification got em thinking the shits sweet. Unemployment welfare, bout parallel to hell here, but ya'll loving the violence the chaotic climate and misery felt here. Lets get it straight, if you get the hood, you get our fate, consequences and the whole plate You talk gully ya'll ain't live like that You talk reckless you aint live like that Breathe easy youngin You talk gully ya'll ain't live like that You talk reckless you ain't live like that Breathe easy youngin......... Ghetto kids wanna live in burbs Suburban kids wanna live in the projects What's they und erstanding, what's the motivation, what's they ambition, and what's the concept. Verse 2 So let me forewarn ya'll, since you really wanna be hood, I guess you want your home forclosed on? I guess you want three jobs, no car, an anxiety from your kids doging those three shots. You think this life is cute, all night no lights is cool, knifes in school, ducking the one's everytime that you see em in sights of you. Those the only sights you view, you only see the chains, the glory stories hommie damn I wish you'd see the graves! You talk gully ya'll ain't live like that You talk reckless you aint live like that Breathe easy youngin You talk gully ya'll ain't live like that You talk reckless you ain't live like that Breathe easy youngin......... Ghetto kids wanna live in burbs Suburban kids wanna live in the projects What's they understanding, what's the motivation, what's they ambition, and what's the concept.
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B Boy Anthem I got b boys to my left b girls to my right, it's gonna be a real good night. No violence, wilding, or racial profiling, B Boy's speak through styling. The skills is sewn, feel the soul, flip windmill to a pose. Grooving, moving, to the music brusing that you feel in ya bones. I'm a cypher cats, backpak on cypher rat, all night in fact. Where the light is black, and we don't fight we clap, to the life of the dance. Non stoppin, pop locking, rocking, to the beat knocking no options. From Radio Tron to Foundation, All night get downs at the Get Down. Get shown up, or get served, you get embarrassed and that's my word. Get talked about, walk you out the crowd blow up next week don't show up. Better have your skills up, or they won't feel ya, you'll be a target that's familiar. But it's all peace, you won't get shot, this is the essence of Hip Hop! Verse 2 Shames Worthy 2x's Chorus B Boys In The Spot Get Wild........ B Girls In The Spot With Style....... Let's Go, Let's Go, Lets Go.......... You Are Now Rocking With The Cypher Sounds.
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Ghetto Life I'm a teach ya bout ghetto life, ghetto stories, ghetto reality, ghetto what they call me. So I guess I am my mind state. I'm a teach ya bout ghetto minds, ghetto glory, ghetto fallacies, ghetto how they saw me, So I walk no eyes all faith. I, I was born this title, although I was born beside you. Born in hell, born to fail..... Run it back....... Born for JC's not born for Yale, born for the system born for jail born to be mourned and killed. Run it back......... The ghetto describes our ghetto insides, the way live the fate of our kids and I won't accpet it is what it is. I'm a teach ya bout ghetto life, ghetto stories, ghetto reality, ghetto what they call me. So I guess I am my mind state. I'm a teach ya bout ghetto minds, ghetto glory, ghetto fallacies, ghetto how they saw me, So I walk no eyes all faith. I, can't accept this as description, we become the words, then succumb to worse, this is us, word? run it back..... I am not the statistic the want me to be, not the pissy hallway they want to see, listen, they don't want me to breathe. run it back............ Bad school districts, libraries nowhere, corners so bad mama yelling don't go there. The block to too cold there, yeah! It's like theres no way out, no where to go, just the darkest nights when my my heart turn cold. I'm dying in here, effort ain't the answer, cause I keep trying and nobody cares. I'm a teach ya bout ghetto life, ghetto stories, ghetto reality, ghetto what they call me. So I guess I am my mind state. I'm a teach ya bout ghetto minds, ghetto glory, ghetto fallacies, ghetto how they saw me, So I walk no eyes all faith. Pastors that ain't saved yet, heartless teachers that teach our kids, only for the paycheck. Yeah, we blessed but stay stressed. run it back............... Just to eat it's a fight, helicopters often stop us just from sleeping at night. No peace in this life. Listen I'm a teach ya bout ghetto life, ghetto stories, ghetto reality, ghetto what they call me. So I guess I am my mind state. I'm a teach ya bout ghetto minds, ghetto glory, ghetto fallacies, ghetto how they saw me, So I walk no eyes all faith. I'm a teach ya bout ghetto life, ghetto stories, ghetto reality, ghetto what they call me. So I guess I am my mind state. I'm a teach ya bout ghetto minds, ghetto glory, ghetto fallacies, ghetto how they saw me, So I walk no eyes all faith. I'm a teach you bout ghetto life............
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Only God Can Judge You Ya'll aint never heard nothing like this, minus the frontin, the verses hear it it's persevearance. It was God that night, divine intervention, no scars, shot at twice. Running rock packs right, red civic, praying hopin I don't get stopped that night. Hustlas, gangstas, feel me, if I aint real what I'm revealing then Lord kill me. Nah, not that life, lies my addiction, mind lying saying I'm not that type. I'm not that right, only when I write in hopes to never re-enter the block that's right. I'm shocked that I, never was caught up, 1 rehab session called my daughter. It was dark that night, I made a promise, looked in her eyes and said not Dad alright. Chorus For my niggaz doing bids, got years, and they can't see they kids...... Only God Can Judge You For my niggaz up state, for baking cakes, to put food on they plate..... Only God Can Judge You For my niggaz doing time, couldn't find a job and got on they grind...... Only God Can Judge You I do it for the hustlas that tried and failed, tried hard and tried to appeal, this is real. Verse 2 Sleepless nights, envisioning the end road enclosed where a niggas meets his light. Caught slippin, and ya'll constantly wondering why I bring heat to the fight. I woke up many nights drenched in sweat, dreaming about scheming, running and hard breathing. Same clothes through the change of the seasons, sunlit wonder if i'll see tonight. I bleed my pride, walk my shoes, wear my skin you wanna see my side. I'm just one of the ones that made it, every hustla's favorite. So for those that's famous but remain nameless, on one block one cot in caged in. This for ya'll, ya'll my patrons, we the same souls with different faces. Bridge 2x's Only God Can Judge You, So On the outs I feel your pain, Hood Legends, only your physicals will parish but your soul remains. Chorus For my niggaz doing bids, got years, and they can't see they kids...... Only God Can Judge You For my niggaz up state, for baking cakes, to put food on they plate..... Only God Can Judge You For my niggaz doing time, couldn't find a job and got on they grind...... Only God Can Judge You I do it for the hustlas that tried and failed, tried hard and tried to appeal, this is real. For my niggaz doing bids, got years, and they can't see they kids...... Only God Can Judge You For my niggaz up state, for baking cakes, to put food on they plate..... Only God Can Judge You For my niggaz doing time, couldn't find a job and got on they grind...... Only God Can Judge You I do it for the hustlas that tried and failed, tried hard and tried to appeal, this is real.
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Blame Them 04:04
Number Four Chorus Don't Blame it on us.......... Blame it on you.............. Parents are the reason kids do what they do........... Ya'll the ones smoking and sipping on the booze...... Talking bout do what I say and not what I do........... Verse 1 Hip Hop is under attack, for words, and actions, so I'm gunning right back. A tragedy unfolds, when right wing America judges me through the eyes of Hannity and Colmbs. Two men that live pretty privileged, just the nerve of them is sickening. We impoverished, starving, caught in a travesty, so we report these harsh realities. No Roth Ira's, no trust funds, crime rates high, don't trust none. These are the backrounds we come from, you don't understand, a so don't judge us. Children get handled to carelessly, in this country parenting is embarrassing. So save it bastards, tell me, what's that say about you if you blaming a rapper. Chorus Don't Blame it on us........ Blame it on you.............. Parents are the reason kids do what they do........... Ya'll the ones smoking and sipping on the booze...... Talking bout do what I say and not what I do.......... Verse It's a mockery, attacking real artistry, half heartedly, but ya'll aint stopping we. Defenseless, keeping us censored, so sense ya senses and read your amendments. Ya'll preach morals and consciousness, but not when it's oil and politics. Plus they missing the fact, that the VT killer aint listen to rap. Timothy McVey aint listen to rap, them Columbine boys ain't listen to rap. Sadam Hussein didn't listen to rap, Osama Bin Laden don't listen to rap. Now where they position us at, makes me believe these hateful views are racial views. And that should bother em, cause I just stated the obvious. 2x's Chorus Don't Blame it on us........ Blame it on you.............. Parents are the reason kids do what they do........... Ya'll the ones smoking and sipping on the booze...... Talking bout do what I say and not what I do..........
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A Real People 2x's Intro Real Women atrract real men, real talk, real to the end. Real life, real faces, real living, real relations. Chorus Hilsyde Verse 1 Ladies, you wanna real man, real car, nice apartment, real job. Handles business, pays bills, well built, sex appeal, The one that cooks, don't mind to clean, don't mind to drive, might whip a 5. Well spoken, likes your friends, first impression your fam likes him. Between 6'4 and 5'10, nice skin, and a nice grin, but you in the club, drunk, wondering why you can't find him. Verse 2 Rule 1, quit listening to your friends, especially the ones without men. Cause they bitter, and trust me you don't wanna follow in the footsteps of them. Rule 2, Real men don't go to the club, get biligerent and all drunk, real men won't ask you out, you can't stand they have to drag you out, listen. Rule 3, Dress yourselves like women, not to little or too much revealing, leave enough to the imagination, now baby girl you killin lets go! Rule 4, make your own money, and while you making it make some grown money. We don't mind paying for lunch, but it's impressive when we go dutch, hahah! Rule 5, the rule of all rules, it's the jewels of all jewels, when we converse, baby please don't front be you alright! Chorus
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Everyday I walk down the blocked spot me a cop, but today was a little different. They cornered off the corner store, so I had to walk a corner more. Damn! Parked in front the coroner van, squad cars, detectives, got the message. Young man trapped in this crazy world, I just gotta get some milk for my baby girl. So I, proceed to walk around the scene, no eye contact, mute don't speak. No reason for one word spoken, til the pig yells out, boy where you going. I look back, swallow my pride, swallow my honor with the mind of a father. So I point at myself and say who, with disrespect he says boy I'm talking to you. So I give him my name and my address, and my I'D like see. I'm a decent man, I just wanted to walk to that store down there so I can feed my fam. And I don't want no trouble, then he yells in my face fuck you. Briefly decribes the crimes comitted and conviniently says that I fit the description. Let me guess tall and black, Then he answers back like yeah that. Slams me to the ground, hog ties my limbs, and holla to his boys, it's him. It was on nigga, 6 cops, my block, none witnessing the baton whippin. Broke left arm, 3 ribs, right wrist, 2 knuckles in the fist and last my jaw. Then he threw me in the back of the car, hopped in real nervous, and sped off. Took me to an abondoned field, drop me off hog tied, and said muthfucka chill!
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Truth 03:55
Number Eleven I'm the truth if nothin else, and ya'll front if nothin else. I stand by pricipals, morals and standards, and that's why my ora's demanding. Smoking weed in hopes to suceed, it's my guess the hopes in the seeds. I'm walking in the win, forceless forward feelings, and ya'll throw caution to the wind. Don't blame us blame you, from adults to the kids it's the same for you. Nuts and glory go hand in hand, woman to woman and man to man. I'm bulshit fasting, cause it aint what happens, it's more the reaction. I ain't perfect, I was just here, this mic, this booth, this verse writ. Gifted with verbiage, a person with purpose, so if it aint profitable it's worth it. A curse and a gift, whether it's school or music, it's that passion that you're pursuing, but premature marriage and kids, then that passion get ruined. I'm after that movement, we need change, the next Malcolm, more than we need fame. We need more leaders, to lead us to freedom, Medgar Evers, the more the better. The more consciousness becomes common sense, we can build real confidence. Ya heard!
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Number Five (Right Place, Wrong Time) Verse 1 The cost of life in my hood is nothin, ask around I ain't frontin. You got the right rims, on the right car, for the right niggas, it's the right job. For the right price, on the right night, at the right time, you the right life. The right watch, right bar, right suit, right card, right broad, will get ya assed robbed. Chorus 2x's Round here there's no cost of life.................. Round here there's no cost to fight................ So of it do cost ya life............................ Make sure it it aint because.......................... You in the right place at the wrong time........ Verse 2 The cost of life in my hood is nothin, ask around I aint frontin. Niggas die for the wrong colors, wrong hand signals, wrong outfit mistake for the wrong brother. Wrong block at the wrong time, wrong feign and the wrong grind. Wrong body with the wrong nine, wrong car wrong route wrong drop to the wrong guy, damn! Wrong day at the park, wrong gut feeling, so he was wrong from the start. The wrong laces, wrong body language, wrong Calvin Klein shirt, wrong Kswiss. The wrong price came for the dice game, seeing the wrong movie, with the wrong groupie. And that's when life stops pace, cause you were the wrong life in the wrong place. Chorus 2x's Round here there's no cost of life.................. Round here there's no cost to fight................ So of it do cost cost ya life............................ Make sure it it aint because.......................... You in the right place at the wrong time........ Verse 3 The right cell phone to the ear, the right red monkey jean gear. The wrong price came at the dice game, seeing the wrong movie with the wrong groupie. Stuntin in front of the right club, where the right thug, has the right gun. And that's where life stops pace, cause you were the wrong life in the wrong place. Chorus 2x's Round here there's no cost of life.................. Round here there's no cost to fight................ So of it do cost cost ya life............................ Make sure it it aint because.......................... You in the right place at the wrong time........
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Number Eight Man I'm back, I man that army, I man that tank then I man that strap. I'll rush ya'll niggas, the 50 cal farenheit hot enough to fight in Russian winter. No flaws in my plan, I'm Kobe on the floor four seconds left they putting the ball in my hand. I ship lames out like they shipped Dame out. I ship rats out like they shipped Shaq out. I'm a problem, the city call it a Biggie Warning, my bars are marathons wit no Diddy jogging. I'm witty wit my jargin, and ya'll off ya jobs just like Tom Coughlin. Oh you mad cause I'm styling on you, wait, now you wishing the cal was on you. IE on on mine, thee King, muthafucka neel and kiss the ring! Chorus Hey Sucka Nigga, Whoever You Are Hey Sucka Nigga Whoever You Are Hey Suck Nigga, Hey Hey, Sucka Nigga, Hey Hey Sucka Nigaa, Whoever You Are! Verse 2 Man I'm back, no pardon for talking it's like marching against Sharpton. We marksman, partial to beef, it's like the Hill Have Eyes Part 3. Impartial to speak, nah, I'm part of the street, and we'll leave your parts on the street. Crawling on the cement. I'm the rap Steve Javie so I just call it like I see it. Death before dishonor, it's real pa, real time as if I was the black Bill Maher. Stop the presses I'm not just pacing, when I jot these phrases it's pocket aces. I'm the muthafucking boss man nigga, (the one) what I told you on God's Plan nigga. There's a war going on outside, better move to the right, I'm a king and I'm running the nine! Chorus Hey Sucka Nigga, Whoever You Are Hey Sucka Nigga Whoever You Are Hey Suck Nigga, Hey Hey, Sucka Nigga, Hey Hey Sucka Nigaa, Whoever You Are!
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World Turns 05:30
That's Life Chorus It's like everytime the word turn, everytime the world change, something trying to hold me down. It's like everytime wind blows, everytime the tide rise, I can't seem to breathe I drown. It's like everytime the sun rise, everytime the moons lit, I can't see the light through the clouds. It's like everytime the sunsets, everytime the everytime a star gleams, I can't tell the difference abound. So I stare in to the blue skies and ask why, and it replies baby boy that's life! Verse I've been hustling to hustle, struggling to struggle, can't find my faith thinking bout 98. Drives I took with the back seats dirty, anxiety high it was rap sheet worthy. No place to stay but make my way, thoughts to take my life, but I stayed and prayed. It feels like I believe in vein, but ya'll wouldn't know, pops say never let em see ya pain. The gift and the curse, life seem to mirror my verse, or maybe I live in my words. Shout out to little Eric dawg I heard you out, hold ya head life tough on the outs. Chorus It' us like everytime the word turn, everytime the world change, something trying to hold me down. It's like everytime wind blows, everytime the tide rise, I can't seem to breathe I drown. It's like everytime the sun rise, everytime the moons lit, I can't see the light through the clouds. So I stare in God's eyes and ask why, and he replies baby boy that's life! Verse 2 So I keep my faith in his hands, stand, brush my shoulder off, realizing I could be worser off. I'm far from the floor, much closer to the celling, far from begging, and far from Darfur! Far from loosing my conscious, far from from life changing hurricanes, and middle east conflicts. Far from 5 to 8 feet of snow, far from where relief can't reach the poor. Much further from college shootings, or being a victim described as and honest student. I'm was far from the World Trade, great New York resiliance and the day that the world change. Far from an army suit, m4 in my hand, sabotaged, life loss in foreign land. Far from governing the land, and having to choose between oil reserves and the lives of man. Far from from loosing my child to a desiese, prayer to my savior how could this be. So it seems it's less to lose and more to gain, so I ask why must we complain. Let it breathe....... 2x's Chorus It's like everytime the word turn, everytime the world change, something trying to hold me down. It's like everytime wind blows, everytime the tide rise, I can't seem to breathe I drown. It's like everytime the sun rise, everytime the moons lit, I can't see the light through the clouds. So I stare in God's eyes and ask why, and he replies baby boy that's life!

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