FROM ANYBODY, ANY GENRE. I KNOW, HARD ASS QUESTION. GIMME SOME COMMENTS TO THIS POST PEOPLE! CHECK MY FAV:
“Me and everything around me, is unstable like Chernobyl
Ready to go at any moment, jumpin like a pogo stick
Life never lived up to my expectations, so I accept the patience
Expect the worse but now I’m pacin, back and forth
Inside I’m melting like water on wicked witches
A monster truck done came and ran over my picket fences
I had the best of life in my clinches but monkey wrenches was thrown
Like chairs kings sit on, my prayers seem to long
I fall asleep before the endin, don’t even get to say Amen
I hope He understand I be on bended knees
At times, I think I’m crazy, so I say forget it
Or maybe it’s the devil infiltrating and like Riddick…Bowe
I’ve been fighting this since them fetus days
I count from one to twenty, when I’m through, repeat the phrase
It’s just a phase, it’s gon all pass, but that gets old too
I’m weakening like a deacon doin dirt
What am I supposed to do?”
Andre 3000, “Millenium“, from ATLiens
I’ve never heard realer shit said in a verse before. I love it.
Beat that!
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DROPPED BY Barnaby Jonz
June 8th, 2007 at 6:50 am
Mos Def; Speed Law
To me, just classic flow and boasting. I could listen to this verse all day:
Clear like a megaphone
Pretty nigga heart skipped the metronome
Rocked the Trump Tower to the terrordome
Poor house to pleasure domes
Soprano, alto, tenor to baritone
MOS DEF one of the illest that you ever known
Rock steady baby, you a stepping stone
Smash your foundation into pebbles
My words leave your nerves unsettled
You take it to the next level down
Looking like a circus clown
Cats like you can’t even get a pound
Worldwide from the river to lakeside
My stage show stay live, make the sound man stage dive
I cut fat cats to eight lives with my eight ball lines
I’m home ‘fore I’m done with all nine
Got you shook like a fault line
Come all shine and get tarnished
Brooklyn got your pay roll garnished
They form a huddle
Whisper like they want trouble
I melt the ice grills into rainwater puddles
Make the proud-hearted leave on the humble
Black steel in the hour
Assemble my skill form my power
My poems crush bones into powder
You mumble like a coward
I’m Mos Def, you need to speak louder
SUPER HEREOS!
Get your power, your masks and capes snatched
Brooklyn take what you can’t take back
I know a lot of cats hate that
All I can say black
There’s a city full of walls you can post complaints at
All the doubters and believers adjust your receivers
“I feel it,” you can taste it through the speakers
The three six oh-riginal sketch lyrics so visual
They rent my rhyme books at your nearest home video
June 8th, 2007 at 11:16 am
common; aquarius
people say electric circus was wack…oh contraire…check it
Nigga deep in the rhythm
experience speak
I’m keepin’ the wisdom
the life hustlers seek
I seeking it with em
i’m dope…
the streets need me to hit em
With some of that (revolutionary rap)
Revolutionary blunted rap
My peoples want hits, I hit it from the back
Under the cherry moon
I hold notes and carry tunes
My guys pack heat enough to bury June
on my feet, Im getting married soon
walking in the clouds like Mary Bethune
Fumes of a real nigga seep into your room
Or thru fifteens of the jeep that you boom
Son/sun so many cats, they call me high noon
Offerings to Osun
hoping war is over soon
Guard your grill
like George Foreman
Time to build
far as building im the doorman opening doors
My blood I expose on the floors tell them the game aint only the score
Hold on to your life as I carry these styles, to
have you tapping your head like Darius Miles
You aint supposed to rhyme
better off with a clothing line
In this business of pimps many hos get signed
Opposed to shine so
me holding the blinds
Mixing golden seal and wine, holding a nine
in the age of aquarius
June 8th, 2007 at 11:27 am
Folk in your face, you’re a superstar
Niggaz hang around cause of who you are
You get a lot of love cause of what you got
Say they happy for you but they really not
Sell a lot of records and you rollin in
Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends
All you wanna do is get to where you are
but the label tried to make you compromise your art
You make a million dollars, make a million mo’
First class probably treat you like a nigga po’
You wanna say “Wait!” but you’re scared to ask
as your world starts spinning and it’s moving fast
Try to stay sane, it’s the price of fame
Spending your life trying to numb the pain
You shake that note off and sing a song
Liberate the minds, then you go on home..
Erykah Badu - Liberation … and she aint even a rapper… thats off of Outkasts track … a rap verse would have to be
I got two
Mos Def on Re Definition
What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king’s ransom
Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem
Way out like Bruce Wayne’s mansion, move like a phantom
You’ll talk about me to your grandsons
Cats who claimin they hard be mad fag
so I run through em like, flood water through sandbags
Competition is mad, what I got, they can’t have
Sinkin they ship, like Moby Dick, did Ahab
Son I’m way past the minimum, it’s a verb millenium
My rap’s hold a gat to your back, like Palestinians
Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon
Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim
Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10
These simpletons they mentionin the synonym for feminine
Sweeter than some cinnamon from Danish rings by Entenmann’s
Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them
(Gentlemen) you got a tenement, well then assemble it!
Leave your unit tremblin like herds of movin elephant
Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element
from Flatbush settlement, skin posseses melanin
Hotter than tales of crack peddlin, makin em WOOP
like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington
Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me
The hot oppresion rent who burn down your chief teepee
You see me
Joe Budden Dumb Out .. the whole track
June 8th, 2007 at 5:30 pm
AZ from Nas’s Life’s A Bitch:
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who’s the baddest a person’s status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I’m destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we’ll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life’s a bitch and then you die
June 8th, 2007 at 5:33 pm
i also loved what AZ said off the track rather unique from doe or die.
I GOT STYLE SICK AS HELL/ SICKER THAN SICKEL CELL /ANEMIA/ SLAUGHTER YOUR CIRCULATORY LIKE LEUKEMIA
June 8th, 2007 at 5:40 pm
Gotta rep one for the righteous sistah rhyme-smiths
Georgia Anne Muldrow; Speakervision
Centuries of hard times
The history that most would deny we must learn
Thinking bout the babies already buying diamonds never taught to give
discipline your actions
speak it straight from your heart
speakervision to repel the negative
JAH
WHATT?!!! that’s Light…
June 8th, 2007 at 9:04 pm
Dead Presidents I- Jay-Z
So sick of niggas, I want money like Cosby who wouldn’t?
This’ the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain’t got no puddin’
Niggas got them kinda dreams from jail
You in the streets nigga make your moves, get your mill’
Niggas’ll coast in the SL but can’t post bail
Niggas’ll, roast a L but, scared to throw your toast, well
I’m here to tell niggas it ain’t all swell
there’s heaven, then there’s hell niggas
One day your cruisin in your 7 next day your sweatin forgettin your lies
Alibis ain’t matchin up, bullshit catchin up
Hit with the rico, they repo your vehico’
Everything was all good just a week ago
‘Bout to start bitchin’ ain’t you? Ready to start snitchin’ ain’t you?
I’ll forgive your weak ass, hustlin’ just ain’t you
Aside from the fast cars; honey’s that shake they
ass at bars you know you wouldn’t be involved
with the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers
East coast bodiers, west coast cap peelers
Little monkey niggas turn gorillas
Stopped in the station; filled up on octane
and now they not sane and not playin’ that goes without sayin’
Slayin’ day in and day out with money playin’ and then they play you out
Tryin’ to escape my own mind, lurkin’ the enemy
Representin’ infinite with presidencies, you know?
June 8th, 2007 at 10:18 pm
Hmmmm, mostly the typical backpacker stuff on here. Ok, I got some ol’ Grown Man shit… I got three…
Nas, Escobar 97
The path we all walk, starts out long it’s like a boardwalk
monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it’s prophecy
happy days balancing with life’s atrocities
hoppin’ in v’s, knowin’ some day I got to lead properly
high up in a five realizing the price paid
for this life laid in the light shade
one might say, top of the world’s two whips, a crib and a girl
quick to celebrate it, poppin’ corks like they made it
pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless
pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives
while you could catch me in a crisp white five
dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on
my theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong
I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
now I grown up, got it chromed up
got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff
niggas acting cool, but it’s really no love
I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch
this is everyday, every second
got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt
got me open while most of these rappers’ll stay burnt
Talib Kweli, 2000 Seasons
Im not a human being into no spirtual shit,
Spiritual being remanifested as a human that’s it
When i spit i spray thoughts that’s representing my life
Yo i step into the spot leave niggas open like mics
Take on em on a tour
Explore psychologies of war
Things you can’t imagine if you’ve never seen em before
Shorties come back raw
Straight out the c- 74
I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws
The world is run by men who use laws for tools
I come thru war tactics like Shaka Zulu
Mcs is soft like play-doh
I shape ‘em
smash em to pieces
Slaves crave the words i’m painting
The masterpieces
You hear em on the radio babbling
But the truth is traveling with the word
As they’re flying through the air like a javelin
Unraveling like a verdict
Pound it in your chest like a gavel in the highest court
In Bablyon, let’s travel on
If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live
Then from the get your ass was foul
And foul just is how you is
No excuses see, life’s dilemmas are set up like a mirror
Just to show you all your faces
Now your clearer understanding is clearer
You had your chance for revolution.
You let it pass you by
That’s why
I’m dissing wack mc’s till the day that I die
Reflection getting you high
We stand our ground with the believers
The leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza
No comparison
The way I flip it is embarrassing
Tis the season
Ain’t no caroling
This one needs no intro. You newbies will never understand.
Too $hort, Anythings Possible
Anything is possible try hard
It ain’t logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinums
and I am still clowin
It ain’t hard
I used to be a broke nigga
Dreamin about brodes and smoking bigger
Dedicated to the rap game
Too $hort I know you know that name
2000 makes me a 20 year veterian
Still making money and I don’t stop rapping
Thats my motto even if you niggas hit the lotto
You never could win not until I go
I know you squares can’t hang with me
What you talking about you can’t spit this game like me
SOME OF Y’ALL SUCKERS NEED TO FALL IN LOVE AND STAY THERE
and quit trying to be a player
Fuck around and fuck your life up
Or a tramp ass bitch with a nice butt
You should of went to collage
Got your degree and a job stop trying to be like me
It’s too hard cause you don’t even know this streets
And me I mack this hoes with need
See and you all you do is smoke that weed
She broke your heart and got you on your knees
But me I know how to treat a bitch
Fuck all that nice ass sweethard shit
Suck my dick now thats foreplay
Now I am about to fuck you on the floor in the doorway
Treat you like a hoe okay? you like that
Leave when I am finished and say I’ll be right back
Bitch! you already knew what it was
Whats a dogg like me going to do with your love
I drive it down the street tied to my bumper
I don’t care how find she is
I am trying to dump her
I already fucked her
You need to get on bitch and find you a sucker
Get married divorced and get half
Maybe you should reason with her before she gets mad
Or maybe my nigga you should slap that bitch
If not then you need to snatch that bitch
By the throught and let her know this is how it goes
Say whats on your mind, now she knows
Some of y’all ladies need to check your man
For acting like a bitch every time he gets a chance
Backslap him tell him shut up and stop crying
And stop all that wineing
Bitch ass nigga you need to buy yourself some business
and quit askin all them motherfucking questions
Ain’t no slaves around here
Ain’t nobody gettin payed around here
It’s all true about this hoes and me
You ain’t got no game you don’t know what she needs
Lame than a motherfucker about this mack shit
Still letting bitchs monipulate your actions
When you going learn how to wear the pants
Try and give this real player rythem a chance
It’s all about the money and feeding your family
If I am macking hoes and you can’t stand me
Keep my name out your ????? mouth
You hate a player and I find out
I might fuck your bitch little sister or your momma
More than one time just to add to the drama
Give you something to talk about
Life long trick learn your mouth
Cause I don’t stop macking and I am always rapping
I fucked your little sister but I was just praticing
Short little bitch I picked her up
Diggin this big ass dick in her gut
I let her walk the funny
Whats wrong $hort Dogg last night got his fuck on
And you was trying to hate me I got cha
I fucked your little sister nigga anything is possible
Last but certainly not least! Honorable mention:
Outkast, Return of the G’
YES MOFO, THE WHOLE SONG! And also Thought Process by Goodie Mob.
June 9th, 2007 at 11:05 am
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter’s eyes
I’m the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortilized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I’d be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I’m Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit
June 10th, 2007 at 3:23 am
mystery of iniquity…aka…why lauryn hill is th illest
Ya’ll can’t handle the truth in a courtroom of lies
Perjures the jurors
Witness despised
Crooked lawyers
False Indictments publicized
Its entertainment…the arraignments
The subpoenas
High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas
Enter the Dragon
Black-robe crooked-balance
Souls bought and sold and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the circus on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous
Publicly perpetrating that “In God We Trust”
Cross-examined by a master manipulator
The faster intimidator
Receiving the judge’s favor
Deceiving sabers doing injury to they neighbors
For status, gratis, apparatus and legal waivers
See the bailiff
Representing security
Holding the word of God soliciting perjury
The prosecution
Political prostitution
The more money you pay.. the further away solution
Legal actors
Babylon’s benefactors
Masquerading as the agency for the clients
Hypocritical giants
Morally non-compliant
Orally armed to do bodily harm
Polluted, recruited and suited judicial charm
And the defense isn’t making any sense
Faking the confidence of escaping the consequence
That a defendant is depending on the system
Totally void of judgment purposely made to twist em’
Emotional victim blackmailed by the henchmen
Framed by intentions
Inventions whereby they lynch men
Enter the false witness slandering the accused
Planting the seed openly showing he’s being used
To discredit, edit, headed for the alleged
Smearing the individual fearing the unsuspected
Expert witness (the paid authority)
Made a priority to deceive the majority
Of disinterested peers
Dodging duty for years
Hating the process
waiting to be returning to their careers
Do we expect the system made for the elect
To possibly judge correct?
Properly serve and protect?
Materially corrupt
Spiritually amuck
Oblivious to the cause
Prosperously bankrupt
Blind leading the blind
Guilty never defined
Filthy as swine
A generation pure in it’s own mind
Legal extortion
Blown out of proportion
In vain deceit
The truth is obsolete
Only two positions:
Victimizer or Victim
Both end up in destruction trusting this crooked system
Mafia with diplomas keeping us in a coma trying to own a piece
of the “American Corona”
The Revolving Door
Insanity every floor
Skyscraping, paper chasing
What are we working for?
Empty traditions
Reaching social positions
Teaching ambition to support the family superstition?
When the Son of Perdition is Commander in Chief
The standard is Thief
Brethren can we candidly speak?
Woe to the men
Trusted in the chariots dem’
Leaning on horses
They run their intellectual sources
Counterfeit wisdom creating the illusion of freedom
Confusion consumes them
Every word they speak it turns them out really white
Internally they absent of light
trapped in the night and bonded to the Cain of the night
Under the curse
Evil men waxing more worse
Faxing the first
Angelic being cast to the earth
It’s time for rebirth
Burnin up the branch and the root
The empty pursuits of every tree bearing the wrong fruit
Turn AND BE HEALED
Let him who stole, no longer steal
Oh Israel
Surrender for Jehovah is real
How long will you sleep
Troubled by the thoughts that YOU keep
The idols YOU heap
Causing the destruction you reap
Judgment has come
Find it and return to the One
Abandon the flesh
Self-interest: Broadway to death
Pride and the Greed
Hide and subdividing the seed
The knowledge of Good and Evil is what caused us to lie
Caused us to die
Let your emotions be crucified
Renounce all your thoughts
Repent and let your mind be re-taught
You’ll find what you sought…was based on the deception you bought
A perception of naught
Where the majority remains caught
Loving a lie
Not realizing in Adam, all die
Loving a lie
Not realizing in Adam, all die
Loving a lie
Not realizing in Adam, all die
Loving a lie
Not realizing in Adam, all die
June 11th, 2007 at 4:05 am
Oh man, I could play this game all day. Let’s see…..Ish on Digable Planet’s “La Femme Fatal” always hits hard, ’cause it’s truly some other shit to hear a brother talkin about women’s reproductive rights.
the fascists are some heavy dudes
they don’t really give a damn about life
they just don’t want a woman to
control her body or have the right to choose
but baby that ain’t nothin
they just want a male finger on the button
because if you say war they will send them to die by the score
aborting mission should be your volition
but if souter and thomas have their way
you’ll be standing in line unable to get welfare while they’re out
hunting and fishing
it has always been around it will always have a niche
but they’ll make it a privelege not a right
accessible only to the rich
Of course, Mos killlllled it on “Thieves In The Night”
Yo, I’m sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain’t really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually — speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted — in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light — rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won’t call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don’t control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it’s, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it’s distressin, there’s never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain’t directed
That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity’s rehearsed in stage, it’s just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I’m tryin to live life in the sight of God’s memory
Like that y’all
“Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers” was just classic all over. Can’t find the lyrics. But my a few of my all all ALL time fave verseS can be found on “Stakes Is High”:
(Pos)
The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I’m bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets
Gun control means using both hands in my land
Where it’s all about the cautious livin’
Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of strugglin’, that shouldn’t be notable
Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable
[Dove]
I’m sick of bitches shakin’ asses
I’m sick of talkin’ about blunts
Sick of Versace glasses
Sick of slang
Sick of half-ass awards shows
Sick of name brand clothes
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks
Sick of swoll’ head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin’ the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin’ sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse
[Pos]
Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it’s all about
A skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people
Who be wastin’ time screaming who they’ve hated
That’s why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated
([Pos]
Yo, it’s about love for cars, love for funds
Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns
Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid
We living in them days of the man-made ways
Where every aspect is vivid
these brothers no longer talk shit
Hey yo, these niggas live it
‘Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone
Plug One translating the zone
No offense to a player, but yo, I don’t play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say?
[Dove]
I say G’s are making figures at a high regard
And niggas dying for it nowadays ain’t odd
Investing in fantasies and not God
Welcome to reality, see times is hard
People try to snatch the credit, but can’t claim the card
Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars
See, shit like that will make your mama cry
Better watch the way you spend it
‘Cause the stakes is high
(Pos)
I think that smiling in public is against the law
‘Cause love don’t get you through life no more
It’s who you know and “How you, son?”
And how you gettin’ in, and who the man holding
Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high
Yo what up, huh? I heard you caught a body
Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti
[Pos]
But they ain’t organized!
[Dove]
Mixing crimes with life enzymes
Taking the big scout route
And niggas know doubt better
Than they know their daughters
And their sons
(Oh boy)
[Pos]
Yo, people go through pain and still don’t gain
Positive contact just like my main man
Who got others cleaning up his physical influence
His mind got congested
He got the nine and blew it
Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody’s neighbors
Just animals surviving with that animal behavior
Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky
Experiments when needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects
When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do
Anything to get the piece of the pie
Electrify
Even die for the cash
But at last I be out even though you wantin’ more
This issue is closed like an elevator door
But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the….
(Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high
Y’all know them stakes is high
When we talkin’ ’bout the
(Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high
Stakes is high, come on
Hip-Hop quotable, indeed.
June 12th, 2007 at 7:59 am
here is another of my personal favorites…
brand nubian - dont let it go to your head (lord jamar)
I heard your single on the battle of the beats
It won five nights, I bet you had the time of your life
Workin so hard, and so long, to make a record
Finally to make a song people respected
Collect the dough at a show as you sip the Mo’
Now you hittin the flo’, you never hit befo’
Got you trippin, how much better could it get?
Got the leather with the work check, all up in the whip
They’re all legitimate, callin it what it’s really not
This is just one single you got, that’s really hot
Tomorrow it could bust just like a blood clot
Leave you in the dust with your body to rot
Another party to rock, if it’s you or if it’s me
it doesn’t matter cause it just won’t stop
Don’t let your gray matter pop
Cause when you release the album
If they don’t cop, you gonna get dropped, so..
“Don’t let it go your head, no!”
Cause one single don’t make you a hit
“Don’t don’t let it go your head, no!”
Stay true to who you are don’t never forget
“Don’t let it go your head, no!”
Keep your feet on solid ground
“Don’t let it go your head, no no no no no!”
Cause what goes up, must come down, uhh
“Don’t let it go your head, no!”
“Don’t don’t let it go your head, no!”
“Don’t let it go your head, no!”
“Don’t let it go your head, no no no no no