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HSFH Intro
00:39
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"Chaka Zulu up inside your stereo. This is nonstop hip hop...once again, ladies and gentlemen..."
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INTRO_scratches
Once again ladies and gentlemen...
VERSE 1
We used to say...
RUN, RUN STEP! - We’re still yellin’ it
Once again ladies and gentlemen...it’s Postell and it’s
The immaculate conception, the super villain that’s
Bout to steal the rap election. Go tell your delegates
I put the checks in the mail. If they expect cash
My perverted stankin’ ass is the definition of elegance
It’s gettin’ harder for rappers to stay relevant
Bout as easy as fuckin’ pedophiles stayin’ celebate
RUN, RUN STEP! - The abolition dance
Runaway slave mentality, you’d probably piss your pants
I never miss the cance to fuck their white women
Psychological revenge for all the niggas that these crackers lynched
Afro-American? I’m Black as shit!
Just try snatchin’ the fried chicken up off my plate
I’d like ta have a fit!
You ain’t know the half of it
‘less you one of these beige niggas that’s all the rage nigga
Like Colin Kapernick
Or Russel Wilson, Drake and ‘em jumpin’ out the drawer
Of a light skinn’ded negro store called Al B. Sure’s
“Gefilte makes you vomit”
This shit sounds like Tip and Phife when they was still with
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
So call me Jack the Rapper
I’m jackin’ Eminem, Ghostface, Mace
Even jackin’ Frank Zappa
Raised in Decatur, roots in Cackalack
Brooklyn - get to steppin’ like a Phi Beta Kappa
You niggas betta...
CHORUS_scratches
RUN, RUN STEP!
Once again ladies and gentlemen...
VERSE 2
Step In The Arena and it’s No More Mister Nice Guy
Take me out my Deep Concentration?...nigga, nice try
Check The Technique, I get ovations
To Flip The Script and Bust Your Shit’s just a Daily Operation
Live by the Code Of The Streets, my Street Ministry
Pay us or they’ll be Chaos in this Soliloquy
Fuck Around and Lay Around?...there’s no time to burn
You gotta Speak Ya Clout ‘cause Mass Appeal is Hard To Earn
New York Straight Talk - don’t holla bout love
Till the Moment Of Truth. This is In Memory Of
One of the Illest in an era who’s now Above The Clouds
If you believe in higher powers, Tha Ownerz is Zonin’ Out
Don’t Take It Personal, Take Two and Pass the cannabis
You Know My Steez, now watch me Manifest
‘Cause It’s a Long Way To Go If You Don’t Know Where Ya Goin’
If You Don’t Know Where Goin’ sit back and let me handle this
Before my debut ‘Salsa From Hell’
Keith Elam’s in The Planet rappin’ bout The Place Where We Dwell
Now I reside in Bed-Stuy, they callin’ me a hipster
Grew up on that Gangstarr so I don’t give a shit, sir
This for my team - still havin’ Technic and SP 1200 dreams
Shout out to Preme!
Still cypher with my inner circle
This is homage to the Gifted Unlimited rapper whose Rhymes is Universal
OUTRO
Keith Elam
The G to the U to the R U
Rest. In. Peace.
Shout to the Gangstarr Foundation
Select Personnel [Productions]...
CHORUS_scratches
RUN, RUN STEP!
Once again ladies and gentlemen...
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Osiris
03:37
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VERSE 1
(Nuh!)
The Osiris of the shit
This here feel like Wu-Tang forever bitch
Obscure samples, 16-bit drums
Cush smoke in my lungs, nigga, feel like '96
Or more like a G took 'bout 90 hits
From a vaporizer. [I] got the munchies
Ate rapper snacks - emcee appetizers
Old but I ain't gettin' wiser
You know you're trill when your Deutschland fans
be yellin' that's "That's my scheisse!"
Made your girl blush like she saw the size of
my erect penis. Made her gush, but more like a geyser
Stingy with the bush, call her pussy miser
She still murder the dick, swear to God, nobody gets it live-er
[I] ain't bein facetious. Man, I'ma fan
You ain't know? Your hoe got the coldest skull cross the land
'Specially with them overactive saliva glands
Talk a lot but chugs a cock like a budweiser can
What a woman! I'll probably write this song about her.
Just to show you suckas I'm the trillest nigga out here
It's reasonable, but I doubt there's
a goddamn one who rocks like Jason
Whether it's ‘in’ or ‘outdoors’.
"You know nothin’" Before, you knew a bloodclottin’ lot
I freeze up all these hip hoppers that you swear is hot
Postell, that's the name - please wear it out!
Apologies in advance, Mama, I'm 'bout to swear a lot
[A] good protestant upbringing, [my] parents can't condone
sinfulness. Specifically, when I confess it on microphones
Religiously I've grown.
In fact, I'm droppin' Big Baby Jesus shits.
Call me Asun Jones (Nuh!)
CHORUS
The Osiris of the shit!
R. I. P. ODB, forever bitch
Stick out our necks like an ostrich
No days off until it pays off
And leave a nigga awful rich
Act like you know, like you won an Oscar, bitch
Or call the cops, yo. We ‘bout to kill it
With extreme prejudice, like a bigot
The crowds screamin', when I say
"Can You Dig It!"
VERSE 2
Last but never least. Beast long, forever last
Like I got a GED, see I ain't never had no class, nigga
Graduated from the school of hard knocks
With some hard rocks who sold hard rock
just to get cash, nigga
Blue tops. Adidas shoe box - where they stashed figures
Talk shit and back it up like they eatin' ass, nigga
Smoke you like hash cigarettes
Punk shawdies, Kurupt young gottis
They probably rap with Daz, Nigga
So please don't think
I ain't a Warrior. The armor I got on don't chink
Oh… And even if my plans get wrinkled, my start don't twinkle
I still get plenty hole that's pink
A hard on for hard drums and my dick don't shrink
Drop feces on you hoes like my shit don't stink
So, so let me see your hands in the sky 'fore I go
Like Shimmy shimmy ya, Shimmy yam, shimmy yuh (Nuh!)
CHORUS
The Osiris of the shit!
R. I. P. ODB, forever bitch
Stick out our necks like an ostrich
No days off until it pays off
And leave a nigga awful rich
Act like you know, like you won an Oscar, bitch
Or call the cops, yo. We ‘bout to kill it
With extreme prejudice, like a bigot
The crowds screamin', when I say
"Can You Dig It!"
OUTRO
I can bake rhymes good as a Tastykake
I can bake
I - I - I can bake
I - I - I can bake rhymes good as a Tastykake
I can bake rhymes good as a Tastykake
I can bake rhymes good as a Tastykake
I can bake
I - I can bake
I - I can bake rhymes good as a Tastykake
mix / This style? I mastered this
NUH!
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VERSE 1 [Postell]
Me and my guy B Side was in the ride
Bumpin’ Tribe out the trunk, feel the thump like it’s ‘95
Everybody young and old feelin’ the vibe
Hotter than July but we the coldest niggas alive
We decide to hit a club downtown Manhattan
I’m in the passenger, tonight B-Side’s the captain
Get inside and, yup, the crowd is crackin’
Head to the bar for a shot of yack and
Something to sip on. Dip on, shake a hip on the dancefloor
DJ’s playin’ them jams that women and men throw up they hands for
Suddenly I see a broad with a vicious booty
Slender waist, china doll face and delicious boobies
Type of bod that’ll make you write an homage
Couldn’t be real - That ass has to be a mirage
Oh. My. Gosh! There ain’t no shame in my game
I walked over, asked her name, she said it plain (Nicki Minaj)
Stop playin’! Just like the sanger?
Ya kinda look like her, you could be her doppelganger
Started grindin’ and feelin’ on her body parts
Her behind commit a crime ‘cause her booty stole my heart
Exchanged digits. Usually a playa play
But she invaded my brain, had to text her right away
To say “Shawdy, don’t want you to get it twisted
But I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you this miss…”
CHORUS
People want what Grandma and Grandaddy had
But they ain’t had choices, Baby we do!
If I could stop the record, spin it back and then
Play it one mo’ gin, I think I’d choose you
VERSE 2
If you can’t comprehend the hold Nicki had on me
Obviously, bro, you ain’t know of her anatomy
Hourglass! Hoping our past ‘causes chemistry
Must be obsessed because I had to see
I learned ‘the game’ from pimps in Cadillacs
O.G. players with canes, big frames, no cataracts
Guarding my ego, like “She ain’t all that”
But screamed like a giddy school girl when she chose to call me back
And forth for weeks. Til’ Nicki finally invite me over
Thinkin’ I’ma ‘git it, git it’. She gave me the cold shoulder
She said let’s keep it open. Told me to slow my motor
Plot thickens ‘cause my Charles Dickens really wants some closure
Now I’m never sober. Can only dream to hold her
Til’ one night she pulls up to my crib in a tinted Rover
Long trench coat, Manolo’s and bare shoulders
Opens up the coat and she was more bare, even lower
Took command, put a clutch on my baby cobra
Almost exploded in my pants like a supernova
Worked my black boner all night like a slave owner
Before Nicki left I grabbed her arm and told her
CHORUS
People want what Grandma and Grandaddy had
But they ain’t had choices, Baby we do!
If I could stop the record, spin it back and then
Play it one mo’ gin, I think I’d choose you
(Choose who?) Choose you
Yeah, I’d probably choose you
(Choose who?) Choose you
Yeah, I know I’d choose you
Baby, I choose you!
VERSE 3
Ain’t never met a woman that made me that loopy
Feel like my man Mos and she Ms. Fat Booty
My homie B complains, he say I went insane
Only thang ever on my brain is (Nicki Minaj)
He say, if there’s a looney bin, I should check in
All I know is that I’m at her call if she beckons
Worst case of pussy whippin’ that you ever witnessed
Feel like I cam down with a sickness called (Nicki Minaj)
Similar to AIDS...or maybe just the mumps
I’m dyin’ cause she ain’t text or called me in months
Goin’ through withdrawal like an addict shootin’ junk
Spankin’ while I’m thankin’ bout her trunk. OH! (Nicki Minaj)
I’m over her though. It’s been like half a year
I’m good now. WIth a new girl. Just so you all are clear
Then out of nowhere. Nicki’s at me door, trench coat like before
And then she whispers in my ear...
OUTRO CHORUS [Lil RASPY]
People want what Grandma and Grandaddy had
But they ain’t had choices, Baby we do!
If I could stop the record, spin it back and then
Play it all again, I think I’d choose you
(Choose who?) Choose you
Yeah, I’d probably choose you
(Choose who?) Choose you
Yeah, I know I’d choose you
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Game I’ll Never Win
03:59
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VERSE 1
Yo -
What I have to say is tough baby, but I don’t believe in love
You’ll start it with a push, I’ll end it with a shove
You rainin’ down affection, I’m drownin’ in your flood
From every angle you strangle me, baby, with your hugs
You say you “Love me” but - but what the hell is “Love”?
That ain’t sufficient. Clarify what it encompasses
It’s monstrous, confuses all of us
We wax poetic, pathetic shit, more accurate to call it lust
When you look at me - I blush, just your smell - I caught a rush
But your sensuous kisses - girl, that’s not enough
I buy a lot of stuff - expensive food to feed you
Fancy thangs to treat you, and still that ain’t no guarantee to keep you
You say it’s all that you feel?
I’ve seen my parents fall in, then out of it that quick - so how could it be real?!
Some say it last long but we not Bill or Camille
So sick of love songs, girl, and I’m not even Neo
But still, you inspire me to write ‘em
Irrational, taught emotions is vaginal, have to fight ‘em
With zeal - dreamin’ that we could be an item
But them dreams ain’t welcome here, so please don’t invite ‘em
CHORUS
And it feels like a game that I’ll never win
So baby,
Say that you love me again
Yeah
Yeah
Say that you love me...
Yeah
VERSE 2
Liebe. Aşk. Ai. Mi amor.
Six thousand ways to say “Love”. You’ve heard ‘em all before
Girl, I ain’t no hater or mean muggin’
But if you say it million times, how the fucks it ‘spose to mean somethin’
Sure your favorite sangers sing about it.
Can’t trust them, man, they wouldn’t have a damn career without it
My heros were rappers, former trappers with flows
And lesson one was that we shouldn’t love you hoes
‘Cause you can’t believe ‘em. And every playa ‘bove you knows
Even if I actually love you though?...
STOP! -- You’re breakin’ down my defenses. Feel it sinking’ in, so -
(Say that you love me…) -- NO!
Listen Juliet, I don’t wanna be your Romeo
I ain’t Bobby Brown, I don’t need a Tender Roni, yo
I ain’t makin’ no retro love jams, I ain’t Chromeo
“No, means, No” This love’s not consensual
Cause we gotta meet in the middle before we grow
Or we’ll be at each other's throats before we know
And I don’t wanna fight you toe-to-toe
But before you reach the door, gotta make it clear for you go
CHORUS
That I know it’s just a game that I’ll never win
So lady,
Say that you love me again
Yeah
Yeah
Say that you love me…
Yeah
Say that you love me again
Yeah
Yeah
Say that you love me...
Yeah
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Ballad 43 Revisited
04:17
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VERSE 1
Feels like this life keeps closing in on us
It happens so much it makes it hard to adjust
See, I never ever felt this way
No. I can’t wait
Now. I can’t wait
To sleep ‘cause in my dreams
Is where we’d live each day
If I had my way
Everything’d be okay
But I know now that by and by
We’d go astray, so
I can’t stay
Remember it was...
CHORUS
(Just you & me) That’s all I ever wanted
(Just you & me) I thought it’d never be
(Just you & me) Until it finally was
(Just you & me) Now it just ain’t enough
VERSE 2
We used to fuck all night long
Wake up [and] Cherish the Day like a Sade song
Hopeful and so soulful
You got a Mob of Goodies and pussy was like Soul Food
To this old fool. I call it ‘comforting’
My pleasure was to find your buried treasure - make you cum for me
Never selfish with your love, you’d save some for me
[You] knew something would hurt my pride, you would play dumb for me
But when you’d run for me, I’d run away
Treated commitment like it meant somebody took my fun away
We’d fight like Mr. & Mrs. Smith - guns a blaze
But without you at night, it’s like somebody took the sun away
They warn you ‘bout the premature “I Do”
Somehow we disease’d like diabetes - Type Two
Back then, I was psyched too
But what I know now, I wish that I knew.
When it was just…
CHORUS 2x
(Just you & me) That’s all I ever wanted
(Just you & me) I thought it’d never be
(Just you & me) Until it finally was
(Just you & me) Now it just ain’t enough
BRIDGE 2x
Just you and me now
Just you and me now
Just you...
Just me...
VERSE 3
I wrote a song, summer ‘95
Hopin’ somewhere it’d be heard, bringin’ someone to my side
Who would ride wit me and confide in me
Plus abide with my foolishness, hooliganishness and my wide
Range of mood swings. Need a mood ring just to know
Which ones comin’ next. If I could I would show
You. But it wouldn’t change the outcome
The “What if I’d done’s” or the “How come’s”
Naw. Never been much of a romantic
No sweet nothin’. No Voyage to Atlantis
All and all, glad you succame to my advances
But see we had our chance when
it was…
CHORUS 2x
(Just you & me) That’s all I ever wanted
(Just you & me) I thought it’d never be
(Just you & me) Until it finally was
(Just you & me) Now it just ain’t enough
OUTRO
Remember it was just…
That’s all I ever wanted
I thought it’d never be
Until it finally was
Naw, it ain’t enough, darlin’
(4x)
That’s all I ever wanted
I thought it’d never be
Until it finally was
Now it just ain’t enough
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VERSE [Postell]
Yeah, here we go again
I’m like Dougie or Ricky and this is called The Show, and then
Call up your hoes again, tell ‘em call me
The Pervert if I ain’t yet had the lovely of knownin’ them
Decatur, GA is my origins
Brooklyn’s where you go, by the way, you wanna see more of him
And if you don’t, you’re better off ignorin’ him
‘Cause even glancing in my direction I view as encouragement
Like a panhandler that’s on your train
Smellin’ like cheese, beggin’ “please, can you spare some change”
Singin’ off key, ain’t crazy but you can’t call me sane
Avoid my eye contact but I know that y’all hear what I’m sayin’
BING-BONG! Watch your ass as the doors close
Screamin’ stop the violence while I’m reaching for my 4-4
Dance my nigga jig and steppin’ all on your toes
Show up late for your party and eat all of your hor d'oeuvres
It’s hard to be a fan of us
Run up in your house and housin’ all your lil dill cucumber and mayo sandwiches
My fam is barely standin’ us
Have the type of nights [that] the next morning I get a huge bill for all the damages
I’m all cantankerous, I call all of ‘em slanders
I grip my balls and pause for all of the cameras
Y’all shoot the shit like enimas
You’re kinda _________, but you’re cool. Like you all from Canada
Came up in a different era -
The Ninties, nigga. Couldn’t even rap unless you had a pair a
Balls, a pound weed, a fatigue and timberland wearer
The realest niggas was from The Eighties and they was wearin’ mascera
So now you find me on your YouTubes
The dude rappin’ next to the bitch with the painted blue boobs
Rhyme old school, simultaneously break the new rules
Ignore the Torah, singin’ Christmas carols like some new Jews
‘Shalom’ to my Hebraic friends.
‘A salaam wa alaikum’ to the Muslims in the mosque
I hope y’all Christians and Catholics don’t get your way again
I’d love to tell the cock-suckers and carpet-munchers it’s okay to be gay again
(It’s OKAY!) Equal opportunity offender.
Corrupt senator with no political agenda
Sing and rap over boom bap genre bender
Career ender?...Maybe. I’m just prayin’ that y’all feelin’ this
I don’t know, just seems some emcees seem rife for the killin’. It’s
not tyranist. In fact, you should think it generous
It’s rigourous! Ridding the world of these vociferous
rappers. And I could learn you. Perhaps I’ll write you a syllabus
So stop your panicin’
Y’all rather look good losin’ like an abusin’ and boozin’ Kenneth Cole manikin
We beach cruisin’, buildin’ castles in the sand again
Fugly Mutha-uckers that’s choosin’ from several plans to win
Put it on wax, like lanolin
Got the Whoomp-Ass in the trunk, bout to open a can again
Cush in my lung parts, Young Darth, call me Anakin
On Da Move interlude - Niggas is on the lamb again (and singin’)
Run. Step. Bounce, Nigga. Bounce
Run, run. Step. Bounce, Nigga
No cubic zirconia, we like Smooth B. ice
And I’ma leave you with advice from his partner Greg Nice, who said...
CHORUS
Ayo Ayo
I smoke the blunt
Hit the skins
Get what I want
It ain’t no need to front
Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the...C’mon
Repeat 2X
Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the
Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the
Sat her on my lap, Sat her on my lap
Sat her on my lap stick my finger in the...C#%T!
OUTRO [Greg Nice]
When I finished I smoked the blunt!
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VERSE 1 [Postell]
Eggs over easy, bacon in the frying pan
Bourbon in my coffee, cocktails with Vicodins
The Black Dolph Lungren. I play the villain, man
Pussy in abundance. Welcome to the Lion’s Den
ROAWR!!! They run at the mere sight of him
Your favorite emcee’s gettin’ sonned like I sired them
My girl RASPY, take out hoes like firemen
Without the hydrants, like Chaka Demus and Pliers (DAMN!)
It’s murder she wrote, you heard I’ma GOAT
The proof is in every _____ word I emote
Shout to the Chevy Rydah - my nigga NOTE
And B-Side. Select Personnel - we ain’t a joke!
Find me in London with my crew G, J, and Jax
Three shows today, one on the way, tell your hoe relax
The Retar’s (aka The Rap Pack) still be rippin’ raw raps
Tearin’ down your goals like the Magic or LSU Shaq
First here and the last to leave
Hustle hard like a got a hundred mouths the feed
Or a hundred keys / I need some pussy, dear
On your period? I don’t care, bitch, Let It Bleed
Like a Rolling Stones album
Or the outcome in Bed-Stuy when the cops be profilin’
Wanna call my bluff? Keep dialin’
Tryin’ to change the game with that lame shit? You wildin’!
CHORUS 1
Vodka bottles / Bloody Mary’s gettin’ topped off
Dope beats for breakfast...Don’t forget the Hot Sauce
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce
VERSE 2 [Postell]
Ain’t it bizarro
So much to live for but rap like there’s no tomorrow
Styles upon styles, I got flows you can borrow
Save the best for Soul, my nephew, and his little bro Taro
Plus my baby boi Otis
I’m buildin’ on a legacy, if y’all didn’t notice
Fillin’ up seats with fans - That includes my opponents
And givin’ niggas tickets like these cops fill up quotas
I’d rather that than glock bullets
Black Lives Matter till one of these scaredy cops pull it
And lives shatter. Politicians actin’ reckless
That’s why I tell my homies, “Dudes, finish your breakfast!”
VERSE 3 [NOTE]
One time for your muthafuckin’ mind
Two timing-ass hoes as my friends, I run it back and begin
I cop a squat up in the booth and start confessin’ my sins
Full clip is extend though - what I’m gon’ pretend fo’
Make a bitch move her head up and down like cresendo
That’s the point I climax. Sharpen the battle ax
The Black Paul Bunyan, swingin’ at your neck nigga (Check me!)
Bitches talkin’ greezy cuz they hate me but respect me
It’s a fine line, manage my shine like a jewelry store owner
The Devil knows you’re dead and you're a goner
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce on my scrambled with cheese
I’m flippin’ hoes with a spatula at 30 degrees
It’s too cold, cold, cold, cold
It’s too cold, cold, cold, cold
It’s too cold!
CHORUS 2
Poached eggs benedict, make sure the yolks soft
Mimosas chased with manischewitz - Mazoltuv!
More bottles of prosecco. Fuck the cost
Stomach stuffed to the summit, lookin’ like Rick Ross
Glazed donuts filled up with foie gras
A bowl of Molly’s while I’m jammin’ to Luther Vandross
Kale banana smoothie, buns with a hot cross
Dope beats for breakfast...Don’t forget the Hot Sauce
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce.
Don’t you dare forget it
OUTRO [Otis Pringle]
Don’t forget the Hot Sauce!
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9. |
Gotta Girl
03:42
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VERSE 1 [Postell]
I Gotta Girl like Lindsay on Freaks and Geeks
Whip smart, big heart, knows where and when not to speak
Stunning frame, fancy heel game on her feet
And when she gives me head (MWAH!)...It’s cherchez magnifique!
I spit dumb raps, I don’t need your damn critique
[Gotta Girl]
(Va) tailler une pipe et sauter dans la baie de Chesapeake
[Postell]
That’s french for “Eat a dick and go jump in the Chesapeake”
You’ll lose you poise like you lost your boyz, Mr. Cheeks!
Whippin’ a Zipcar, the whole clique rollin’ deep
Bumpin’ Le Freak by Chic, dipped like The Iron Sheik
My bitch look like Sgt. Slaughter, different physique
Showin’, still she stone rollin’ like Raphael Saadiq
Got Africans reppin’ Mozambique.
Bunch a niggas dressed in togas and saddles, it’s like they think they greek
We seven days a week, fuck all the meet and greet
You should join the party, ditch your clothes and getchu a sheet
And tell your hoe she should stop being so oblique
Wanna see her human highlights, call her Dominique
Wilkins. I’m like a milkman when I skeet skeet
Get it?!...Sweet.
CHORUS
Lemme tell you ‘bout a girl named...
I wanna girl with a…
Oh, girl…
Lemme tell you ‘bout a girl named...
I’d be in trouble if you leave me now…
Git it girl!
I love…
Love…
Girls, girls, girls, girls!
VERSE 2 [Postell]
I Gotta Chick like Cece on New Girl
Beauty effervescent, makes you wanna give her new pearl
Necklaces on her breasts-seses, with a swirl
Meeting her feel(s) like Columbus when that wop found the New World
She been around, country gal, like she knew Merle
Haggard, tremendous swagger, makes you do twirls
But keeps it locked tight for her man like a Jew curl
And got them saltines, ya’mean, when a dude Earls
[Gotta Girl]
¡Cámbialo, bebé!
She say ‘switch up the rhyme scheme’
Hands me an ice pack, mexican coke and Visine
Chatty Cathy but she got the biggest fatty I seen
Feel like Jim Carrey in Me, Myself and Irene
Turn on the sirene. Have to call for backup
when she back that ass up all on my high beam
Mounts me like a mountie, hoovers my cream
In her mouth, knowwhatI’mtalkinbout...plus she got good hygiene
Slam it in her basket while she set a high screen
Post up in her box while she set a high screen
Slam it in her basket like Hakeem, call it hoop dreams
Alley-ooping, a franchise player on any team
But I’m glad it’s mine...nah’mean!
CHORUS
Lemme tell you ‘bout a girl named...
I wanna girl with a…
Oh, girl…
Lemme tell you ‘bout a girl named...
I’d be in trouble if you leave me now…
Git it girl!
OUTRO [Postell]
Yo, B Side, this beat sound like 1989
Yo baby, I’ma sing it to you like this one time.
It go…
You! You got what I need
But you say he’s just a friend
Yeah, you say he’s just a friend
Oh baby, you! You got what I need
But you say he’s just a friend
Yeah, you say he’s just a...friend
I love…
Love…
Girls, girls, girls, girls!
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10. |
More or Less
05:04
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PIANO INTRO [Adrianne Duncan]
VERSE 1 [Postell]
If L-I-F-E were the SAT exam I wouldn’t test great
CP Time - I’d probably show up to the test late
My problems, I don’t even tell to my best mates
I hold all of my troubles up tight to my breast plate
Feels like a dead weight pressed against me
I’m convinced the only way to deal with it all eventually
Is to ‘not’ - Repress it all ‘til I explode from my self hate
A douchebag with no breaks. Stuck in a Kanye West-state
Call it Illinois. Like I get no realer joy
Than to make you sick and aggravated - ill and annoyed
Crash to Earth like an asshole asteroid
Enough bad deeds to make the good ones null and void
Stay addicted to these stress relievers
Inhale all my anxieties while blown out sativa
YES!...You’re now rockin’ with the Best
Of the Worst. It’s still a ‘best’ I guess
More or Less
CHORUS
Cross the line one to many times
If it was yours now I know it’s mine
Pretty sure that I lost my mind (mind)
More or Less
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VERSE 2
Prost! To your foes that are itchin to roast you
They push you to excellence so to them you should toast to
Funny, the ones we love, who we should be the most close to
Are the folks we treat the most cruel - In the world
Like my girl, to whom I should be muhfuckin’ grateful
She a blast but in the past I’ve been less than faithful
Everything good in my life, I think I’m thankful
Fillin’ up on contentment but can’t seem to keep my muhfuckin’ tank full
Or my bank full - sure, I’m a triple threat
But still a slave to debt like I got shackles ‘round my ankles
“I want that old thing back”...I’m talkin’ bout my money
Soon as I get new stacks, I spend ‘em like a dummy
Guess you could call me a work in progress
A boxer with a mean right hook who’s still got no left
Duckin’ and bobbin’ and weavin’ till I got no breath
Fightin’ to the death but still fresh
More or Less
CHORUS
Cross the line one to many times
If it was yours now I know it’s mine
Pretty sure that I lost my mind (mind)
More or Less
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VERSE 3
You’re your own worst enemy?! - Try being your own terrorist
“You got self esteem issues”, says my psychotherapist
I’m fucked up! And I’m aware that its
Gonna take more than a couple hundred dollar sessions to take care of this
I live with so much bitterness
I feel no one would give a shit if I woke up slit my wrist
Stress balled up in my chest, tight as fist
Every jam I’ve made to bang in your car thus far is contradicting this
But what’s the point of mixin’ up a song to make you yawn
I’d rather make ‘em ring alarms, something you can sing along
To. Have you hummin’ like Lena Horne
Want you ears to be my 80’s crack whores - rhymes that they’ll be fiendin’ on
So keep it goin’ - for you I shoot the gift
And Set Adrift on Me Memory Bliss so we can rock it to the PM Dawn
And even if I am depressed,
just know I’ll always give you more, know it or not
More or Less
CHORUS
Cross the line one to many times
If it was yours now I know it’s mine
Pretty sure that I lost my mind (mind)
More or Less
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11. |
Fellini’s (me & Chan)
04:07
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VERSE 1
I drop funny rhymes and punchlines like my mouth is my anus
Rest In Peace to Harold Ramus
What’s the point of livin’? Givin’ it all when it’s all aimless
More futile ruse than the illusion of bein’ famous
At times it feels unfair we were born in this cold world
So I commiserate with Chan Marshall - That’s my homegirl
Caught in the rat race, when things slow down
We catch brunch at Fellini’s in Atlanta - our hometown
Ponce de Leon local. Barely remember when and how
we met. Shit, not even I know now
All I know is once a year we split a pie, salad, a couple of beers
Reminisce past and the passing of some of our peers
Like my homie Jamal Pryor aka Slo-Mo
Had them rhymes that was ‘hot fire’
But Chan say, “We all live to die. Don’t ask no questions why.
Just throw your wine glass for Slo up high”
CHORUS
We drink cava the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie
Served buffalo wings by bitches in bikinis
Oxycontin cocktails with bellinis
Over pizza pie we think on those who died
Me & Chan at Fellini’s
VERSE 2
Heroine burin’ too many of my folk in a coffin
Rest In Peace to Phillip Seymore Hoffman
He remind me of my ace, named Mason Adair
Multi-talented, intelligent - I sure wish he were here
The incarnate definition of having no fear
‘Cause he would go like a cart, once you put him gear
Feels like a pourin’ out a sip of every beer
That’s why I reminisce with Chan every year
Over a large veggie pie, extra crispy crust
Chan say she “take country love over city lust
any day. It breaks your heart. Tougher than given pills and coke up”
Feels like she died inside when her and Giovanni broke up
It’s a lot to soak up. We used to toke up
Mason got one last taste of ‘H’, took a nap and never woke up
And every time I think of him I choke up
Chan say “It’s good to talk about Mason, Jason.
Aren’t you glad you spoke up?”
CHORUS
We drink cava the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie
Served buffalo wings by bitches in bikinis
Oxycontin cocktails with bellinis
Over pizza pie we think on those who died
Me & Chan at Fellini’s
Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s
Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s
Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s
Me and Cat Power
VERSE 3
Feel like a martian from outer space - It’s so hard concealin’
My face to the human race. It’s hard not revealin’
The pain that fills up the place of these hard feelin’s
So Rest In Peace to Robin Williams
Chan say “We ALL depressives”. The thought of that is scary
I ain’t Pac - can’t holla loud enough for y’all to hear me
Not the only one, we all get weary
‘Cept for the purest soul I’ve ever known once owned by Benny Tassinari
Benny Taz possess the kinda soul that make you go “Oh my Gah!
He’s like a mix between Otis Redding and Yo-Yo Ma!”
Died of cancer at age thirty
If songs about you’s the biggest honor, Benny was thirty albums worthy
And Chan say “We need kinship.
Remember Jamal, Mason and Benny Taz when you think of friendship”
I told Chan “I’ll think of you. ‘Til our next hiatus.
Like the title of your seventh album, Cat, you The Greatest”
CHORUS
We drink cava the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie
Served buffalo wings by bitches in bikinis
Oxycontin cocktails with bellinis
Over pizza pie we think on those who died
Me & Chan at Fellini’s
Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s
Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s
Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s
Me and Cat Power
Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s
Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s
Me & Chan Marshall at Fellini’s
Me and Cat Power
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12. |
The Juju
04:51
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VERSE 1
Back to hero from villain - LeBron James-like
Got a feelin’ my team is still in the wrong game (psych!)
But for a shilling, still load a shell and take long aim
At any rapper that’s William Shatnerin’ - abstain
From the theatrics ‘cause I ain’t willin’ to talk tame
They call me HOV - it’s like I got my own lane
The rap jihadist, commit a murder in Gods vain
Confess the crime and only give ‘em the songs name
They want the story straight - I don’t wane
For the dough I kill a Doe. Just don’t know if that hoe was John or Jane
I want big bills, all I see is little change
A little cash money but a lot of Lil Waynes
Homie, hear what I’m sayin’?
Turn up the gain knob while I’m recordin’
I’m talkin’ higher than Corey Haim
I make bitches scream like Johnny Fontaine
Call up my crew and go play a Norwegian lawn game
KUBB!
CHORUS
How you want it, we can give it to you
You want the raw, off the wall, hot doo-doo
That Oh My God, Allahu Akbar, Juju
That shit you ain’t heard since Premiere and Guru
It’s for us, by us - FUBU
Better get my numbers straight like you play sudoku
You think we crazy now, you ain’t seen cuckoo, but…
How you want it, we can give it to you
VERSE 2
Brooklyn streets - where killers pack pistol heat
It ain’t sweat. The cops are brazen if you’re Black, brown even Asian
They’re blazen. You’ll hit the pavement
Like Luther Van, man, it’s so amazin - They’re Hell Raisin’
Where the gangtas get admiration
Where catching’ a cold is rarer than catching’ a case and
So they squeeze first. Burst - with no hesitation
Get the answers to your questions at 11 on you local TV stations
Young thuggies lack the patience
They want their reparations. Fuck waitin!
Violent - they grab the iron. Not enough room on this island
To coexist. Like Dominicans and Hatians
You growin’ up with this imagin’ the frustrations
Now folks throwin’ hissy fits over gentrification
Take it or leave it - make a ghetto migration
Well I’ma take it...who’s with me?
C’mon let’s take ‘em!
CHORUS
How you want it, we can give it to you
You want the raw, off the wall, hot doo-doo
That Oh My God, Allahu Akbar, Juju
That shit you ain’t heard since Premiere and Guru
It’s for us, by us - FUBU
Better get my numbers straight like you play sudoku
You think we crazy now, you ain’t seen cuckoo, but…
How you want it, we can give it to you
BREAK
Money grownin’ like grass with the...
VERSE 3
TOTAL CHAOS! Nothin’ can save or protect you from The Juju
Hip hop hoodoo - my voodoo scripture
That old black magic elixir - Your girl sips the nectar?
It’s a wrap! No way that you can protect her
More disorder than a horror motion picture
My words are the images, but the beat is the film projector
of my ghetto action adventure. I’m the director
Of these herringbone flows - up close you can feel the texture
Save the lecture. Schools out for the semester
Since our black president bounced, these crackers been actin’ extra
Wanna get a banana clip, fill the tech up
Like Malcolm El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz after he went to Mecca
Just keep it sunny like Honolulu
No disrespect but go suck a dick, like Lieutenant Sulu
Don’t make me treat you like you a Tutsi and I’m a Hutu
But how you want it, we can give it to you
CHORUS 2x
How you want it, we can give it to you
You want the raw, off the wall, hot doo-doo
That Oh My God, Allahu Akbar, Juju
That shit you ain’t heard since Premiere and Guru
It’s for us, by us - FUBU
Better get my numbers straight like you play sudoku
You think we crazy now, you ain’t seen cuckoo, but…
How you want it, we can give it to you
OUTRO [Malcolm X AKA El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz]
...this is love talk...
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13. |
I.O.U.
04:52
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VERSE 1
Granddaddy’s name was Jimmie, Grandpapa’s name was Wilson
Both of ‘em serious. Also silly as Leslie Nielsen
‘Specially Jimmie. Funniest dude I ever met
If he was jonein’ you, that shit would rival Richard Pryors best
And I was barely six, behind the ears soaken wet
Aggy. Not known him crackin’ at me was how he loved me. YES!
If you was alive I swear I’d strive to make you laugh.
All the folks you split in half...I know that’s how I’d (Pay you back!)
Jimmie loved ladies. Was faithful - most his life.
Had a falling out with Ma about his mistress when the sickness took his wife
Observing Jimmie I became a flirt
Much to the chagrin of my girl, every chic, precious pearl and dame that I’ve hurt
Whupped me when I lied. Said “A guys word, he keeps
‘Cause if a mans word ain’t nan - he shouldn’t drop his jaw to speak”
Died of cancer still laughin’. At what I’ll never be sure
But what I know is that if I become half the man that you were maybe I’ll...
CHORUS
(Pay You Back) I can’t
(Pay You Back) No way that I can
(Pay You Back) But I promise you
(Pay You Back) I can’t
(Pay You Back) I know I’ll never
(Pay You Back) Still I promise to
(Pay You Back) I can’t
(Pay You Back) No way I’ll ever
(Pay You Back) But I swear it too
‘Cause I. O. U.
VERSE 2
Grandpapa’s name was Wilson, Granddaddy’s name was Jimmie
Both proud family men who couldn’t fix their mouths to say gimme
‘Specially Wilson - O.G. model of the self made
Man with a well played
Plan as he Hell raised!
Damnation! Preacher of higher education
Went from teachin’ at all, to principal to school board chairman
Kinda reminded me of Michael Corleone in his chair, man
Legs crossed. The Boss - “Never put anything before the fam”
Highly decorated World War II veteran, played the better man
Even when unfit white boys were promoted ahead of him
See, Wilson was hard-headed, razor-sharp witted
Authentic, when he smiled - Wow! That’s probably where I get it
And Aunt Loretta forgave him for suggesting Cousin Raymond
Be adopted. A child born out of wedlock for him was awkward
My Pop wept when his father died. Barely 5’9” but a giant in our eyes
Long as I’m alive, I swear to God I’m gonna...
CHORUS
(Pay You Back) I can’t
(Pay You Back) No way that I can
(Pay You Back) But I promise you
(Pay You Back) I can’t
(Pay You Back) I know I’ll never
(Pay You Back) Still I promise to
(Pay You Back) I can’t
(Pay You Back) No way I’ll ever
(Pay You Back) But I swear it too
‘Cause I. O. U.
VERSE 3
My Pops - they called him Phil. Ma - her name was Deloris
They fell in love in a rush, in fever, they couldn’t believe it. They married, of course
Honeymoons over. Then comes fightin’ and yellin’ and screamin’ till they were hoarse
Phil and Deloris move to Decatur then 7 years later, they got divorced
Two little black boys - left like latch key kids to pick up the pieces
Mama found rage and depression to cope. Forgiving him? Nope! So Papa found Jesus
Guess he had too many demons. Ma had so many issues. Too many reasons why
Surprised they stayed together this long, kept on for so many seasons
Older son watching the younger one threw off the gloves
Hit him the first time the younger one stole, beat him the first time he caught him with drugs
Pushed and he shoved. Punched him until there was blood. Naw, he never gave hugs
Makin’ him tougher than leather, that’s how the older son showed the younger one love
Parents, Big Brother and Younger wish they could spin it back and restart
But it’s okay, like Big Boi and Dre would say “Storytellings an Art”
When it got dark and they were scarred, they never fell completely apart
The cuts were sharp but thanks to them I got this bulletproof heart
I.O.U.
CHORUS
(Pay You Back) I can’t
(Pay You Back) No way that I can
(Pay You Back) But I promise you
(Pay You Back) I can’t
(Pay You Back) I know I’ll never
(Pay You Back) Still I promise to
(Pay You Back) I can’t
(Pay You Back) No way I’ll ever
(Pay You Back) But I swear it too
‘Cause I. O. U.
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MOVEMENT ONE
VERSE 1 [Postell]
I’m horror, paranormal rapper from Amityville
Who’s bout to start a movement of niggas like Emmett Till
What The Fuck! - Just a bag o’ nut. Bitch, you broke the seal
Just makin’ forward thinkin’ music with a retro feel
Me and my partner B Side make classics still
He’s Erick. I’m Parrish. The rest of y’all niggas best ta chill
I stays up in pussy. Call me massengill
Money ain’t grownin’ like grass, but it’s still green - mass appeal
I got charisma in the bank - 20 trill
Hit up my homie Kate Stone. She got a flask of Makers. What the deal
Is? She says “Let’s hit the Guggenheim!” That’s surrealness
Bourbon got us bouncin’ off the walls like some happy meal
Kids! Show y’all little niglets how to do this thang
And love the life you live. Word to my homie Benton Greene
They never look to me to say, he the epitome of rap
So while I wake ‘em up, y’all go take a nap
(Fuckahs!)
CHORUS [NOTE]
Y’all stay on top what the web say
While we play crochet sippin’ rosé
Call us weird, fine dawg, that’s okay
Fleetwood Mac “You can go your own way”
Y’all must be gone on that José
Thinkin’ that we care what you hoes say
José - hoes say a lot
Still, we don’t care what you hoes say
Naw
VERSE 2 [Postell]
“How they be ackin’ so strange, yet so arrogant?”
Shout to The Retar Crew, my band of merry men
Spreadin’ merriment from Chi to Bed-Stuy, the hood
They say that we a problem but I say that problems good
Amazing Spidey spectacular, Green Goblin good
Your bitch is lucky if she sucks our dicks - Knock on wood
Cher chez la femmes get the kiss of death like, “Mwah”
Slummin’ through your village like we from the De-Toit
Hitsville USA soul-sound. We goin’ Barry Gordy on you shorty
G’s up and Hoes down
J, Jax, G and Clay - they the Tracey Morgans to my Tina Fey
If you ain’t know hoe, then you know now
This is the showdown, rap weirdos verse wack fellas
Can’t be held responsible, we doin what the tracks tell us
Word to Dirty Curt - y’all should throw in the towel
Cause I’m bout to get alcohol poisonin’ right now!
CHORUS [NOTE]
Y’all stay on top what the web say
While we play crochet sippin’ rosé
Call us weird, fine dawg, that’s okay
Fleetwood Mac “You can go your own way”
Y’all must be gone on that José
Thinkin’ that we care what you hoes say
José - hoes say a lot
Still, we don’t care what you hoes say
Naw
MOVEMENT TWO
[B Side w/ Pos]
MOVEMENT THREE
[Adrianne Duncan]
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15. |
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My people…
My people…
My people…
...my folks
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16. |
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[Pos & Jess]
We’ll never be what we once were…
...We’ll always be what we are now…
[Slick Rick]
…”You love ‘em too much. And they don’t love you anymore”...
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