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"Turn my vocals up a little bit more Scott... all of 'em..."
"Yeah... uh huh..." (Verse 1) I'm caught up inside a tornado and sucked in By a rainstorm holding a hairdryer that's plugged in Somewhere between the Renaissance Center and 8 Mile Inside the Rock City that has spawned a unique child And lightening strikes twice I was hit when they birthed me And now I gotta live with this mouth that they cursed me They said I gotta use it with tracks and try to fuse it Don't abuse it and don't ever let 'em crack on your music So I sit and watch the people that do it and don't pursue it And instead I jot a little bit down then go review it I just wait until I'm ready to leap and jump into it Until I feel a little more confident I can do it Not so many years later I've waited and now I'm here To release a masterpiece on everybody in fear I ain't holding nothing back in a world that's full of evil My words can only injure or hurt so many people I'm here to trade spaces shatter and blade faces With guitars and bass lines and embrace and break stages The pain'll come in phases for now it's just outrageous When I'm knocking hear me cocking my gauge cause I'm impatient (Chorus) From the Motor City... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word on down) Down to New Orleans... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming From the penitentiary... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word) To the criminals roaming the streets... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (Verse 2) I've waited so long to unleash on these streets A diary with more fury in sprees than Alicia Keys My words are mere visions of movies with non-fiction Intertwined in each rhyme that I spit with sweet diction The rest are so pathetic and best are copasetic By the time it hits you dead in the chest I hope you get it I'm out to break laws slice and break jaws Or I'll be on your stage with an axe and chainsaws Of course my pains raw my brain is off a little Ever since the first time I could rhyme and solve a riddle Simon says go ahead and block the silence And fuck with anybody who says to stop the violence Go run and tell your parents I'm evil and I'm the devil When it's gonna take a nation of mil to stop a rebel Cause now it's all over I'm crazy and even zany Lyrically Scorsese on a track by Mr. Shady (Chorus) From San Diego... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word) All the way back to Queens... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming This ain't a rumor... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word) Remember you heard that from me... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (Verse 3) My behavior gets erratic on tracks that got static When I spit the bullets just keep coming it's automatic I'm ill it's been said every letter I let sink And left 'em dead inside a puddle of songs with red ink I played away shy since the day I stayed high And staged dive from the top of my roof at age 5 My mother always said that her son was gonna make it If he wasn't gonna make it he'll have to go and take it So now I'm on Geffen the whole world is trippin' Cause another new MC from the D is off and flippin' And this one's Lebanese do we have to say the bomb Is he related to Osama Bin Laden or Saddam I'm just a suicidal bomber on tracks and always killin' Everything that ever gets in my way and such a villian If you think you know me now then get ready because I'm grinning' This ain't even near the end of Omega it's just beginning' (Chorus) From the City of Angels... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word) To the streets of Mississippi... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming For the players that's hatin'... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word) You better start clearing the street... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (Tell 'em Nate what) Hush Is Coming (Pull 'em out mafuckerz cause) Hush Is Coming (Better run cause) Hush Is Coming (Better duck mafuckerz cause) Hush Is Coming |
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from Hush - Bulletproof (2005)
Verse 1
I put my life in this game and vow to always kill it Make you fuckin' feel it with blood I gotta spill it fo real I got a lifeliine of thoughts up in a lifetime A beast of burned words that blazed just at the right time Heat my own fury and spwak with no worries No trial fuck a judge I can be my own jury In no hurry I'm raw like porn scenes with no rubbers And I'll rip like torn seams A cursed bastard on wax and not plastic I'm here to shake the world with a verse that's so drastic Go spastic with mics beats and sarcastic speech Til your parents scream 'That kids fantastic!' Went from the corners in hoods with slurred words 40 bottles, white girls in suburbs Now I'm here to reach out to anyone with an ear The new Johnny's in town I'm taking over this year CHORUS (I'd like to make an introduction) Muthafuckas! (I'd like to make an introduction) (I'd like to make an introduction) It's the H-U-S-H (I'd like to make an introduction) Bitch ass! (I'd like to make an introduction) (I'd like to make an introduction) It's the H-U-S-H Verse 2 I'm a Detroit villian from streets Where the cold can crush a man in just 0 degrees and emcees Can spit sick flows in the streets to sick beats We get dirty in the D and the dirt is discreet Rub me the wrong way and I'll spark and cry pain I'm a walking matchstick with gasoline in my veins I'm known to shape shift on rappers that ain't shit Put ya best emcee to the test he can't spit I come from the city of boom and Motown When the shit gets thick in the D it goes down It's like the wild wild west and I'm Billy the Kid Silly of kids to go against the realest at this For all you other muthafuckas with nerve can get served Or come to a fork in the road and don't swerve Bitch I'm not your friend this time you met your maker Not the butcher, the baker or the candlestick maker CHORUS Verse 3 I can't stand it when I think to much Sick thoughts drive me drunk and I start to lose touch My thoughts turn into homicidal poetry Every time I murda these beats you gotta know it's me I step to the plate with a sense of hip-hop Cuz it's kill or be killed when I rhyme or get shot Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk Cuz you know phony rappers get outlined in chalk I'm the king of my own throne the rest are bystanders Walking the streets with a grudge like Highlanders Where I'm from the smiles are just frowns And when the guns go up somebody comes down Dark clouds cover my city all day And the sun doesn't shine in the spots that we play We rip mics and turn verse to presentation So you can see in our world exactly what we facin? CHORUS |
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from Hush - Bulletproof (2005)
CHORUS
My crew is all fired up Y'all better just wise up Everybody gettin' sized up Before we all rise up Start runnin' your times up Cuz' when my crew ride up The sky gon' light up Everybody get FIRED UP!!! Verse 1 I walk this planet the most rugged Most can only see this heat but don't touch it Cuz' you might get 'em burned When I come through it's my turn Never get in my way or you're getting' rolled over Like Rover cuz' my fist's a bulldozer I throw these dogs in the street to melodys Like a heartbeat playing against piano keys It's a breeze 365 degrees Turn around and you might catch these so justt freeze A riddle with no clues I'm a walking nightmare Anywhere anytime boy I don't fight fair A day in my shoes is a day with no fear So walk barefooted and save your whole year And I wear a mouthpiece cuz' I grit my teeth So just bite your tongue before you get your ass beat? CHORUS CHORUS 2 In the club to a beat In the street wit' a beef in the heat EVERYBODY GET FIRED UP!!! If it's black or it's white If it's wrong or it's right day or night EVERYBODY GET FIRED UP!!! Don't matter if you win or you lose Only one thing to do EVERYBODY GET FIRED UP!!! Put it down every town every city If you feel me and you wit' me EVERYBODY GET FIRED UP!!! Verse 2 I'm an S.O.B. That's a son of a bitch homie you don't know me I was put here to slap you silly and clap Billy And clap everything in the track like Mac Milly's And that's just the half really You don't wanna see the other side I suggest you act quickly And ran swiftly and get outta my way before the gats empty (C'MON!!!) and just tempt me? CHORUS CHORUS 2 |
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from Hush - Bulletproof (2005)
"Turn my vocals up a little bit more Scott... all of 'em..."
"Yeah... uh huh..." (Verse 1) I'm caught up inside a tornado and sucked in By a rainstorm holding a hairdryer that's plugged in Somewhere between the Renaissance Center and 8 Mile Inside the Rock City that has spawned a unique child And lightening strikes twice I was hit when they birthed me And now I gotta live with this mouth that they cursed me They said I gotta use it with tracks and try to fuse it Don't abuse it and don't ever let 'em crack on your music So I sit and watch the people that do it and don't pursue it And instead I jot a little bit down then go review it I just wait until I'm ready to leap and jump into it Until I feel a little more confident I can do it Not so many years later I've waited and now I'm here To release a masterpiece on everybody in fear I ain't holding nothing back in a world that's full of evil My words can only injure or hurt so many people I'm here to trade spaces shatter and blade faces With guitars and bass lines and embrace and break stages The pain'll come in phases for now it's just outrageous When I'm knocking hear me cocking my gauge cause I'm impatient (Chorus) From the Motor City... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word on down) Down to New Orleans... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming From the penitentiary... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word) To the criminals roaming the streets... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (Verse 2) I've waited so long to unleash on these streets A diary with more fury in sprees than Alicia Keys My words are mere visions of movies with non-fiction Intertwined in each rhyme that I spit with sweet diction The rest are so pathetic and best are copasetic By the time it hits you dead in the chest I hope you get it I'm out to break laws slice and break jaws Or I'll be on your stage with an axe and chainsaws Of course my pains raw my brain is off a little Ever since the first time I could rhyme and solve a riddle Simon says go ahead and block the silence And fuck with anybody who says to stop the violence Go run and tell your parents I'm evil and I'm the devil When it's gonna take a nation of mil to stop a rebel Cause now it's all over I'm crazy and even zany Lyrically Scorsese on a track by Mr. Shady (Chorus) From San Diego... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word) All the way back to Queens... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming This ain't a rumor... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word) Remember you heard that from me... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (Verse 3) My behavior gets erratic on tracks that got static When I spit the bullets just keep coming it's automatic I'm ill it's been said every letter I let sink And left 'em dead inside a puddle of songs with red ink I played away shy since the day I stayed high And staged dive from the top of my roof at age 5 My mother always said that her son was gonna make it If he wasn't gonna make it he'll have to go and take it So now I'm on Geffen the whole world is trippin' Cause another new MC from the D is off and flippin' And this one's Lebanese do we have to say the bomb Is he related to Osama Bin Laden or Saddam I'm just a suicidal bomber on tracks and always killin' Everything that ever gets in my way and such a villian If you think you know me now then get ready because I'm grinning' This ain't even near the end of Omega it's just beginning' (Chorus) From the City of Angels... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word) To the streets of Mississippi... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming For the players that's hatin'... (Let 'em know that) Hush Is Coming (You ain't heard spread the word) You better start clearing the street... (You can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (I said you can tell 'em that) Hush Is Coming (Tell 'em Nate what) Hush Is Coming (Pull 'em out mafuckerz cause) Hush Is Coming (Better run cause) Hush Is Coming (Better duck mafuckerz cause) Hush Is Coming |
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from Hush - Bulletproof (2005)
Verse 1: Hush
I was born with the rhythm before Ra had hit 'em Before Pac had spit 'em with shots full of venom And glocks was to kill him Big Poppa was the villian Jay Roc-A-Fella'd 'em Dre split with Suge and them Way before any before had ever tooken it Look at where we shook it before there was a hook in it (Yeah) Cops threw the book at it Crooks was in the kitchen and b-boys was cookin' it Hot flame on a track who got game? A lot came after the wack had got play Shots rang out on a night then cops came And locked hip-hop in a cell & stopped play And Radio (Raheem) said 'D muthafucka!? with Love & Hate Fists of full fury like The Roots said (You Got Me) I loved you death ever since Eric B. For President (uh) CHORUS You have given me everything I need to see What I need to be somehow you have set me free Been right by my side everyday throughout my life Now I know this time I can really blow your mind So catch your breath & let it breathe x 2 Verse 2: Hush I gotta bring it back for the street with a track for rap listeners Back with a beat and a clap for that sinister rap That ministers yap about it's evil in fact What you're singing is wack I can't listen to it It's all crap it's sad what you're doing to it So sad so there's no sense in grooving to it (Yeah right) Rock Steady's moving it Ain't No Half Steppin' and Kane's out there proving it (uh) Hip-Hop on the screen we Krush Grooves Beat Street's, Breakin' Electric Boogaloo So fresh and def plus we're Top Billin' In full effect you know we're cold chillin' CHORUS Verse 3: Talib Kweli Send a salute to Masta Ace and Craig G the original Jay-Z Style original flav the style take a bow It feel good that's my word like the 1st time I heard Illmatic The feeling I still have it and like 2nd verse from Stop, Look & Listen Like Pac bustin' shots at cops who tried to hit him and not Going to prison at least for that Fuck Tha Police was that shit! STREET CLASSIC (yeah!) We're so creative when we speakin' in a native tongue The Tribe, De La Soul, Jungle Brothers were my favorite ones I seen Run DMC at The Palladium And KRS rock the projects like a stadium It gave me chills like when Amir played the drums 'Til we started making sums now it's fuck you pay me Carry on the family name, still my mama baby Cuz they laid the foundation and let hip-hop raise me CHORUS OUTRO (Talib Kweli) C'mon admit it this shit is too fly The rhymes that I say you just can't deny Because 100% is what I give it) I haunt the house with the hip-hop spirit (Hush) Emcee's masters of creativity Rappin' is the activity Rhyme is a sport, let it be taught that Hush & Kweli is taking no shorts |
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from Hush - Bulletproof (2005)
Verse 1
I'm the next new kid not on the block But I will knock your block off quick not with a glock But 2 guns and knuckles that bring pain It's a shame you couldn't spit venom on my name Is it worth all the fame and money it's no joke I done came from nothing to something it's so funny How you could just start at the bottom so hot Til they see you at spot when you got no product And the crowds do flock to see you And the shot you got and it's hot to be you And shocked to see through all the squat they feed you You did not squeeze through in a plot they need you The dude calling shots at the top could be you unless you get got and the rest it rings true It's just the beginning of pain and my glory Starts when I finish the end of this story CHORUS Shake The Ground (Everybody move to the sound! GET UP!) We Put 'em Down, Put 'em Down Put 'em Down now Shake The Ground (Everybody move to the sound! GET UP!) We Put 'em Down, Put 'em Down Put 'em Down now We Put 'em Down, Put 'em Down Put 'em Down now We Put 'em Down, UH! Verse 2 See I float like a butterfly You could fly like a bee with a sting but could never fight me Call it Bulletproof Teflon with a voice and track that hard just to put it through 'cause it's a banger comin' in showin' the middle finger Once I begin to flow you'll know anger 1 dagger sharp with the tongue I walk with a swagger You seem to stagger 1 slip of the jaw and Hush I'm Quick Draw McGraw 'cause me I see all see y'all fallout Ballout on the streets and seize all And beef I breath for Try me lyrically I'll bully and squeeze off 'til fully See y'all I'll risk it When your dogs to limp for bizkits call for this shit CHORUS BRIDGE I'm here, you've been waiting for me, you've been waiting to see, now that I'm here I'll be, Right on the top of things, no you don't want it now, 'cause we be poppin' thangs, no you don't want it I said no you don't want it now Verse 3 When I'm to hot you're lovin' it When I'm not you're just not into the plot with no slug in it Just not shot with a glock or Tupac in it Must not be in a squad with no thug in it 'cause I'm a breakthrough where I take you Now I will shake you up like a quake and make it so painful Pistols ain't playful it's the way crews act they erase you If I'm to face you I'll replace you quick When I spit shit that's so graceful Mase will embrace you So you better pray Jesus sways your way just to save you Me I will never die But I will live on in any song long as forever I live for the agony and defeat whatever it is I meet with no tragedy CHORUS |
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Bizarre: "Boys and girls... this is a broadcast brought to you by...
some real ghetto Detroit shit..." (Verse 1) I tried to come up with a speech that heat seeks In a mans last stand with a heart that beats week Who each week turns on the tube to sneak peek And see the same dude on a screen in repeats (so) Consider every word that I spit Every song on my albums a movie and this is the pilot You're forced to eat rhymes and this a mere chapter of skills And here after you'll feel the FEAR FACTOR A lone diver in flows and more liver in shows With eye of the tiger like SURVIVOR You seen it all before I just inherit the title emcee Now it's me your new AMERICAN IDOL Without all of the bull or me in a seat rhyming I'll fuck Paula Abdul and beat the shit out of Simon I'm not your BIG BROTHER I'm JOE MILLIONAIRE With your bitch throwing hundred dollar bills in the air (Chorus) Back to life (hey yo I gotta take it) Back to reality (yeah) Back to the here and now (uh) Back to life (I gotta bring it) Back to reality (so I gotta take it) Back to the here and now (uh) (Verse 2) See I gotta change the channel in rap take it back as a hole One of these rappers try to act as THE MOLE Just an AVERAGE JOE or just a JACKASS Probably a BACHELOR with QUEER EYE for straight ass I'm no APPRENTICE I landed a DREAM JOB In a scene where each mob on the streets with teams rob We don't live A SIMPLE LIFE we live by ROAD RULES TIL DEATH DO US PART and the tools are old school Fuck ELIMIDATE I should start elimi-fake emcee Who's career is just 1 big mistake cuz This is the REAL WORLD where you watch from cheap seats WEAKEST LINK's get killed over beats and defeats 2 of the best died they don't find no murder weapon No suspects no TAXI CAB CONFESSION No search star killers the faces glazed over This entire case needs an EXTREME MAKEOVER (what) Bizarre: "Don't touch that dial... we'll be right back after these messages... you dirty filthy ass nasty son of a bitch..." (I gotta bring it) (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm hot I don't stop when I'm taking a stand And keep my pockets Puffy like I'm MAKING THE BAND Won't be no TRADING SPACES or even A CHANGE OF HEART I don't use SCARE TACTICS I'll tear you apart This is reality to make it though BOOTCAMP WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE with a pocket of food stamps YOU GOTTA SEE THIS for THIRTY SECONDS OF FAME AMERICA'S MOST WANTED try and step in this game They water down the show with these hooks that just rival Ozzy OSBOURNE'S speech when he needs a sub-title I'm not in it for fame or even the props If I wasn't ripping mics you could find me on COPS Being chased by hands of fans for autographs And police who say I left them a trail of bloodbath For killing instrumentals from snares & kicks now To guitars & licks arrested and thrown in THE BIG HOUSE (Chorus) Bizarre: "This has been a public service announcement... from your man Hush... and I'm Bizarre from D-12... what the fuck... we about to shoot the club up... I'm gone... Rock City... Hush... Bizarre... Rap Guys Hahahaha... 2 rap guys... I'm out..." |
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from Hush - Bulletproof (2005)
I gotta get what I can and what I don't I gotta take
If it means everything than its something I gotta shake I gotta grip on this game so they call me the King Kong With guns drawn out with a pen I?ve been gone It's never enough (what?) that every tough rapper Who never gives up is just in a world that lives up To every word written or spitten without forgettin' Where he's from in the D and in me is still the mitten I won't budge not for a sec for you to judge With no grudge with a right hand full of slugs It's a pity where God put a smudge in Rock City Everybody doesn't smile and the thugs are not pretty It's apocalypse now at my best I'm intense With a middle finger up to the world and nonsense It takes much to say tuff that much To anybody out with a doubt to say such I don't care plenty my words ain't to friendly You ain't making me a dollar my dogs have got pennys I'm sick with the flow all of my tracks are mainly psychotic I'm ill with the beats and my words are the anti-biotic Look and you got it hammer's will snap you in half Leaving you in a bath of blood doing the math I am the next viscious and mean this is a team homie The rest are just fiends Get it right cuz my city is to hard My words don't mean shit without these few scars I'm serious All of my dogs will clap you Leaving you some new stitches and slugs for tattoos I get mad and busy with words and in a frenzy And I'm a be the 1st to admit it I get dizzy When these people try to say that I ain't got flow When I say more than just a bunch of hey ya ho's! Get ya money up shit your better off with a muzzle Before the muzzle of this Eagle leaves you up in a puddle Get your team in a huddle cuz I'm coming a full blitz With full clips and words in a mix and bullshit CHORUS (SUIT UP) Get ya troops lined up, get ya boots shined up meet us out in the mud and get.. (CHEWED UP) Let us run down the line, see ya runnin? out of time with the yellow in ya spine we are? (CREWED UP) We ain't playin' war games, this is real and our aim is headed in your way so? (WHO WHAT?) Wants beef then try us, deny us stand as a man and die tough See I take it to the max when I push my own limits Without even a second to lose and no minutes No hours no time to waste anything I gotta make it count and amout to everything If it ain't in my words the streets will tell me So tell me where you stand in a land of shells B? I stand as a man and the land defines me A land where I stand and demand my rights free A man with a plan and the fans behind me A handful of Stans and the hands that bite me The kind that just lie or the rest that cry wolf Or the rest are just blind to the facts with no proof If you start very few live with huge heart To against the grain in a way that's too smart I been through it all for y'all with fallout Brawl for brawl I'm off of the wal with balls out With no doubts I'm here to react so stand up Man up I want you to put your hands up The realest emcee to combine the 2 worlds Like 2 girls twisted up nice in 2 curls I only gotta give what I can and that's all But all I gotta give in this dog is this y'all That y'all can't deny the shit y'all Spy y'all every time I rhyme y'all Why y'all gotta create the hate y'all It's all I got at steak and plate it's fate y'all I'll take y'all out of the game it's too late You're straight going out on a limb that might break You can't act all of that rap of packin' a gat It's too elementary like Cat In The Hat My words will impact and kid with 2 cents Who ain't never meant shit to noone a nuisance CHORUS |
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I take a deep breath and unload every thought Everything I've ever known anything I was taught When I think I'm on a roll I have to slow down 'cause my words get ahead of myself I know how To make you feel how I feel my words are so vivid See how I live it all I got to give is My pain my stress one blade and one knife Ends with one slice my name and my life All rests with my sons so they can do better I need to be here so we can be together But life is so hard seeing through these eyes A world with no heart believing these lies Can you be strong before your times up Looking to find what you've made your mind up There has to be a change so my seeds can reach Anything they can grasp anything to teach CHORUS I got 24 hours to live my whole fate All I have left in my heart is one take One breath one sigh one death and one try One more reason to ask God why? It's my life it ends when I say So until my time is up on that day I'll be who I wanna be, do what I gotta do Live how I wanna live, prove what I gotta prove Verse 2 It's not so funny how we live each day Wake up go to work come home in replay We say we love life inside it's untrue Unless you got dollars aside it's not you I used to wake up call in or just quit 'cause I couldn't stand a boss in my face for dumb shit You know what I mean that boss with no life No sense no friends no kids and no wife Career motivated on an hourly wage Me well see I'm on a whole other page I gotta make money man f**k I got kids Whose father and uncles in time have done bids Iced out homies only preserve thugs To get what's deserved or they deserve slugs If murder was the case that they gave me Dear God I wonder can you save me CHORUS I got 24 hours to live my whole fate All I have left in my heart is one take One breath one sigh one death and one try One more reason to ask God why? It's my life it ends when I say So until my time is up on that day I'll be who I wanna be, do what I gotta do Live how I wanna live, prove what I gotta prove Verse 3 What if in one blink you could end all the pressure Built up inside no one bares to measure To pain to hide inside with no stress No tears to be cried outside and no less Make it all wash away with one scream One shot one bullet one love and one dream Gone to a place where mouths never speak But thoughts convey words peep the technique My time is coming watch me when I shine I strive for something watch me when I rhyme Thoughts race through my head like track stars A hudred miles an hour inside like fast cars I can't slow down if I do it's all gone Everything I've done up 'til now and this song Ends right here my life and no fear My fight and my struggle to die with no tears CHORUS I got 24 hours to live my whole fate All I have left in my heart is one take One breath one sigh one death and one try One more reason to ask God why? It's my life it ends when I say So until my time is up on that day I'll be who I wanna be, do what I gotta do Live how I wanna live, prove what I gotta prove |
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from Hush - Bulletproof (2005)
(Verse 1)
Hey yo it's funny nowadays how these fools see rap As a Road to the Riches like Kool G Rap And most people see me and think "Damn, not again They signed another guy who's a friend of Eminem" But you put me in a booth to the crowds disbelief That if I spit the illest I'm keeping all my teeth Then bite your style and feed you the feces You've been shoving down the throats of these folks with CD's And believe that I can be dropped just like that And be right back working a job I might slack at I can't do it fuck it I'd rather show you that I love it with a bullshit budget These cats walk around iced out with gunclaps And no cash in a corner of fools with dunce caps And dumb rap on how you're a star whatever yo You ain't shit without approval from Thom Panunzio (Chorus) Renting all your fancy clothes That ain't your car in the videos Trying to be gangsta You ain't no superstar... Your jewelry ain't fooling me Don't give a fuck about V.I.P Trying to be gangsta You ain't no superstar... (Verse 2) See I blew my advance on a truck and Desert Eagle Cause image isn't nothing it doesn't measure ego Plus wherever we go we might get into trouble I haven't made enough to afford a body double Cats get some duckets and worry about wheels Instead of saying something with meaning that really feels Love all the glamour to me it's all glitz But the music that they make in the back is all shit For me don't roll out the red carpet I wouldn't even know how to act in that department This game is fucked for sure and by far Topics for the songs are made up by A & R's (whew! That's banging!...Thanks man...We should get J. Lo on the remix!) If my album doesn't sell good for Jimmy Iovine I'll be inside a bank screaming give me all the green (Chorus) (Verse 3) These rappers pose like models in every head shot But they've blown every chance like the Boston Red Sox Get a deal throw it away in 1 instance I got my shit together forever keep your distance I'd rather have a will in the bank and be respected You think I need to spend me a mil to be accepted Forget where you're from and you can't go back Can't show you still got it like an old throwback At a bar chicks think you're slick with quick winks In return they reply to you back and give blinks Til you walk up on my crew with mixed drinks (Have you listened to my album?) yeah your shit stinks No subjects no skills and no spirit Mink coats iced out chains and no lyrics Acting in this business like y'all pitched in And not a modern day baller like Paul Fishkin (Chorus) |
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from Hush - Bulletproof (2005)
(feat. Eminem, Swifty McVay & Kuniva)
(Sampled from Eminem's "Criminal") *Eminem whistling* (Teller) Hi (Eminem) How you doin'? (Teller) How can I help you? (Eminem) Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal... *gun cocks* Put the fucking money in the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you (Teller) What? Oh my God, don't kill me (Eminem) I'm not gonna kill you, bitch. Quit fucking around (Teller) Don't kill me, I have two kids at home! (Eminem) I said I'm not gonna fucking kill you! (Teller) Don't kill me! (Eminem) Hurry the fuck up! *gunshot* Thank you! (Verse 1: Hush) I gotta keep this engine running (I'll be back) Pedal to the metal, Swifty better hurry up 'Cause I ain't going back to jail I don't wanna see my face up in Newsweek I'm sitting like a duck, like Tulley up in "Blue Streak" What the fuck is taking so long? (Hurry up, motherfucker, I'ma hit this gas and be GONE!) But I can't leave my homey (Hold up!) They all know me I'm the Jeff Gord-on of this bitch, the cops can blow me Fuck, who is that? Shit, I'm getting nervous Staring out this dirty windshield for any persons Damn, it's this bum, cleaning with a squeegee (Here's a dollar, motherfucker, now scram before they see me!) I hope they didn't ring the alarm (Shit) Swifty's gonna have to bomb, and then it fucks up the job But I don't care, as long as we flee this place 'Cause the last thing I need is a fucking police chase, shit Cool, here he comes, I hope he's got the stash (Yo nigga, pull off! We heading to the bank for some mo' cash!) Yo, there better be enough for me to get that maid back (Hey yo, don't worry 'bout that, dog, the cash is in our laps) (Chorus: Eminem) Put the money in the back, bitch, this is a stickup Anybody who moves is getting picked up, off the ground This is the sound, this is how its going down If I'm going down, then you're going down (down) Now this is the plot: we pull this off, then we split the pot We get caught, I'm peeling off, the deal is off But if we can pull this caper, then we can get this paper Then I'm going, off to Tijuana Come on, I'm ready if you are (Verse 2: Swifty McVay) ??? while I sit in the car chiefing In the mood to be thieving this season Hey yo, Hush, I'ma snatch what they ??? Pull over and I'ma rob this bitch for a purpose You can either read it or see it (What you mean, "Read it or see it?") It'll work, know what's worse? It's better than having to beat a bitch up out of her purse I been pacing this bank, patiently waiting For the day they get up in this motherfucker So don't drive away (I'll be right here!) Hey ('sup?) Nigga, pop the trunk so I can grab the AK And then I'm headed to the safe I'm at the counter in the teller's face "Yo, if anybody move, I'ma make spaghetti out of your wife!" (Don't shoot!) I hopped a gate, shot a citizen After he gave me the combination to open it And there was nothing but Benjamins Filled it back and jetted up, headed to the door Hush is in the front, revving up (Motherfucker, come on!) I jumped over the security, while he on the floor Trying to pull my feet, I shot him before he could draw Hit the street and we swerve No less than a hundred thousand in our back seat (Now I'm peeling off the curb) (Chorus) (Verse 3: Kuniva) I got some chips up my sleeve I walked in a 7-11 and grabbed Aviv And put the heat to his cheek Don't even think about moving Just gimme the loot and I'll be cruising Along with my day and it won't be a shooting (Mister, please don't hurt me! Here, have a Slurpee!) Oh my God, Aviv, shut the fuck up, your voice irks me All of this for three hundred seventy six dollars and eight cents? This robbery does not make sense Come on out bitch (scream) Yeah, you, behind the chip rack Your little stank ass is on the verge of getting pimp slapped Gimme your paper, your jewels, and all of your valuables Serious about that scrilla, Kuniva an animal Rushing out the front door, zigzagging and dodging traffic If it gets drastic, my automatic will start a blasting That's how we do it where I'm from, me, Swift, and Hush We ducking off, contemplating which lick to rush (Chorus) |
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from Hush - Bulletproof (2005)
Verse 1
1 for the money 2 for the ho ho's 3 for my homies in them lo lo's 4 for the shots at the po po's 5 for my bitches out there getting' dough though I walk up in the club what you say boy Maybach Benz valeted I'm a playboy Shake them haters like a play toy Detroit playas in them gators all day boy Out for that Pillsbury dough boy Go for them throats like Siegfried & Roy Got more tools than Home Depot We ain't afraid to use 'em homie be cool Red beam on your chest can you see that Put terror in ya squad better lean back Work it out good with your crook neck Now let me see your head do the woodpeck CHORUS Are you a woodpecker? Who's a woodpecker? I want a woodpecker I need a woodpecker Verse 2 Hey yo do that shit do that shit do it Shoot that shit shoot that shit shoot it Tyler Durden in this game don't fight me Fresh pair black jeans and a white tee Dj's put it on when we come through See us in the VIP what you gon' do Put your glass up toast a real baller Your girl hits me I don't have to call her Takes it all in like a deep throat Warm and all fuzzy like a sheep coat My name tattooed on her waistline Taste fine like a track with a bassline Honey bees buzzin' like a beehive You're 'bout to get stung in your behind About to blast off with a headshot And this track makes everybody's head knock CHORUS BREAK Do that shit do that shit do it x 4 Verse 3 Hang out with a star I'm far out Drinks on me I bought the bar out Lamborghini whip pull them cars out H2, Phantom, money green Jaguar's out Baby in the fur's all cute & shy See won't ever see Hush in a suit & tie Act all sweet I'll maybe let ya See me all naked in my baby pictures 1st you gotta show me where your milks at And break me off a piece like a Kit Kat Hush in ya mouth cut the chit chat Put a pillow in ya back let me hit that Desperate for the dick like a housewife Pussy's love sick it meow's nice Work it out good with your crook neck Now let me see your head do the woodpeck CHORUS OUTRO How much wood could a wood peck peck If a wood peck could peck wood? Are you a woodpecker? (Peck wood) If you're a woodpecker (Peck wood) How much would could a wood peck? Hey yo, work it out good with your crook neck Are you a woodpecker? (Peck wood) If you?re a woodpecker (Peck wood) |
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from Hush - Bulletproof (2005)
(Verse 1: Bareda)
May I have your attention please I'm sorta like a motivation speach on vintage keys You'll see I ain't the same nigga I used to be, but you'll get used to me I've changed, got some shit on my brain I want the youth to see Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do Words like a movie that move ya that's so beautiful And that's because I can't leave the studio 'til it's suitable To have you in your cubicle groovin to this musical And off this chronic, yeah, you'll be astonished When I shoot like a comet & put his lights out like the Amish So you better watch your comments before you vanish, kapoof! I'm sick as vom in the booth, I told you I was the truth A block smoker I'm blazin like I'm diagnosed with severe glaucoma Shockin' like Oklahoma Niggaz know I'm just that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten Where bullshit is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me (Chorus) This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics Turn it up (Turn it up) {*4X*} This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit Just can't stop it, 'til your speakers poppin' Turn it up (Come on) {*4X*} (Verse 2: Hush) I was born to chop verses and slice words from cursive With slurs so diversive when I spit so perversive This new tyrant who's flows just like a hydrant Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your perspiring There's no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it Detroit's the Newcleus of this blaze like Jam on it We're focused in your face like Sean Dalon With Bareda's in your grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong See it's just magic cause the heat is so poetic And we ain't dramatic we just spit you're so pathetic And it's done daily like Carson, it's arson Like a four-alarm fire on beats we're Molotovin' So call a medic cause the crew's about to set Like Detroit in '84 when the Tigers won the Pennant Cause we reinvented this game and to us it's hats off So pass the mic with the serial numbers scratched off (Chorus) (Verse 3: Los) You don't know me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit OG's Black Cobras under your pillow while you sleep I'm like glaucoma, I'm impossible to see Now I'm locked on you and it's impossible to leave I crush 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla And spit on you coppers there's no alliance who could stop us A dog without a collar and my chamber's open Leave your brains on the ground While you're reaching' for holsters Fuck the jury and the judge only verdict is blood My appearance is what you muthafuckers mimic in mirrors You're too scared to come near us duck your head cause you fear us Infra-red while you stare your passenger's incoherent From all the guns that they're hearin' my attitude is explosive Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when overdosed with Congac and Molsons never heard a man cry Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die ain't no hope for him (Chorus) |
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