Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Curren$y - Breakfast

Love wakin to this one:

I'm so cold with it
the potentcy of the beat is consistent
with the fact that mos did it
prolific not shakin or stirred
in da presence of those niggas, herbs
they only after ya bread them fuckin birds
you think they like your haircut fair enough
live your life partna, guess I can keep these two cents in my pocket
add that to these underground rap dollas refused the majors
and stayed real I kept my promise roll bamboos in the bahamas mama
it's either that or them strawberry colidas
X-box web browser download an updated NBA roster
play 82 game season condo full of snacks spitta not leavin
off brand muthafuckas odd numbas you are not even on my level
write that sickness my ink pen sneezin yancy thigpin
can't catch me sleepin you ear hustlin muthafucka
and I'm eatin creepin with my side bitch
hope I don't ge caught cheatin.
New Orleans dis morning new yorkin this evening
squintin they eyes and shit they can't see him fly in the house
buzzin them bugs can't be him elegible letters in my leger
they can't read him smilin money pilein I'm cheesin
spee)dometer broken I ain't know that I was speedin
fast livin slow gin for these bitches
I got that game from my Pittsburg niggas
SV Diablo 96 Wings lift, Daniel son crane kick

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Jay Electronica - Shiny Suit Theory

Jay-Z lends some bars to the new Roc signee. Lyricism is on the rise..
(size slimmed just for you level85 :D

I’m sailing on a cloud
They’re trailing below
My shrink told me it’s a feeling they’ll never know
I pack all my sins and I wear them to the show
I let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go
I’m sailing on a cloud
They’re trailing below
My shrink told me it’s a feeling they’ll never know
I pack all my sins and every L that I blow
I let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go
In a land before time
A land before alter boys and the gods and shrines
Man was in his prime
Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme
The method is sublime you get blessed with every line
I’m in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca
The melanated, carbon dated phantom of the Chakras
Me and Puff, we was chillin’ in Miama
He said fuck the the underground you need to win a Grammy
For yo momma and your family
They need to see you shined up
You built a mighty high ladder let me see you climb up
Nigga what you scared of?
Tell Rocky’s, artificial rap niggas, and spread love
pollenate the ear buds
Like you supposed ta
Spit it for the culture
Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures
They’d rather have a shot of Belvy just despite you
They pass the judgements because they feel they have the right to
Fuck ‘em, I let the dice roll like my father did
I gotta shine it’s in my blood I’m a Harlem kid
I treat my babies right
I treat my lady’s lady like
Hit em with a remix to make sure that they play me twice
I thought you said its return of the black kings
Luxurious homes, fur coats, and fat chains

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Curren$y - Airborne Aquarium

I'm gettin hella mail from jail
Niggas tellin me to kill it
When they get out i'll bring em round some bitches
Shinobi how i kick it, american ninja, major motion picture
Flippin my remote, same way i do with them hoes

Check out Pilot Talk 2 in stores Monday!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Pilot Talk 2

Raekwon jumps on the remix of Michael Knight off Pilot Talk 2

Official Video:

I got a style for every bump in ya face
Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
Open and Shut Case
You Know, I'm bowtied till I die
Though I made an exception for the '69
so quick off the line
Coin double side
but no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell ya dawgs they should be aware of us
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath
Miss me? No you didn't bitch, with that bullshit, 'Miss me'
Tryna claim Spitta' name, tryna be Miss Me,
All of that is kicks to me, Silly rabbit trickery,
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be,
Hope to catch me sleepin by bein freaky,
But babygirl, let me be the first to say it's not that easy
I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening,
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even

Curren$y - The Day

Some lyrics from Curren$y off Pilot Talk

brand new tires, rollin down the same old strip
new party, same old chicks
im so sorry if i dont look happy to be here
in your label office, but they said i cant smoke weed here
man fuck it im out, black owned
and im bout it fool, i got a studio in my house
along with some the perks that come with my work
pretty twenty something sleepin in my diamond supply shirt
there is not a adjective to describe how i work
hard is not enough, brother im tougher
whack niggas with that sleep rappin and woke up in trouble
you was cool ten years ago, you fucking lex bubbles
you gotta know when to hold em, know when to fold em
learn how to roll with the punches
take em to school, give these niggas brown bag lunches
if it aint the jets then it aint nothing

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Elevator Musi|c

Here i sit, on the floor
Earin up the beat i keep askin for more
Just exhaustin heat, from my core
Floatin to the ceiling next stop is the store
To satisfy my cravings I empty out my savings
Goji gummys swishers the essentials when i'm fading
Back into black, those were my darker times
Perhaps i'll shed some light on them later in my rhymes

Let me thank you for joining this affair
Without your listen i wouldn't be here
I've got plans for this game let me grab a chair
Risin up in the ranks, without the flair
Crashin lyrics with drums makes the song sound bare
So i mop the floors, covered with red hair
I'm a janitor on this beat i ain't gotta care
Now if you followin my flow we can make a pair

Try to keep it straight like a perfect rillo break
And stuff in so much quality that i have to use a rake
But not wrappin leaves just spittin fire til i freeze
Given you consecutive hits that bring you to your knees
Cloudin up the room with my left over debris
THC in the lungs, mary makes three
Who else is capable of coming out of their tree
And blazin this bomb in the field with me

I keep loads of stank on deck to burn
Stacks of broken bats that make the heart churn
Rippin center field bombs will make them learn
But every time they see me doin a 180 turn
Runnin to the fence won't let you get away
I fly over that shit and continue to spray
This potent smoke, chem trails in your way
Face it bro in this field your high all day

Corner In My Room

There's a light i left on in my room
Been on for so long it's about to pop like a balloon
It illuminates the dark corners of my mind
Lettin me paint the rhymes like i'm doin the crimes
But what you're getting is much more than this
Cause I never stop to pop the bottles of criss
Just continue to write and spit, everythings legit
Question it, and you can just press skip
Don't need criticisms or little snide comments
I'm freein my mind up with the commets
Don't feel i'm above or better, despite my polo sweater
Still, hidden in these lines are plenty of treasures
I ain't pimpin or wheelin low in my ride
But then again, i've never tried
So basically what i'm saying is i've become tired
Of listenin to this wack, why aren't they fired
So much skill out there, just lacking audience with an ear
For quality over muck, passion before luck
Times running out and everyone will be fucked
This is your generation don't hop on the truck
Or bus, or trolly, you followin that line crawling
Might as well have UPS puttin you on a dolly
And now you standin there like a lolli
So pop in my tunes, maybe eat some shrooms
Expand your mind beyond it's current binds
Before dark times loom guarentee they coming soon
I've seen em all from this corner of my room

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