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Hednigga jump up on the mic he got his dick in hand
Check the purpose, ya nervous, you can't quite understand
About this g-punk
You wanna know where does it come from
Expression a lesson to learn or keep regressin
I got some flow from a friend of mine
Chillin in the day room lock down, ghetto wine
I got some flow from a friend of mine
My white trash homies they be down for mine
We get it on like that, we move along like that
Don't need ya punk confirmations i know where i'm at
Check out the positive tip, take a rip, quick and get with this
Before its all gone get wrecked with this
I gotta know
Can ya feel it, yeah
Is it on, come on
Can ya feel it, uh
Coming on
I gotta know
Can ya feel it, yeah, takin over
We takin over shit so pull it over
Roll over rover, hednigga takin over
On the shoulders of all the MCs that came before
Ya know you chillin in the presence of a cultural shock
Trip-hip we capable ta rock-a-bottom on top of ya
I got som flow from a friend of mind
My Puerto Rican homie show me love for mine
I got some flow from a friend of mine
I got the funk do you got the time
I get it on like that
I move along like that
Hboc ya know where i'm at
Check out the positive tip take a rip, quick and get with this
Before its all gone get wrecked with this
I gotta know
Can ya feel it, yeah
Is it on, come on
Can ya feel it, uh
Coming on
I gotta know
Can ya feel it, yeah, takin over
We takin over shit so pull it over
I gotta know
Can ya feel it, yeah
Is it on, come on
Can ya feel it, uh
Coming on
I gotta know
Can ya feel it, yeah, takin over
We takin over shit so pull it over
Hip hop ain't just for niggaz
And every muthafuckin brotha ain't from the Pinche ghetto
And every MC ain't a muthafuckin og
And every nigga ain't a killa or a thief
Now, little did ya know that I would be arrivin
On the scene in which I'm thrivin
Tantalizin and revivin
My people, what?!
How ya feelin, fuck you
Thats how I like it
Now ya down wit the crew
Come on
I gotta know
Can ya feel it, yeah
Is it on, come on
Can ya feel it, uh
Coming on
I gotta know
Can ya feel it, yeah, takin over
We takin over shit so pull it over
I gotta know
Can ya feel it, yeah
Is it on, come on
Can ya feel it, uh
Coming on
I gotta know
Can ya feel it, yeah, takin over
We takin over shit so pull it over
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You want me to give a show
Well i don't really want to
You want me to impress
Well I don't really need to
And who the fuck are you
Where the fuck did you come from
And if you wanted to be hednigga
You shoulda filled out and application
So you want me to face the crowd
Well I don't really feel like it
So you want me to jump around
Well I am not amused
And who the fuck are you
I gave my life to this kah
Wee me walkin with my demons
Laughin' and schemin'
Lookin' for the truth and the meanin'
You must be confused
You must be confused
You must be confused
If you think i give a fuck
You must be confused
If you think i give a fuck
If you think i give a fuck
Say what this brotha don't give a fuck
Save your breath yeah
So save your breath
Save your breath
For someone who really does give a flyin fuck
Tell it like it is hednigga
Tell it like it is
You want me to be ethical
You want me to be moral
You want me to smile
You want me to be normal
I am not professional
You want me to sing
You want me to pray
You want me to believe
Well fuck that shit!
That shit ain't me!
You must be confused
You must be confused
You must be confused
If you think i give a fuck
You must be confused
If you think i give a fuck
If you think i give a fuck
Say what this nigga don't give a fuck
Save your breath yeah
Say save your fuckin breath
Save your breath
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Hey yo, wesstyle
What up js
Let me get a hit off some of that marijuana shit
Here it is
Cuz you know iz gotsta be real high
When I'm feelin ta jump in the cut with some of that g-punk shit
Baby
My people
Take a ride with me
Come on
Yes, yes, ya'll the M.C.U.D.
Representin the hed
Kickin vibes of unity
On a trip hop tip
Yeah
Niggas hitch a ride
White boys too
In the car with the hed crew
Whatcha gonna do
On a mission of unity
Rollin in the 96
Fuck you
If ya punk head ain't down with this
Trip hop for the hoes of oc
Kickin my flows for by bros in hb
Land of the dancers, skins and sprakheads
The hydro, the x
And the sugar cubes for ya'llz heads
And its an everyday thang
Black flys, head beanie
Check khakis steady hang, dang
Duffs on my feet so I kick
Cuttin styles like Calvin
I'm inclined to go big
Comin Comin long on this gpunk trip
We got the funk hardcore on the chaos tip
Now, recognize game when you see it
Got my niggaz at my back cold strapped if I need it
Time Time
Who got the Time
Fuck it up up
Who got the soul
Let it flow
I got nothin better to do
I'm bouta fuck wit you fuck it up wit you
Time time
Who got the time
Fuck it up up
Who got the soul
Let it flow
I got nothin better to do
I got nothin better to do
BC
Rock this muthafucker
You see they be breakin this nigga
And they makin the mold
Ya know it said
Yeah the story told
How the world is cold
Yet the man is bold
Expose the funky head
To let the truth unfold
Ya see me comin and comin
Ya see me comin up
Ya see me comin and comin
Ya see me comin out on top
I'm the brotha that you just can't stop
I break 'em off so i break em off
I break 'em off so i break em off
I break 'em off so i break em off
Good Lord
My little brotha got caught with soem rocks in his pocket
My nigga from the ghetto had no counsel to fight it
Probation, the violation
In through the out door another vacation
Now ya doin time
No reason no rhyme
Paybacks on your mind
Betta get in like
Time ain't on my side
But I still got my pride
The hednigga is a soul alive
Time time
Who got the time
Fuck it up up
Who got the soul
Let it flow
I got nothin better to do
I'm bouta fuck wit you fuck it up wit you
Time time
Who got the time
Fuck it up up
Who got the soul
Let it flow
I got nothin better to do
I got nothin better to do
I got nothin better to do
I got nothin better to do
I got nothin better to do
I got nothin better to do
I break em off so i break 'em off
I break em off so i break 'em off
I break em off so i break 'em off
Smoke a phat joint ta this
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I'm a contenta
i'll rock a party till the muthafuckin roof come in
Yeah its on fire
Burning like some pussy
In the mornin had all night to simmer
White girl wakes up like dick be in her
Damn
I was fuckin since ya had your first barbie
Easy bake oven you was pissin in ya panties
Ain't shit you can do the ain't been done
No, nothings wrong with you my girl
Ain't the one
Ain't the one
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Give it up smooth
Stick then I move
Tryin' to make sense outta of nonsense
Fool
Trippin' on life and my situation
Brothers of earth
One love-one & 1 nation
I hear the voices callin' me
The choices I made were mine
And I don't mind
I rise to the top like cream
Like the Phoenix from the blunt ash
Realizin' my dreams
Kissin' the pacific sky
The purple haze brain remain open
To changin' tides
I desire knowledge by nature
Word to Aristotle
My nature's not to hate ya
So I try to put myself in the Chucks of the other man
Peace to my brother
Search out my pace in this
World I discover man
Damn, check out the colors man
My eyes are man
My eyes are opening wide
My eyes are open
I see it everyday
But some things never change-no
Some people livin' in fear
Not knowin' about the ten dimensions
The (hed) nigga reach the point of awakening
I annihilate nigga who be thinkin' that they can break me
The next brother can do what they want to
This brother's sites are wide and true
If a stupid punk sweat me
The trick ass bitch'll wish
He never met me
So be warned my scorn is what you saw there
Be down or be gone
Let's get it on there
Turn of the century
Age of the microwave
One foot on the moon
But, you can see it gettin' better
Believe it
Young people sayin' "they ain't havin' it"
So? they takin'
They breakin's
They tired of the status quo
Fittin' to rape yo'
Their eyes are open
The windows are wide and far
So what the f...
Where you goin'
Where you been
Where you at
If I drop the bomb
Pick it up...
That sexy little girl
She had no father figure
The Catholic skirt
Put a hurtin' on the father's *?$*#
Table dances-they don't cum cheap
Dee-eye-see-kaye
Spells "relief"
Bring all your daughter to me
I was a just kid
I was just living
It never ocurred to me that
Skin could determine identity
I was naive you see
Don't givaf...
Never did never will
My eyes are open wide
Pack skillz then move in for the kill
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Somewhere, somehow, somewhen
We'll see it happen again, my friend
A simple visitation gone wrong like back in '47
Only this time we'll be on the scene like Kent Brockman
Or Sam Donaldson live in New Mexico
But now you can't fool us
Now you can't lie or deny so much
It's obvious why none of us trust you
How does a flying disc turn into a weather balloon
How long did you think you could trick us with lies?
Can't put a cover on the skies
Can't hide that face or those big black eyes
So how you gonna put a cover up on the skies?
Realize, I'm not surprised at your deception
Correction, I welcome the challenge to intercept it
The message loud & clear
You think we fear it
Reverse it
Me & mine we will embrace it
So face it
I got the 411
I got the CNN
We on-line
TV & me we kin
My click is the mandelbrot set
My crops lie unbroken
Your hoaxes, a feeble attempt
Circle perfect, bring the revelation
Your realization far too many videotapes to go around erasin'
This ain't no J.F.K.
Check the I.F.O.-out the box
Fresh like sightings on FOX
Documenting the coming of the chariots
Gods in the making, no more jiving
No more fakin' the real
How long did you think you could trick us with lies
Tricks are for punks
Can't hide the face or those deep black eyes
How you gonna put a cover-up on the skies?
Take me to your leader
He don't even know you
We the niggaz of earth
Got to show you
The peckerwoods can't stand the site of the Africans
What are they gonna do when they face off with a gray man
Prepare to meet your maker in the skies over the pyramids
Check stonehenge
Go ask the Mayans
2012 soon come
I will be waitin' sayin' I told you so
When the skies are ripped open
And the mothership lands on your cynical ass
Maybe then you will believe & concede
That you can't hide the sun
Can't hide the moon
Can't keep some secrets so big
Yes, the truth must transcend
And when it does, my friend I will be chillin' by the TV
Rockin' with CNN
Yeah, my bong in hand
Surrounded by friends
When the world as we know it will end
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see their hands in the air
they lift up their prayers to the air
the life that you live
time that you give to the air
it don't seem fair
something is wrong with the machine
your abberation slowly drain
you of your will to be yourself
i got that feeling that something is missing
i got that feeling that something is wrong
see the man in the ground
i bury him up with the ground
you wait for a sign
you sit on the line em up
let the master decide
something is wrong...
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G.I. Joe boy, monkey suit man
Shamu, 5.0, flatfoot motherfucka
Make less money than the damn schoolteacher
Ignorant redneck
Squeal, squeal, squeal
I'm gettin' tired of dealing with the p.i.g.c.o.w.a.r.d
Cro-Magnum, meter maid fed, cinder block (hed)
How to serve and protect everything that you hate-wait
Your pencil neck's about to break
Coward, coward
What's with that chip on your shoulder?
What's with that chip on your shoulder?
Vacuum
Vak-yoom brain ded
Oink-oink, cornfed
No action seein'
Glorified security guard
Causin' more trouble than you find on your silly beat
Useless & integrated
The hate and race war you perpetuate will soon end
Then, you'll be unemployed
Checkin' my ID for a livin'
Insecure, power struck excuse for a pig
Smell the bacon fryin'
See it dyin' in my nice dreams
Slice these officers
Bleedin' from the cap that me just twisted back-snap!
Slut
Coward, coward
What's with that chip on your shoulder?
What's with that chip on your shoulder??!
What's with that chip on ya shoulder??
What's with that chip on ya shoulder???
Don't stop!
Check it out chumb
Ya got the hednigga up in this muthafucka
yo got tha O.M.C in tha house
Ya got tha H.E.D in da house
Orange County nigga checkin' for a motherfuckin' place to be
Ten point two three dancers fate
With the fencers down with the prankers
Fucking by the court rolling MC's calling
But the faggot turned the phone off,
Blows it, flows it, barely knows it
All fucked up with the wimp that shows it
All boesin' up like airborne, 'ot like gypsy
Burn like napalm, yeah, silly
Nigga no yo can't rip dis up all by the law
and rip the spirit lip KKK loud
Like a beetlebug in ya back here they come
Here they come
Here they come
Here they come
and when we come we come we come hard
and when we come we come correct
and when we come we come hard
and when we come we must come
Correct
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what was the reason?
didn't need one
like instinct born into a trade
not by choice but for a purpose
push the rock move the stone
Forever the hill your home
So, have you come to resurrect me
or have you come to crucify
step aside or get behind me
i wish someone would get behind me
And the hill so very high
does not give comfort
And the sweat upon your brow
will go unnoticed
You see there will be
those who come and stand
Come and stand stand in the way
they can' t believe that a stone can be moved
So they laugh when you are still
they're waiting for that hill
to swallow you and spit you out
Another casualty of art
whose only fault was being born
Born between the rock and the stone
forever the hill your home
I was born to move a mountain
I will die before I fade away
I always thought that I was chosen
King of the hill, King of the hill
And when the light is dim
who will stand by my side
Crawling on bloody knees
who will believe in me
Who will stand by me
who will walk with me
who will fly with me?
I was born to move a mountain
I will die before I fade away
I always thought that I was chosen
King of the hill, King of the hill
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