Dilated Peoples Lyrics
Dilated Peoples Lyrics
"Reservation for One Lyrics"
Baboon Music Lyrics
Hey kids! I don't think you're ready for this Systematic rebirth This is anything you want Step right up, make your move This is the primitive sound of the hunt I've programmed this station to sit by and watch you bleed Dead noise has been broadcast in our heads far too long And it ends with the taste of your blood
[Evidence]
Yo, accept defeat as I drop after the heat
Don't provoke, come fully equipped
Daggered and Cloak
So what you wanna do?
I came in bumpin Jack of Spades
You came in wit Two of Hearts by Stacey Q?
Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no rise
My DJ's in the shadows, I perform, show my soul side
To the audience, programmed intelligent
Active ingredient, balance, find the medium
It rains, let it hail, don't front my shit is ill
Tomorrow's on your voice mail, digest it like a pill
Lost my jones for cigarettes, my lungs ain't charred
Yo my sentences are full, I average eight words per bar
Babs, forgive em, they know not what they doin
They b
Yo, isn't it funny how these cats lack the basics?
Like rhymin on time, four four ?the serve's by Asics?
*Cuts by Babu*
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when my pen hits the paper" [Big Daddy Kane]
"Who's the man in the hot seat?" [Grand Puba]
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"
"I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical" [Kane]
"Ideas start to hit, and when my pen hits the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat?"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when my hit hits the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat
[Evidence]
Yo this seat's reserved for one
Of course matches my ticket stub
Escorted properly, your game bored/board like Monopoly
My satiety limit is twenty minutes
I blow more trees than Louie Freese, this flow's inifinite
Cadence, pocket, lesson, structure
Been rhymin nine years, my dedication pass peers
Skill level break the beat up, no time for my feet up
No relaxing, I keep it movin like DeNiro in Taxi
Driver, my name's Mike, Ev when I get hyper
Emergency, man down, who shot the sniper?
Yo I seen you in the crowd, arms crossed,
I know you heard of me (Stop frontin)
The show is hot, I get props from the security
Raisin levels of e
Yeah your shit is tight, you think it's ABB quality?
I don't think so, aiyyo Ben grab the fish net
Take em to the pier and throw em off at sunset
After the heat
"Aww shit" [Kane] *Cut up by Babu*
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hits the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"
"I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical"
"Ideas start to hit, and when the pen hits the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hits the paper, aww shit"
Hey kids! I don't think you're ready for this Systematic rebirth This is anything you want Step right up, make your move This is the primitive sound of the hunt I've programmed this station to sit by and watch you bleed Dead noise has been broadcast in our heads far too long And it ends with the taste of your blood
[Evidence]
Yo, accept defeat as I drop after the heat
Don't provoke, come fully equipped
Daggered and Cloak
So what you wanna do?
I came in bumpin Jack of Spades
You came in wit Two of Hearts by Stacey Q?
Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no rise
My DJ's in the shadows, I perform, show my soul side
To the audience, programmed intelligent
Active ingredient, balance, find the medium
It rains, let it hail, don't front my shit is ill
Tomorrow's on your voice mail, digest it like a pill
Lost my jones for cigarettes, my lungs ain't charred
Yo my sentences are full, I average eight words per bar
Babs, forgive em, they know not what they doin
They b
Damned If I Do Lyrics
Why do I feel so alone in a crowd of people I know Is it wrong to feel so insecure so unappealing? Why walk around in disguise with a fake grin on my face? What would it prove? What would I gain? I'd still feel so out of place Damned if I do Damned if I don't But I won't turn out like you Midlife crisis at the age of
uilt for themselves, that's why they places lay in ruinsWhy do I feel so alone in a crowd of people I know Is it wrong to feel so insecure so unappealing? Why walk around in disguise with a fake grin on my face? What would it prove? What would I gain? I'd still feel so out of place Damned if I do Damned if I don't But I won't turn out like you Midlife crisis at the age of
Yo, isn't it funny how these cats lack the basics?
Like rhymin on time, four four ?the serve's by Asics?
*Cuts by Babu*
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when my pen hits the paper" [Big Daddy Kane]
"Who's the man in the hot seat?" [Grand Puba]
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"
"I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical" [Kane]
"Ideas start to hit, and when my pen hits the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat?"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when my hit hits the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat
End Results Lyrics
Verse 1 (D.C.P) Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack from dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky streets infested with sinners and
"Verse 1 (D.C.P) Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack from dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky streets infested with sinners and
[Evidence]
Yo this seat's reserved for one
Of course matches my ticket stub
Escorted properly, your game bored/board like Monopoly
My satiety limit is twenty minutes
I blow more trees than Louie Freese, this flow's inifinite
Cadence, pocket, lesson, structure
Been rhymin nine years, my dedication pass peers
Skill level break the beat up, no time for my feet up
No relaxing, I keep it movin like DeNiro in Taxi
Driver, my name's Mike, Ev when I get hyper
Emergency, man down, who shot the sniper?
Yo I seen you in the crowd, arms crossed,
I know you heard of me (Stop frontin)
The show is hot, I get props from the security
Raisin levels of e
Mokienko Lyrics
Well Hey There John Are You Captured Just Like Me Or Were You Just Pretending Watch Her In The Background As She Shakes Her Tambourine Well Hey There John Why Did We Ever Dare To Dream That We Were Somehow Different How Much Would You Charge For A Memory But They'll Put Us Back Where We Bel
xpectancyWell Hey There John Are You Captured Just Like Me Or Were You Just Pretending Watch Her In The Background As She Shakes Her Tambourine Well Hey There John Why Did We Ever Dare To Dream That We Were Somehow Different How Much Would You Charge For A Memory But They'll Put Us Back Where We Bel
Yeah your shit is tight, you think it's ABB quality?
I don't think so, aiyyo Ben grab the fish net
Take em to the pier and throw em off at sunset
After the heat
"Aww shit" [Kane] *Cut up by Babu*
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hits the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"
"I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical"
"Ideas start to hit, and when the pen hits the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hits the paper, aww shit"