PMD Lyrics
PMD Lyrics
"I'll Wait (featuring Lavell & Roland Harris) Lyrics"
In These Shoes Lyrics
I once met a man with a sense of adventure He was dressed to trill Wherever he went he said "Let's make love on a mountain top Under the stars, on a big hard rock" I said, "In these shoes? What is this, the Peace Corps?" I said, "Honey, let's do it here" So we're sitting at a bar in Guadalajara In walks a guy with a faraway look in his eyes He says, "I got a powerful horse outside Climb on the back, I'll take you for a ride I know a little place We can get there 'fore the break of day" I said "In these shoes? No way Jose" I sa
I once met a man with a sense of adventure He was dressed to trill Wherever he went he said "Let's make love on a mountain top Under the stars, on a big hard rock" I said, "In these shoes? What is this, the Peace Corps?" I said, "Honey, let's do it here" So we're sitting at a bar in Guadalajara In walks a guy with a faraway look in his eyes He says, "I got a powerful horse outside Climb on the back, I'll take you for a ride I know a little place We can get there 'fore the break of day" I said "In these shoes? No way Jose" I sa
[PMD]
Ah... yeah.. check it, 9-4 (yeah)
Turn it up one notch
Yeah, this goes out to the brothas in Brooklyn (Crooklyn)
All the brothas to the east coast, west coast (word)
Sittin in them cars, you know what I'm sayin' (word 'em up)
Ready to blow them amps, yeah hit them bass buttons
To all the get low posses, you know what I'm sayin'
Zone 7 in the house (word 'em up) Word bond
Got my man Lavell to the left, my man Roland Harris ridin' shotgun
And of course DJ Scratch on the 1 and 2 (yeah)
Yo, Lavell, you ready to flip dough in 9-4? Sic 'em, champ
[Lavell]
I'm snakebitten, spittin' venom infected with the outrageous
contagious spreadin', nobody's protected
Microphones floatin' freely through zones, crushin' clones
So don't disturb me and the Mic Doc, searchin' real domes
Push the button, helter skelter, guard your mental
Shit's past the point, on the brink not blinkin' is essential
Niggaz blast the joint, niggaz blastin' niggaz while I'm blastin
Spastically out of electric sockets rarely seen like Hailey's Comet
What was that? Bring it back. What was that? Shit was tight, fat
All that new vocabulary get the bozack
Squad, the Def Squad, your brain is numb
Lavell Bass, Roland Harris and Parrish Smith stom
IT AIN'T EASY Lyrics
You make it all sound easy Now you’ve tasted all my wine I never wanted to hear the news That you’d found another man But it’s hard to see What you want from me It’s not easy to be in-between It’s now up to you to Make the move this time But it ain’t easy when you Don’t know where to turn And it ain’t easy But you take the chance The final chance to learn Yes, to learn That it ain’t easy when you Don’t know where to turn And it ain’t easy, so you take a look Another look at life - look at life ‘Cause it ain’t what you’ve got In the pa
p that craniumYou make it all sound easy Now you’ve tasted all my wine I never wanted to hear the news That you’d found another man But it’s hard to see What you want from me It’s not easy to be in-between It’s now up to you to Make the move this time But it ain’t easy when you Don’t know where to turn And it ain’t easy But you take the chance The final chance to learn Yes, to learn That it ain’t easy when you Don’t know where to turn And it ain’t easy, so you take a look Another look at life - look at life ‘Cause it ain’t what you’ve got In the pa
[Roland Harris]
While brothas swingin' they paws often, knowin' who it is, it's teleportic
Me, I'm Roland Harris, he's movin past the Lavell staff
His only images of a god is, yo, when you see the
PMD rolled a massive squad yo if you peter
See me no jack joke to jack rope-a-dope, no no no no
We got bloody palms suddy, fuckin' already knew that though
Crazy is the peels the reals going to ace you over gills
The most fucked up shit's about to hit the streets, which is worse, G, Me
Oh, they givin' out guns, yo. Gun control bills
But they called Big Ro ill, causin' our brothas to sit back and chill
Until align the squad G, free the squad in me
Fire exquisite looking feature, meager. And if anyone tries to
Put out these flames our chairs we throw 'em, pistol smoke, then BLAST
At last, you know who to hand the cash, the brotha with the black hoodie
Brotha AR fatigued, should he, nigga play post rhyme
Time me, 70 worst as we burst out in 84 contact go pussy
And we out, G
[PMD]
I'm sittin' in the crib, wonderin' where a sunset's at (Ha, Ha, Ha...)
I'm crosstown in the zone with my hand on the gat
Yeah, I got this. That's why they call me Swiss Smith, no bullshit
Strictly biz, not havin' it
It's
The Beauty of the Cross Lyrics
King of my life I crown You now Youre the ruler of my heart I will wear it loud I will tell the whole world about You You died in my place You suffered all for me Just so I could live You were broken and bruised And I will tell the whole world about You (Chorus) The cross, stained by blood The beauty of the cross Healing for the lost The cross, stained by blood The beauty of the cross Healing for the lost The cross King of my life I crown You now Youre healer Ive longed for Now of heaven Im sure And I will tell the whole world about Youoo many rap hits for niggaz to be checkin' me, I'm wreckin', see
Zone 7 on the track with PMD
Up after hours, gunnin' niggaz down at the watchtower
Deep like Malcolm, deadly like gun powder
Sat back strapped, while brothas try to attack
Time to react, 'cause the Hit Squad ain't havin' that
{*vocal sample*}
Hit Squad in the house, Parrish Smith representin'
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
Check check it out, check check it out
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
(Is this the best that you can make?)
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
[Roland Harris]
My niggaz making triple figures and we out to bring terror in all our pictures
I'm always lifted when I enter the 7-digit, I'm blistered
I grab beats and break bottles and widely stick it
I pull out brains and sockets and examine it, frizziness and wickedness
Roland Harris' and his device is like a rifle, it's crazy vital
(Yoooooooowwwwwww!)
[PMD]
Back from the darkness, 'bout to spark this microphone
Niggaz tryin' to reach me but no one's home
I'm not that same nigga that bust that jam, that Gold Digger
I'm in the zone, looking at the real picture
Strike three, K'in' niggaz like a pro pitcher
So take a look at daddy, 'cause I'm representin'
From Br
Niggaz trippin', bitin' my business formats and techniques like rabies
Juggle these, what, nuts, hard to fade, see
Nuff respect to Russell Simmons, peace from PMD
I'm out like Arsenio, that nigga's swayze
[Lavell]
I flip for those who lost their mind, must've crossed the line
And saw the other side and tried to slap some rastas comin' to find a ride
Normals dressed in jackets frontin' like it's warm. It's not
It's hot. You'll sizzle internally rot, you stinkin' blood clot
These rugged styles I flip a while
And if I step into a different schizophrenic ego see those bodies file
Body bags fill up, I kill crews and I abuse you
Connivers and labbers I stick you with the Phillips screw
Driver, why the violence trap, so I snap
Hurl and unfurl with violence, fall out like hair on steroids
When I'm p-noid, Like PS it's void
I'm-a disperse a verse that's planted to bitch
'cause that's the shit that makes my squad hit
{*vocal sample*}
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
(Is this the best that you can make?)
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
[PMD]
Hit Squad
Zone 7
Niggaz stay jeal'
Hit Squad
Peace Rockafella..
King of my life I crown You now Youre the ruler of my heart I will wear it loud I will tell the whole world about You You died in my place You suffered all for me Just so I could live You were broken and bruised And I will tell the whole world about You (Chorus) The cross, stained by blood The beauty of the cross Healing for the lost The cross, stained by blood The beauty of the cross Healing for the lost The cross King of my life I crown You now Youre healer Ive longed for Now of heaven Im sure And I will tell the whole world about You
Zone 7 on the track with PMD
Up after hours, gunnin' niggaz down at the watchtower
Deep like Malcolm, deadly like gun powder
Sat back strapped, while brothas try to attack
Time to react, 'cause the Hit Squad ain't havin' that
{*vocal sample*}
Hit Squad in the house, Parrish Smith representin'
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
Check check it out, check check it out
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
(Is this the best that you can make?)
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
[Roland Harris]
My niggaz making triple figures and we out to bring terror in all our pictures
I'm always lifted when I enter the 7-digit, I'm blistered
I grab beats and break bottles and widely stick it
I pull out brains and sockets and examine it, frizziness and wickedness
Roland Harris' and his device is like a rifle, it's crazy vital
(Yoooooooowwwwwww!)
[PMD]
Back from the darkness, 'bout to spark this microphone
Niggaz tryin' to reach me but no one's home
I'm not that same nigga that bust that jam, that Gold Digger
I'm in the zone, looking at the real picture
Strike three, K'in' niggaz like a pro pitcher
So take a look at daddy, 'cause I'm representin'
From Br
Stand Lyrics
It all began with an experiment that failed Meant for the enemy, unleashed on us Everything that was on course has been derailed We're all caught in the rush Holding the poison within This battle no one wins No Stand The Stand Plague came down on us like a ton of bricks Generals spilled their bag of tricks No one left to burn Captain Trips has taken all No Stand The Stand Try to understand The Stand Like an avalanche roaring over you Now there is nothing left to do Stand The Stand Try to understand The Stand
entwood, Long Island, Brooklyn to San QuentinIt all began with an experiment that failed Meant for the enemy, unleashed on us Everything that was on course has been derailed We're all caught in the rush Holding the poison within This battle no one wins No Stand The Stand Plague came down on us like a ton of bricks Generals spilled their bag of tricks No one left to burn Captain Trips has taken all No Stand The Stand Try to understand The Stand Like an avalanche roaring over you Now there is nothing left to do Stand The Stand Try to understand The Stand
Niggaz trippin', bitin' my business formats and techniques like rabies
Juggle these, what, nuts, hard to fade, see
Nuff respect to Russell Simmons, peace from PMD
I'm out like Arsenio, that nigga's swayze
[Lavell]
I flip for those who lost their mind, must've crossed the line
And saw the other side and tried to slap some rastas comin' to find a ride
Normals dressed in jackets frontin' like it's warm. It's not
It's hot. You'll sizzle internally rot, you stinkin' blood clot
These rugged styles I flip a while
And if I step into a different schizophrenic ego see those bodies file
Body bags fill up, I kill crews and I abuse you
Connivers and labbers I stick you with the Phillips screw
Driver, why the violence trap, so I snap
Hurl and unfurl with violence, fall out like hair on steroids
When I'm p-noid, Like PS it's void
I'm-a disperse a verse that's planted to bitch
'cause that's the shit that makes my squad hit
{*vocal sample*}
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
(Is this the best that you can make?)
(Weak ideas irritate my ears)
[PMD]
Hit Squad
Zone 7
Niggaz stay jeal'
Hit Squad
Peace Rockafella..
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