R. Kelly Associate Michael Williams admits He Set Azriel Clary Car On Fire

Michael Williams, one of R. Kelly’s associates who was charged with arson after he set fire to a car belonging to Kelly’s ex-girlfriend who is testifying in the case, pleaded guilty when he appeared in court on Monday.

Williams, who is said to be a relative of Kelly’s former publicist, is facing a minimum of five years imprisonment when his sentencing comes up in October. In June 2020, the car of Kelly’s ex-girlfriend Azriel Clary was torched and badly burnt. Nobody was in the car or hurt from the incident. Clary claims that it was all an intimidation tactic for being an accuser in the rape trial of R. Kelly.

Clary, who went to live with the singer when she was 17 years old, says that she was sexually and physically abused by the R&B singer, whose real name is Robert Sylvester Kelly. On social media, Clary had posted a photo of the badly burnt car and said that she was lucky to be alive since she believed that Williams intended to kill her and her family.

“So this is me at my lowest…someone not only set my car on fire at 3 am but they also made a gas line around my entire house, with intentions to burn my entire home down,” she said. “it was something that was premeditated, but the fact that someone would go to that extreme to harm me is sickening,” she said.

Williams, who took a plea deal for a reduced sentence, was charged with one count of arson. A witness tampering charge was dropped as part of the deal.

Williams was arrested as a suspect after police found records from Google that he had looked up Clary’s address in Florida using a Google search right before the arson attack. On Monday, at a court hearing in New York before pleading guilty, he said, “I drove from my house in Kissimee, Florida and deliberately set a car on fire in someone’s driveway.”

Police say along with the Google data, they also found surveillance footage of his car without license plates driving from the area as well as found cell phone records of his phone connecting to cell towers around Clary’s home location. They also found searches asking, “can you drive in Florida without a tag” and later his YouTube history, which included videos on witness intimidation and a website, “How Do Fertilizer Bombs Work,” all being the key pieces of evidence against Williams, 38.

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R. Kelly Associate Michael Williams admits He Set Azriel Clary Car On Fire

Michael Williams, one of R. Kelly’s associates who was charged with arson after he set fire to a car belonging to Kelly’s ex-girlfriend who is testifying in the case, pleaded guilty when he appeared in court on Monday.

Williams, who is said to be a relative of Kelly’s former publicist, is facing a minimum of five years imprisonment when his sentencing comes up in October. In June 2020, the car of Kelly’s ex-girlfriend Azriel Clary was torched and badly burnt. Nobody was in the car or hurt from the incident. Clary claims that it was all an intimidation tactic for being an accuser in the rape trial of R. Kelly.

Clary, who went to live with the singer when she was 17 years old, says that she was sexually and physically abused by the R&B singer, whose real name is Robert Sylvester Kelly. On social media, Clary had posted a photo of the badly burnt car and said that she was lucky to be alive since she believed that Williams intended to kill her and her family.

“So this is me at my lowest…someone not only set my car on fire at 3 am but they also made a gas line around my entire house, with intentions to burn my entire home down,” she said. “it was something that was premeditated, but the fact that someone would go to that extreme to harm me is sickening,” she said.

Williams, who took a plea deal for a reduced sentence, was charged with one count of arson. A witness tampering charge was dropped as part of the deal.

Williams was arrested as a suspect after police found records from Google that he had looked up Clary’s address in Florida using a Google search right before the arson attack. On Monday, at a court hearing in New York before pleading guilty, he said, “I drove from my house in Kissimee, Florida and deliberately set a car on fire in someone’s driveway.”

Police say along with the Google data, they also found surveillance footage of his car without license plates driving from the area as well as found cell phone records of his phone connecting to cell towers around Clary’s home location. They also found searches asking, “can you drive in Florida without a tag” and later his YouTube history, which included videos on witness intimidation and a website, “How Do Fertilizer Bombs Work,” all being the key pieces of evidence against Williams, 38.

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Lbs Kee’vin – Run Wit It Lyrics

[Intro]
(Neilaworld)

[Chorus]
All these niggas in my business, all these bitches on my dick (Yeah)
Mix that Gucci and Dior, I spent your mortgage on this fit (Yeah)
You would think I'm from New York how I was sellin' dimes and nicks (Yeah)
I'm the same nigga, don't matter if I'm broke or if I'm rich (Yeah)
And this the story of a nigga who would stand down
No security with me, I know my way around
I got a bitch that'll get any nigga whereabouts
I drop that bag and I can make a nigga air it out

[Verse 1]
I ain't clearin' shit, if you heard a rumor, then run with it
I don't want your love, I just wanna f*ck and I'm done with it
I can't do the show, the promoter won't let my gun in it
If you lookin' for love in the streets, it ain't none in it
I ain't showin' favoritism, love my bitches all the same
Like Money Making Mitch, I love the hustle, love the game
I'll overkill a nigga if he reachin' for this chain
Speak on all the times I fed you if you speakin' on my name
And that's facts, nigga
I can't be around you if you clubbin' with a rat, nigga
Conversin' with the bosses at the table when I sat with 'em
I never lose my focus, stay on track and overlap niggas
You gotta have a solid resume to give me dap, nigga
[Chorus]
All these niggas in my business, all these bitches on my dick (Yeah)
Mix that Gucci and Dior, I spent your mortgage on this fit (Yeah)

You would think I'm from New York how I was sellin' dimes and nicks (Yeah)
I'm the same nigga, don't matter if I'm broke or if I'm rich (Yeah)
And this the story of a nigga who would stand down
No security with me, I know my way around
I got a bitch that'll get any nigga whereabouts
I drop that bag and I can make a nigga air it out

[Verse 2]
Can't look at him the same, my nigga Iverson, he crossed me
I'll rock your ass to sleep, I strapped the pistol to the carseat
You deep up in that street life, one mistake'll be costly
Killers catchin' bodies, I'll never let 'em Moss me
I never been the cheap type, all my fabric expensive
Johnny for the win, I spent a dub to see the dentist
I'm ballin' and they broke, walk in the room and feel the tension
I used to be like them, but I just got up off the benches

[Chorus]
All these niggas in my business, all these bitches on my dick (Yeah)
Mix that Gucci and Dior, I spent your mortgage on this fit (Yeah)
You would think I'm from New York how I was sellin' dimes and nicks (Yeah)
I'm the same nigga, don't matter if I'm broke or if I'm rich (Yeah)
And this the story of a nigga who would stand down
No security with me, I know my way around
I got a bitch that'll get any nigga whereabouts
I drop that bag and I can make a nigga air it out
[Outro]
I ain't clearin' shit, if you heard a rumor, then run with it

Kevin Gates – Beat Box (Freestyle)

Shit. Yeah, I’m feelin’ like that
I’m in New York right now, you heard?
I’m a different kinda animal when I’m up here (I’m a silverback)
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

[Chorus:]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

A’ight, I’ma get it all out right here, you heard me?
This my healing process, you know what I’m sayin’?
I’m pressured

First time I ever been disappointed, think it came from my mother
I subconsciously engage in things that’s makin’ me suffer
And this in turn has an effect on how I deal with a woman
I try to turn ’em against their family just to prove that they love me
I put that iron on your cousin, I put that iron on your brother
And when they draw the chalk line, pretend that I don’t know nothin’
I’m not the one to cross now, I ain’t retire from thuggin’
Observe that I’m a boss now, I mail it out and say, “Fuck it”
Then slim, you won’t get walked down, if you survivin’, you lucky
You survivin’, you lucky, you survivin’, you lucky

[Chorus:]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

Why I’m supposed to be givin’ a fuck, lil’ bitch? Uh, let me calm down
Heard your opinion and I’m not givin’ a shit, I’m really up now
In the H I went to Emit and got the pendant bust down
Talkin’ ’bout what you gon’ do to the kid, I’m out here shinin’, what now?
Applyin’ the pressure, she beggin’ to get my attention, but ain’t no love now
Say you fuckin’ with someone that fit my description, but it ain’t workin’ out
Personal trainin’ when I used to hit it, whip up and work it out
I’m really for certain now, I’m knowin’ my purpose now (I am)
My insecurity wiped out, I’m knowin’ my purpose now (I know)

When you find someone seekin’ acceptance, that’s dangerous
‘Cause they’re not just seekin’ acceptance from you, they seek acceptance wherever they can get it from
Even the opposition, yes, Lord

[Chorus:]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

DMX In Vegetative State After Overdosing On Drugs

DMX is in a vegetative state at a New York hospital following a drug overdose.

The New York rap legend reportedly overdosed on drugs at his home on Friday night at approximately 11 pm. TMZ reported that he was rushed to a hospital in White Plains, New York, where he is currently admitted to the critical care unit. While some sources are saying he has some level of brain activity, doctors are cautioning that he might not make it as he remains in a vegetative state.

DMX drug overdose also reportedly triggered a heart attack. The former Ruff Ryders frontman has battled drug abuse for many years and has even opened up about how he believed he became addicted to drugs as early as age 14.

“I didn’t smoke cigarettes, I didn’t smoke weed, I didn’t do anything, I’m 14-years-old,” DMX recalls in an interview. The rap icon revealed that he was at a birthday party when his close friend tried to pass him a blunt which he refused because he didn’t smoke.

“He came back with a blunt rolled up. And as I’m counting the money, he passed the blunt,” X said while adding that it was Ready Ron who passed him the blunt that time, and he obliged and took it. “I was no longer focused on the money. I’ve never felt like this. It just f***ed me up,” he said.

DMX questioned why his close friend would do something like that to someone he looked up to and revealed that a monster was born that day, something he called a blessing and a curse. The blessing be it likely helped him to become one of the most successful and recognized names in hip hop of all time, and the curse being his lifelong battle with substance abuse.

In February 2016, DMX overdosed on drugs where he became unconscious and was rushed to a hospital. In that incident, police officers had to administer CPR because the rapper had no pulse when they arrived on the scene. DMX associates denied that the incident was too placed.

In October 2019, DMX checked himself into rehab following another relapse. He had been doing good since that rehab stint but has apparently relapse once again.

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Desiigner – I Get That Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, you dig
(Ayo Razy, this shit crazy)

[Chorus]
I get that—, get that loaf (Loaf)
I get that—, you want smoke (Smoke)
I get your—, I’m a ho’
She want a nigga from New York
Hold it, huh
I’m ridin’ through the block in a Phantom, hold (Oh)
She diggin’ on me ’cause I’m handsome
I get that—, get that loaf (Loaf)
I get that—, you want smoke (Smoke)
I get your—, I’m a ho’
She want a nigga from New York
Hold it, huh
I’m ridin’ through the block in a Phantom, hold
She diggin’ on me ’cause I’m handsome, ayy

[Verse 1]
Nigga, I’m lit
I come from the bottom, I come with the shit
Remember the days when I had to go in
Now I got bitches, they come on the ship, hey, ayy
Paid 45 for the Phantom, woah, huh
Holdin’ up a lick for the ransom

[Chorus]
I get that for the low (Low)
I get that, you want smoke (Smoke)
I get your— she a ho’
She want a nigga who gon’ tote
She want a— who get money
I wanna— in her tummy
I made this sh—, keep one-hundred
I let her— when she want it

[Verse 2]
Shooters they in the V
Put ’em all on a tee
May the dead rest in peace
Make the opps go to sleep
Let you know I’m a G
Pay the field with the heat
Louis kicks, Louis V
Make it bounce just for me

[Chorus]
I get that—, get that loaf (Loaf)
I get that—, you want smoke (Smoke)
I get your—, I’m a ho’
She want a nigga from New York
Hold it, huh
I’m ridin’ through the block in a Phantom, hold (Oh)
She diggin’ on me ’cause I’m handsome
I get that—, get that loaf (Loaf)
I get that—, you want smoke (Smoke)
I get your—, I’m a ho’
She want a nigga from New York
Hold it, huh
I’m ridin’ through the block in a Phantom, hold
She diggin’ on me ’cause I’m handsome, ayy

Young M.A – Successful Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ooh-ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh
That’s what we doin’
I don’t even gotta say I’m the Queen of my city no more, man
They know I’m the Queen, man, they already [?] that
Yeah, man

[Verse 1]
I could never lose, what you thought?
Bitch, I’m the Queen of the New York
It’s Red Lyfe, I’m a big stepper (Big Stepper)
I bleed when I walk, big flexer
This is chess not checkers (Uh-huh)
All my checks up
When they talk down, tell ’em, “Bless up” (Bless up)
I ain’t givin’ no lecture (No)
Cognac got me chargеd up like a Tesla (Hmrrr)
Foot on they nеcks, pressure (Pressure)
So many people let me down, why would I let up? (Why?)
Can’t trust these Philly niggas, nah, it’s a set up (Nah)
I can’t trust these pretty bitches, M-O-B forever (Mob)
Yeah, my heart told me, “Fuck love, get your shit together” (Uh-huh)
Yeah, and when you take a couple L’s, you gon’ win forever (Hmm)
Give up? I’ll never (I’ll never)
I don’t give a fuck what you did first, I probably did it better (Uh-huh)
Yeah, six years independent, winnin’, will it end? Never (Never)
I’m a livin’ legend, even when I die, I’ma live forever (I’ma live forever)

[Chorus]
I’m one word with ten letters
Successful
I’m one word with ten letters
Successful

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’m God’s gift but that boss shit
I’m the big devil (I’m the big demon)
Can’t trick me, if she a gold digger
I’m the big shovel (She the big Treesh)
I like a thick bitch with a thick bank
And a thick schedule (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, and I’m the shit, bitch
And ain’t shit changed, just a different level (Mm-hmm)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m one word with ten letters
Successful (Mm-hmm)
I’m one word with ten letters
Successful

[Verse 3]
And I’m top ten, and if you think otherwise
Suck my dick (Shhh)
I got it locked and I’m locked in (Uh-huh)
We cut different, I am not them (Not them)
This Red Lyfe and we tied in
They got me and I got them (Red Lyfe)
He say I’ma go to Hell for all of this sinnin’
Well, let rot then (Uh-huh)
It’s time off for your niggas when I put the time (Huh)
No handouts, I put the grind in (Huh)
Got in my bag and I got rich when I climbed in (Hmm)
They clock out when I clock in (Huh)
‘Cause I’m the big spitter
Only competition I would probably have (It’s what?)
It’s a twin sister

[Outro]
La-da
Oh-oh, yeah

Lil’ Candy Paint – 24 Lyrics

[Chorus]
How the f*ck you broke? We get the same 24
Got a lil' change then you changed on your bros
Give me an M right now, I wouldn't change on my hoes
You got fool in your body and the fake get exposed
Can't trust nobody, these lame niggas hoes
Finna lay down a bitch with the playing with her nose
I done met a couple bitches in the past, sometimes my bros
All my idols, my opps, they think I took they ho
Let me let them niggas know

[Verse]
Niggas wanna play this shit cordial and they was backstabbing me
Try to get my bitch, couldn't have that thing
I was out in New York with your bitch on my D
I said send the bag then she CashApp me
If you see, lil' nigga, throw a bag at me
I'm a handsome nigga, bitch, and he mad at me
I'ma [?] that lil' bitch, get him mad at me
Just to show them lil' niggas that the bag on me
I'm just mad that I call you my partner
I'm just mad that these bitches my problem

I just took another thotty out the product
I just took another thotty off the ballot
[?] went straight to Cali
Hellcat coming roaring, you can hear it down the allies
Drop the oxy my dreams just to make a nigga happy
You'd do anything just to make a thot happy
E or the Perc', having choices
Popped one now I'm hearing voices
You must ain't have heard what lil' Lee said
Can't fear no nigga who bleed red
[Chorus]
How the f*ck you broke? We get the same 24
Got a lil' change then you changed on your bros
Give me an M right now, I wouldn't change on my hoes
You got fool in your body and the fake get exposed
Can't trust nobody, these lame niggas hoes
Finna lay down a bitch with the playing with her nose
I done met a couple bitches in the past, sometimes my bros
All my idols, my opps, they think I took they ho
Let me let them niggas know

Justin Bieber – Love You Different Lyrics (feat. Beam)

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
I will love you different
Just the way you are
And I will love you different

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
You pull up in a foreign
You that New York time, easy Sunday morning (Front seat)
When we touch I think we skip a beat (Beep, beep, beep)
It's a movie with you, got me at the edge (Let me see)

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber]
There’s a beauty on your lips
I drown with every kiss
I'm not used to this
There's nothing I won’t give
Don't like making promises
Just remember this

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
I will love you different
Just the way you arе
And I will love you different
That's what you been looking for
You'rе the fruit of my life
That patient kind
That tongue got me tongue-tied
And that's why
I will love you different
Just the way you are
[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
No matter how different
You're beautiful
I can't make this up, no, baby
Ain't no need to beat your face in Fenty
Want you on the cover, under the covers
Ain’t no rubbers on this planet
I’ll treat you like a mother (Let's make babies)

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber]
There’s beauty on your lips
I drown with every kiss
I'm not used to this
There's nothing I won't give
Don’t like making promises
Just remember this

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
I will love you different
Just the way you are
And I will love you different
That's what you been looking for
You're the fruit of my life
That patient kind
That tongue got me tongue-tied
And that's why
I will love you different
Just the way you are
[Verse 3: Beam]
I and I
Need you in my life
Even when the fire burning I need you find the light
It's a different night
With you right by my side
You mix the color, color, color, color, see the future bright
This here mutual, it's not usual
When I'm around you I-I-I (Ooh)
Dem goose bumps, dem goose bumps
The truth hurt and you know
A real ting we feel this time (Ooh)
You gimme goose bumps yeah, yeah

[Chorus Justin Bieber]
I will love you different
Just the way you are
And I will love you different
That's what you been looking for

Fettes Brot – Prolog Lyrics

[Strophe:][Boris]
Das muss auch König Boris erkennen, der vor den Schatten seiner Vergangenheit nach Amerika floh, um dort den Frieden zu finden nach dem er sich so sehnt. Davon ist er allerdings noch weit entfernt. Das wird ihm richtig bewusst, als ihn die vier Banden des „Weißen Drachen“ aufgespürt haben. Der „Weiße Drache“ ist kein geringer als der geheimnisvolle Verbrecherfürst, der New York ihn seinem schmutzigen Griff bekommen möchte. Dafür braucht er jeden Mann, der der uralten Kampfkünste mächtig ist. Auch König Boris. Es sieht beinahe hoffenungslos für ihn aus, denn der junge Mann hat keine Freunde. Keine? Falsch. Da ist einer, ein gewisser Spiderman

Freddie Gibbs – Stripes Lyrics

Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Got dmc, run dmc, run dmc, run dmc
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…

Yeah, stay on the cruise so… stick up to stick man
357 to the… bitch I hope you picked up a dinner plan
Got that out your… 250 grand
Don’t let hair… straight from new york in my nigger minivan
Scuze me mister officer I been thinking about popping you
So you better not search this car I’m so high I’m off… I promise you
I won’t go back to jail, seem like every time nigger try to make a sell
These bitches go back and tell
This shit here fresh off the scale, white bitch 10 bricks and a m3
When I’m done bring down let’s go, I’ma beat that shit like a mp
Say they murk me for 10 g,… shit don’t offend me
The hair strike… rap shit, I run d and I mc

Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me

And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…

I don’t even use the door, I just pull another round
Only… shit, look like a…
… about to give it a massage,
I whip them bitches 2 at time, yeah, I’ménage
Car full of bags looking I’ve been shopping
… across the street, I think the motherf*cker’s watching
Oh well, gotta it, this why I cook it
This the cooking channel get a nigger some to looking
We’ve been riding all day, that’s why my name is just tommy
Save for the night cause my neighbors might own me
Riding so dirty, made the birds take a bath
When it dried off, it was a bird in the hatch

Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…

Keyshia Cole Explains Why Ashanti Verzuz Was Again Canceled

Keyshia Cole offered concerned fans an explanation why her Verzuz battle with Ashanti didn’t happen.

Fans of Ashanti and Keyshia Cole will have to wait even longer for their Verzuz showdown. COVID-19 has forced the cancellation of dozens of concerts over the past year, and it seems that even virtual Verzuz battles are not immune. An announcement on the official Instagram account confirmed that the upcoming match-up between the two R&B stars that was set to take place on Saturday but has now been postponed.

“I’m so sorry the @verzuztv event didn’t happen!” Keyshia Cole wrote on Instagram. “I want you guys to kno, I really think @applemusic didn’t want to put staff/Production in danger along with @ashanti and myself. Due to the recent spike with the Corona virus …. I kno you all had get togethers and parties planned in states that were open. I’m so sorry! I love you guys, and thank you for the continued love and support over all these years!!! I BEEN READY! And I STAY READY.”

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“This has been an emotional week. In addition, as COVID-19 numbers continue to increase, safety is a top priority for us,” read the statement from the Verzuz team. “As much as we enjoy having everyone together in the same room, to protect the artists and everyone who works with us in putting the shows together, we’ll be going back to separate locations for a bit.”

Unfortunately for lovers of Keyshia and Ashanti, this is not the first time that their hopes have been put on hold. The original duel between the pair was scheduled for December 12th but had to be put on ice as the “Foolish” singer tested positive for coronavirus. Although she has recovered, it is understandable that the Verzuz organizers want to take every precaution with COVID-19 cases climbing by more than 200,000 per day.

The news of the postponement was met with much disappointment, with many on Twitter saying they no longer cared about the battle between the New York artist and the “Heaven Sent” singer. “If Ashanti and Keyshia scared to battle Verzuz just say that,” read one tweet.

Although organizers have not revealed a new date for the face-off, let’s hope that the third time’s the charm.

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Royal Flush – Rotten Apple Lyrics

Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle

Hook (2x):
Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Dwellin, dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle

Verse 1:
As a young men, walking in these streets where my gun clean
To sell grams to chop chop make the extra ends
The ??? to make me inhale within
All the reefa that I choke don’t provoke get smoked
Half your team left buddy problem solve with coke
Treats is no joke in traces with cancer from gun smoke
Open up your eyes and realize at time fly by
What up with chulas I didn’t leave myself sometime
Staying laced up chasing absolute with crime
These streets is mine I guess I’m black and strapping by nine
Although I’m going through a lot busting cops for props
Keeping loose rocks for every fiend
I didn’t sweat to death thinking bout the seed I got to bless
Although I rest god leave some money in his chest
God bless all my people’s lying up state to death
Street stress I try to see a billion nothing less

Hook (2x):

Verse 2:
My life’s a struggle the preachers in the church know how they thug you
First they mug you by telling God that they love you
Son f*ck that, staying in the street packing heat

f*ck a TNT sweet my people’s we got to eat
Moving on a creep trying stack a million in a week
Wisely can’t even trust my man down with deep
Niggas saying showing mad love but I act like them
Not in my team we trying see nothing else but cream
Coming for Queens peace to whole boroughs doing their thing
However you last long cause you don’t go while getting blast
Never ??? shooting at these niggas getting cash
??? f*cking with this like that’s going bad
Do I live a last but my first extortion from a Arab
I got bag for all these f*cking warrants I had
Drinking Remy fast with lieutenant criminal business
Exchange coke for spinach by false move you finish

Hook (2x):

Verse 3:
For the love, money, murder and sex I push a Lex
To my death don’t sweat load down niggas holding a tech
Diamond flooded next condos top notch connect
Plush we stack cream for fiends that you never seen
Living killer queens base land niggas do their thing
Let the money built money holding on my gun keep it real
Thugs in New York talking slick talk holding your fort
While I’m throwing judges in court maintain in sport
Showing all support catching cases running through current
I stay blunted cause in these streets flush is warning

Hook (2x):

Quando Rondo – Who Died Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Quando Rondo & Officer Coffey]
What set you from?
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60’s, huh
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
I’m this bitch with Dubba A
Nigga, we be steady flexin’, yeah
Don’t know me
Oh, no, no

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Verse]
They gon’ call the homicide
On a whole another level that I ain’t supposed to
How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
Timmy say don’t talk on them phones
I’ma put three holes on yo’ dome
Timmy run down the street wit’ a Glock in his hand
Like lil’ kid this is what I’m on
I was up in New York at the top of the bands
I was out, zipped up wit’ that chrome
Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
I’m steady tryna rip up the corner
Because they shot at yo’ lil’ brother
After that he went and posted a photo
And you don’t get no straight about it
Nigga told me you called his phone
Big 33 that Timmy covered, let’s go post up by the store
I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio’s
Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
My stick was talkin’ on the ‘Gram, you let off shots then make a post

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Outro]
If you love me or you love me not, I’ma be me
He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets
(This is the sound) Woah
Pussy ass nigga, hahaha
Tell that nigga, spin
I’m tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her
Haha, nigga I’m a savage
Broke ass nigga

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Joyner Lucas – The War Lyrics

Play this song

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip
Lost a darlin’, got it right back, yeah
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
‘Til I found out it wasn’t really like that, yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
I used to make love to a down-ass trick, you could bend her backwards (Woo)
I don’t need much but a badass bitch and a Netflix password (Hey)
I know that I’m comin’ home late, but fuck it, what we gon’ do after?
I’m tryna get head today, go to work like you got rent to pay
She a daddy’s girl, like Reginae (Ah)
I paid my dues, I ain’t gon’ lose (Word)
Hit ’em with the hand, the Deebo
All of you birds is Dan DeVito
I’ma die a legend like Dan Marino
I just blew a check at the damn casino
Stroll through life like I ain’t got rules
You think I ain’t shit if I ain’t got you
But how you gon’ walk if you ain’t got shoes? Ayy
Shawty shootin’ bullets from the Pontiac (Buh)
She a ventilatin’ hypochondriac (Hey)
She just wanna know where the Molly at (Woo)
I just wanna know where the party at (Woah)
I’ma leave your ass where I got you at (Gang)
Damn, you done let the dog off the leash
Can’t talk to me, now I’m harder to reach
You don’t belong to me, you belong to the streets (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip
Lost a darlin’, got it right back, yeah
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
‘Til I found out it wasn’t really like that, yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I got a Rolls, a pink Chanel, like RIP Prodigy (Prodigy)
Even when I’m just in at the spot, my wrist is a forty (Forty)
I’m in New York with five hundred sticks and we sell ’em two thousand apiece (Apiece)
A hundo for privates, yeah, land in Hawaii, my bitches in Honolulu (Yeah)
I hopped off a jet and I land in Dubai
Look like she got red contact in her eyes (Hop off a jet)
I’m ’bout to ride, you know you can slide
‘Bout to ride, but I don’t do lie
Want your body like Nicki Minaj (Yeah)
Hypnotize the jeweler with these diamonds (Yeah)
Takin’ mine, yeah, that’s an honor (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck with you, but this one done, yeah

[Bridge: Joyner Lucas]
And all my life, I just wanted to be me, babe (Oh, yeah)
And all my life I just wanted to be free (Oh)
Said all them nights spent together, we would stay up ’til forever
You act like you don’t remember, but I do (Oh-oh)
And that’s alright ’cause I know what it’s gon’ be, babe (Oh)
Said, “That’s alright, I found someone else for me” (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
So when you see us out together, please act like I never met you (Oh)
I just thought that I should let you know that

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh)
I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Mally Mall

Wais P – Money On The Dresser Lyrics (feat. Fiend & GLC)

Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

(Verse 1:Wais P)
Yeah
I’m riding around, I’m pimpin up
My hoes down, never go around
You could ride the bitch
Make the pussy rich
She strayed away,she’s gonna pay the pimp
Not half of it, baby every cent
Every dollar, until your pockets spent
You can holla until your left with lent
On my collar, all my diamonds spin
You like the look I write the book
I make the rules, you make the moves
I won’t play the fool,I’ll play the king
I’m built to win and my pinky ring
Get’s eyes so much if bitch you just look at me
And say , Yey, he’s a champion
He’s a winner, he’s a sinner
Money tall like a center
You mad cause I ball
And your pockets look thinner
f**k the dog bitch beware
Of a pimp when you enter
Some of you cats seem confused,cause you dinner
Let me help you out, you a bitch for real
When the feds come , you snitch for real
I’m a real live pimp, I’m already rich
I’m independent,I set the deal
I self lord, C E O my nigga
Can’t impress me with your little six figures
I need 8 laying on the side,that be the sign
That my money is infinite
Ya get it, you niggas too slow
Just came from Texas , knocked two hoes
Each hoes invest Copped two ghosts
Twin rolls we got penthouse goals
Champagne thoughts playboy Porche
Wais P logo, on the pool and the porch ,GO

(Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

(Verse 2:Fiend)
I’m on that weed that be so good
That make you doze off
Mixed with the vics and percs
Now make her take her clothes off
She lucky she found pimpin cause she know
Cause her toes crossed
Follows directions well
But baby girls so lost
Them cookies bought me four trucks
Two houses and more bucks
Like bread crumbs in the pond
Just bringing more ducks
Audi 8 chasing her mouth alone is relations
I’m calculating impatient
The product is amazing
Five grand a week she hand me
If I could bottle up this candy
You were given a million dollar then
Maybe you’d understand me
Gotta golden goose, I drove the coupe
Ride it to that porche up the four door
Power of the pussy, get seven deep
Record this life in slow-mo
Luther in my trunk
Round these parts, you smell that skunk
LV on them trunks
Long trips, because we won’t
I still push a caddy with trues and vogues on it
Without a gun and bullets
Take the block and put holes on it

(Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

(Verse 3:GLC)
They can’t oppose,this some pimping that is golden
Quit f**kin with this lames mane
Actin you like you holdin
My ism cold as ice,man
Ho’s just call it frozen
Strech him now he in the game
Your ass ain’t the nose bleeds
You ain’t got no dough
Need to elevate your hoeness
Shut the f**k up ho
Take this smoke and go and roll this
See me ridin vogues, something slick with a cold bitch
Then I’m gonna get chose
I was voted favourite hoes pimp
Man I’m from the ‘Go
So my mackin is so cold bitch
How, you ain’t know when you know
I’m out here showin
Welcome to the congregation
Baby I’m it’s Moses
Mackin is the Vatican
I’m out here like the Pope Pimp
Gave these hoes some game
On life like they consulted
Why’d you think they paid
A pimp,they offer me devotion
Macking is my expertise
These streets they got respect for me
When ism was young, my daddy was a pimp
So what did you expect from me
Cathedral

(Outro:GLC)
I just tell em like this
Rise with me, don’t despise the P
It’s me GLC rotate with my true player
Partner by the name of Wais P
Church is definately on the move baby
You know what Im talkin bout If you ain’t sure
We offer nothing but pimping thats pure
You know what I’m talking about
From the Chi to New York offer true pimp support
You know what I’m talking about
Mackin is the institution , come on and pay your retribution
Know what I’m talking about ,Church is definatley on the move
Ism will resume
Cathedral to the congregation
Wais the P, wassup man
Welcome to this motherf**kin to this ism nation
Church

(Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

Bryce Vine – Baby Girl Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh-ooh
Yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
We in New York, we wylin’
It’s gettin’ hot this summer, we ain’t outside
Baby girl got style, she a stylist
Ready for the long haul, ain’t no flight

[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move

[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it

[Verse 2]
Baby girl tryna call this bluff (Woo)
Baby girl tryna know what’s up
My baby doesn’t go out much
She used to say I get the same outcome (I get the same)
She use to party with the [?] (Whip it, ooh)
All in the middle like Malcolm (Ooh-ooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move

[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it

[Bridge]
Baby girl don’t want no drama
She wanna have fun
God damn
Ooh-ooh

[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move

[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just tryna have fun with it

Striker – The Keg That Crushed New York Lyrics (feat. Dan Cleary, Ian Sandercock, Chris Segger, Dave Arnold, Magnus Burdeniuk)

Metal keg of glory, one thousand tonnes of steel
Filled right to the brim – a thousand beers to steal
From the planet booze in the galaxy of beer
Flew beerzillion light years just to party here
Taller than a mountain, high up in the sky
Fear the beerorizer, so drunk I’m going to die
The keg that crushed New York
Watch out, the tidal wave is coming
The keg that crushed New York
You better start running….NOT
*tsk* glug…glug…glug…glug….GO!!
You’ve had one beer and I’ve had eleven
If beer came from boobs I’d be in heaven
So quit your job and leave your school
And party with Striker, that’ll be cool
Taller than a mountain, high up in the sky
Fear the beerorizer, so drunk I’m going to die
The keg that crushed New York
Watch out, the tidal wave is coming
The keg that crushed New York
BEERNAMI!!!!
Surfs up!
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Taller than a mountain, high up in the sky
Fear the beerorizer, so drunk I’m going to die
The keg that crushed New York
Watch out, the tidal wave is coming
The keg that crushed New York
Wipeout!

Soulchef – Deal With It Lyrics

Intro: Hydroponikz
Making music that you feelin from New York to New Zealand

Verse 1: Hydroponikz
Yeah, they greet me with a ”how do you do?”
My day job political news, one day I’m jaded
One day I’m like the only way I can deal is get faded
Why the rich sittin somewhere shaded in this sorted peak
This assorted creak from the back to the front of my mind
Trust me I’m not only in agony some of the time
It’s always my heart on ache
Friends out here turn out to be a lesson on dodging snakes
It’s bug from the Empire to the guarded state who knew I’d turn to
I used to have this rap thing to spit my concerns
To the response I get, was to support my fans sponsorships
Now it’s f**king up my conscious
Now I don’t feel it like I used to
Lookin for a new tool of outlet, these news crews ain’t about shit
If they pushin agendas over the dead, helplessness in my head
This the world that I’m supposed to raise kids in
Raise awareness when the first thing they see is your skin
Fairness, they wanna feel the texture of your hearings
Take your paycheck apparent, how could I afford marriage?
All we ever needed was love, f**k a politician
And anybody making decisions, if it’s not that
If your answer is to buy em back then you already lost
What you can’t heal with music instead of comedy dog
Asked us to remain silent, alcoholic begone
Hardly breath for some suicide is the only release
But suicide by police, man that shit is so work
Can’t believe our society bred them
Cannot create a person new to that fate, go ahead in head first
Maybe you’ll fix it, maybe you don’t, maybe you won’t
For your next verse maybe you’ll grow
Don’t lose sight I love my wife, my mom, my stepdad like he my own DNA
And yet I still feel this way

Hook: Hydroponikz
Surveillance so watch your crowded neighbors
And doubt your flight attendant will tell you watch your head but my head got too high
Tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it
Man forget it
Thinkin I’ll be goin back, days a simple slow relax
But nights are really cold so these days now I know that
I can deal with it, I can deal with it, I can deal with it

Verse 2: Hydroponikz
I did it before so what’s so hard now it’s gun to these fakers that’s in this odd town
None of these bumps is at my job now calm down
Ain’t no balls they just try to suppress me
Some I’m out here making the rest with my own hands and keys in my right
Smokes in my left so of course they don’t stress me
A lost little rejectee that was trying to rep
Not quite the right skin and hype try to relax
It was about that, we was all supposed to come up, uh
Regardless, without graph the bars just to bounce back
Out the rat race the waited, betrayed God it’s just a mouse trap
The true essence is through lessons
So what I learned then, that stress is a waste
If that’s the case ain’t worth the money, just to get with the fakes
And then my flow is probably the best in the place
So I put the work in, we already made it for certain
How long can I keep cursing till it’s curtains? (curtains)

Hook: Hydroponikz
Surveillance so watch your crowded neighbors
And doubt your flight attendant will tell you watch your head but my head got too high
Tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it
Man forget it
Thinkin I’ll be goin back, days a simple slow relax
But nights are really cold so these days now I know that
I can deal with it, I can deal with it, I can deal with it (deal with it)

Snowgoons – Fast Food Nation Lyrics (feat. Q-Unique)

[Intro]
McDonald’s is my spot. Right in the drive-thru
“I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle” – Beastie Boys’Hold It Now Hit It’
“Yo can I interest you in some burgers and fries” – De La Soul ‘Bitties In The BK Lounge’

[Verse One]
Welcome to hip hop, let me take your order
With a side order of lies, lead your children to the slaughter
You can super size and feel like you’re on a winning team
But careful with the calories, you won’t fit into your skinny jeans
No nutritional value, rap is like fast food
Like diarrhea through your system when it pass through
As real as he feel for all the gats he peeled
The label will only sign him for a toy and a Happy Meal
Tune into the radio’s artificial ingredients
A heartless issue with godless fiends and deviants
Frying up the french fries become a part of the franchise
Every man lies for a chance at the grand prize

[Hook]
We’re spitting that fast food
Load ’em up, blast through
Looking like a class of fools, look at what the cash do
1,000 calories of waste product
Hit your label up or get the place shot up
We’re spitting that fast food
Load ’em up, blast through
Looking like a class of fools, throw ’em in the trash dude
1,000 calories of waste product
Hit your label up or get the place shot up

[Excerpt from the motion picture Big Daddy]
“You got a Happy Meal? Can we get a Happy Meal? WILL SOMEBODY GET THE KID A HAPPY MEAL?!”

[Verse Two]
The similarities are startlingly profound
When the industry and McDonald’s share the face of a clown
Even a little taste of the sound is enough to make you vomit
When homophobic rappers falling out the closet
Burger King in New York brought Coke to the block
And locked it till Ronald McDonald cooked up a rock for a profit
The man serving you special sauce is jizz from the Hamburgler
The Kentucky Fried Colonel is a Klan murderer
Wendy is a hooker on 42nd and 10th
The five guys are at Arbys cooking up meth
An army clones and steel but the chrome ain’t real
You pop off at the fast food I make a home cooked meal

[Hook]

[Scratching]
“Addictive food creates a fast food chain reaction” – Sicknature ‘Behind The Backdrop’

Alexander 23 – Dirty AF1s Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You took your smile back to New York
But you left your toothbrush
And I hope you bought a new one but I’d love you toothless
I used to sing while in the shower, now I don’t
‘Cause you’re not there to sing along
While you put your makeup on
You took your smile back to New York
But you left your toothbrush

[Pre-Chorus]
And I’d love you just the same
But I’m worried words lose weight
Does it hit you just as hard from three thousand miles away?
From three thousand miles away, from three

[Chorus]
I used to like to go out before I met you
Now I just go out to forget you
Put my nice shoes on so strangers can’t tell
That I miss your dirty Air Force 1’s
I used to like to go out before I met you
Now I just go out to forget you
Put my favourite shirt on so strangers don’t know
That it looks way better on you

[Verse 2]
Took my heart to California, now it doesn’t work right
Yeah, it beats and, yeah, it beats, but damn, it hurts every night
You’re not lonely just because you are alone
But ever since we said goodbye, well, I just happen to be both
I took my heart to California, now it’s broken

[Pre-Chorus]
And I love you just the same
But I’m worried words lose weight
Does it hit you just as hard from three thousand miles away?
From three thousand miles away, from three

[Chorus]
I used to like to go out before I met you
Now I just go out to forget you
Put my nice shoes on so strangers can’t tell
That I miss your dirty Air Force 1’s
I used to like to go out before I met you
Now I just go out to forget you
Put my favourite shirt on so strangers don’t know
That it looks way better on you

Bts – On Lyrics

[방탄소년단 – ON 가사]

[Verse 1: Jimin, V]
I can’t understand what people are sayin’
어느 장단에 맞춰야 될지
한 발자국 떼면 한 발자국 커지는 shadow
잠에서 눈을 뜬 여긴 또 어디
어쩜 서울 또 New York or Paris
일어나니 휘청이는 몸

[Verse 2: RM]
(Look) Look at my feet, look down
날 닮은 그림자
흔들리는 건 이놈인가
아니면 내 작은 발끝인가?
두렵잖을 리 없잖아
다 괜찮을 리 없잖아
그래도 I know, 서툴게 I flow
저 까만 바람과 함께 날아

[Pre-Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin, Jin]
Hey, na-na-na
미치지 않으려면 미쳐야 해
Hey, na-na-na
나를 다 던져 이 두 쪽 세상에
Hey, na-na-na
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
제 발로 들어온 아름다운 감옥
Find me and I’m gonna live with ya

[Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

[Verse 3: j-hope]
Bring the pain
모두 내 피와 살이 되겠지
Bring the pain
No fear, 방법을 알겠으니
작은 것에 breathe
그건 어둠 속 내 산소와 빛
내가 나이게 하는 것들의 힘
넘어져도 다시 일어나 scream

[Verse 4: Suga]
넘어져도 다시 일어나 scream
언제나 우린 그랬으니
설령 내 무릎이 땅에 닿을지언정
파묻히지 않는 이상
그저 그런 해프닝쯤 될 거란 걸
Win no matter what
Win no matter what, win no matter what
네가 뭐라던 누가 뭐라던, I don’t give a uh
I don’t give a uh, I don’t give a uh

[Pre-Chorus: V, Jimin]
Hey, na-na-na
미치지 않으려면 미쳐야 해
Hey, na-na-na
나를 다 던져 이 두 쪽 세상에
Hey, na-na-na
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
제 발로 들어온 아름다운 감옥
Find me and I’m gonna live with ya

[Chorus: V, Jin]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

[Bridge: Jungkook]
나의 고통이 있는 곳에
내가 숨 쉬게 하소서
My everythin’, my blood and tears
Got no fears, I’m singin’, ohh
Oh, I’m takin’ over
You should know, yeah
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
깜깜한 심연 속 기꺼이 잠겨
Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya

[Chorus: All]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
All that I know is just goin’ on and on and on and on
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

Theo Katzman – Brooklyn Lyrics

I haven’t even known you a day

[Verse 1]
Packed a book bag
Socks and sneakers, and dress shoes just in case
Sky bound for my home town
To the north shore on a Sunday
Gave a kiss to my lady friend
She’s a sweet talk and a sweet taste
Gave thanks for my family
Thanks to my friends, I’m getting shit-faced

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh well
This Long Island, it’s a desolate place
A far cry from my first love, Michigan
My sweet talk and my sweet taste
A long way from the long lost dreams
Left broken on a California freeway
This Brooklyn
Oh, Brooklyn…

[Chorus]
You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day

[Verse 2]
Hopped a south-bound train
From Bleecker to the Park Slope real estate
Looked around for a sit-down brunch
With all-you-can-eat poundcake
Found a few, maybe six or seven
Free coffee and free champagne
I hadn’t seen such a free time living
Since my sixteenth birthday

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh well
This Long Island, it’s a desolate place
A far cry from my first love, Michigan
My sweet talk and my sweet taste
A long way from the long lost dreams
Left broken on a California freeway
This Brooklyn
Oh, Brooklyn…

[Chorusx2]
You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day

You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day

[Outro]
Known you a day
I’ve only known you a day
Known you a day
Oh, I’ve only known you a day
Known you a day
Known you a day yeah

Ken Nordine – What Time Is It? Lyrics

There was this guy who was a regular guy who lived a regular life
Got up 7:30 every morning
Had the same breakfast
Kissed the same wife goodbye every morning
Went to the same office
Came home [?] Monday through Friday
On Saturdays, he played with the children
Did handywork around the house
Sundays, he took the family out on the station wagon to the suburbs
And there, they looked at the houses and the trees, the billboards, the gasoline stations, and the railroad crossings
And his life might have gone on like this forever
Except one night, something strange happened to him
You see, he went to bed at 10:30
And some of his friends stayed up later
And one of them, closing up a place that closed at two in the morning, decided to call this “regular liver”
And said, “What time is it?”, on the telephone
When he woke up and he said, “Who’s this? Who’s this? It’s, it’s, it’s two o’clock in the morning, it’s no time to call. Bye!”
But the practical joker called every night, two o’clock in the morning
He did this for two weeks
Friend [?] said, “Who is it? Stop!”
Finally, after two weeks, the practical joker lost interest in the joke and did stop
Then came two o’clock and the phone didn’t ring
So he woke up
“Why isn’t the phone ringing?”
He discovered that the only way that he could go back to sleep was to say, “What time is it?”
Look at his watch and say, “two o’clock”
And he could sleep
He did this a couple of nights until he began to think:
“It’s two o’clock where I am
What time is it in New York? Or in Hollywood?
Or in London? Or Hong Kong? And Cairo?”
He didn’t know
So the next day, he went out and he bought himself some clocks
He got clocks from all over and he put them all over the walls
And the time was there
He knew what time it was everywhere that counted
And this made him feel comfortable
He became so interested in time that he got little egg timers and gave them away as presents
He read about time in, in books
Sidereal time: time way out in the universe
He knew what time it was on Arcturus and the Pleiades and the Milky Way
One night, though, at two o’clock in the morning, the light wouldn’t go on; the fuse had blown
But suddenly, he realized he knew what time it was without even looking
Not only in the important cities of this world, but in the entire universe
And naturally, began to brag a little the next day
He told people, “I know what time it is”
And they tested him and he did know
The Administration had changed at this particular time and they wanted to save money
So they got rid of all their astronomers, all their telescopes, their weights and measures
And they put this man in Washington in a little room
Where he sits to this day, simply saying:
“BEEP. The time now is…”

A Boogie Wit da Hoodie – Stain Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Go Grizz
Put a stain on a nigga if he
Squat made the beat
Yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” yeah
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
I get money and you don’t, I just did like five platinums in a row
I’m that nigga, no cappin’, I’m a goat
All these niggas flow jackin’ and I know
And your bitch layin’, yeah, she wanna kick it
YSL wearin’ ass nigga in a Benz seat
And your girlfriend keep plottin’ on my wishlist
Have her stuck, yeah, had to stuff her in a frenzy

[Refrain: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Ooh, she love it, fuckin’ and suckin’ dick, yeah
Now she trippin’, talkin’ ’bout she wanna kiss me
I was busy, I was tryna bum giffies
Split it fifty-fifty with my (Yeah, woah)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah (Woah)
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah (Woah)
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” Yeah (Woah)
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
And you know that’s all it take to get a nigga smoked and that’s a fact
I be nuttin’ quick like I’m a virgin, when we fuck, her ass too fat
I had to fly into New Jersey ’cause New York don’t like the strap
We make the nigga front us thirty and we ran off with the sack (Nah, keep going, keep going)
Lil’ nigga, you asked to get it (Ha)
Bitch, I’ve been the best since a kid in the neighborhood, wasn’t playin’ tag with niggas (Let’s go)
I used to hit licks in my whip, had to switch up the plates so the tags was different (Yeah, bitch)
And I used to fuck on the sixes and the sevens, now we fuck the baddest bitches (Ten)
I’ma go get the bag, I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t into goin’ outside with niggas (Uh, uh)
And I ain’t gon’ out sad ’bout a bitch, I got hoes on my dick that be tryna harass a nigga (Yeah)
That lil’ nigga ain’t goin’ for shit, they gon’ come with them sticks, we gon’ pull up and smash on niggas (Bitch)
See the look on my face, think I’m laughin’, nigga?
Last nigga to play, know what happened, nigga?
They know I—

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” Yeah
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

King Chip – High School Reunion Lyrics (feat. Hopsin)

[Intro: King Chip]
Class of 2005, I’m shitting on all your niggas

[Verse 1: King Chip]
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
Bitch I got the check I left it to the credit union
Got a hundred niggas ready but you a bitch, I ain’t gon’ need ‘em
Bitch ask me what King Chip mean, I say Cleveland
f**k y’ass nigga, try talk crazy, now a nigga walk crazy
I be getting off lately, got it all safety, cause you’re crazy
You think my son ain’t finna had no daddy, you’re crazy
If I bust a nigga head it’s cause y’all made me
You ain’t seen me in a while, got the check, now pray the lord saved me

[Hook: King Chip]
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
You ain’t seen me in a while
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
You ain’t seen me in a while
Shittin’ on these bitch ass niggas at the high school reunion

[Verse 2: King Chip]
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
Bitch, I just came here to stunt, I ain’t want no reunion
Even if pretty Vicky what they call her, King Chip f**king over all of ‘em
I know some bitch never said nothing to me in the hall, now I’m skeeting over all of ‘em
I was in the real wet thing, I was in the pussy [?]
Two bitches from the twelfth grade both start sprayin’
You never seen me grindin’, now I’m finna start playin’
I ain’t got no diploma, ain’t got no student loans
I’m a student to the f**k shit, [?]
I ain’t never go to prom, nigga f**k prom
All these hoes fat and broke, live with their mom

[Hook: King Chip]
You ain’t seen me in a while
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t seen me in a while
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m [?] on you now
Shittin’ on these bitch ass niggas at the high school reunion

[Hook: King Chip]
You ain’t seen me in a while
You ain’t seen me in a while
You ain’t seen me in a while
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
I’m shitting on you now
Shittin’ on these bitch ass niggas at the high school reunion

[Verse 3: Hopsin]
Shit
You motherf**kers better feel lucky that I showed up
Back then I remember y’all was giving no f**ks
Showing no love to a nigga I was so cut
Now you bitches all upon my dick because I blowed up
Girls wouldn’t give my ass to [?]
My self-esteem was [?] inside the grave
Revenge was something I knew, one day that I repay
With my success, now look at my f**king life, hurray
I got a brand new house up in Norwich
‘Bout to get a second one somewhere up in New York bitch
Shit you tryna throw it at me now you better forfeit
You got three broke baby daddies with like four kids
What the hell you f**kin’ with grown niggas who don’t get paid
Oh well, it’s your life, your mistake
Shit is sad to me, you coulda had a king
Do me a favor, go home and cry your ass to sleep

[Hook: King Chip]
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
You ain’t seen me in a while
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m [?] on you now
Nigga I’m [?] on you now
Shittin’ on these bitch ass niggas at the high school reunion

[Hook: King Chip]
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
I’m shitting on you now
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t seen me in a while
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m [?] on you now
Shittin’ on these bitch ass niggas at the high school reunion

[Outro: King Chip]
You ain’t see me in a while
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t see me in a while