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Crooked I – Truth (Why U Mad) (feat. Royce 5’9″)

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
"I gave you niggas the truth, huh? Huh?"
"And what’d you do with it?"
You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy tales, huh? (uh, uh)
You niggas losing it
I coulda’ did it for the mainstream (uh, uh)
Nah, I wasn’t cool with it
Truthfully, I never thought I’d rap like Common Sense
But I woke up my people, been rapping like Common since
The hood is moving different than you envisioned
Consumerism’s the new religion
There’s fewer Christians and fewer Bishops reading them Jewish scriptures
A slew of bitches with shoe addictions and niggas who truly risking it all for the coupe if the roof is missing
On a foolish mission
What if I told you I knew the system wanted the future spending their youth in prison
"Who would listen?"
No time to listen to dudes who spittin’, while music’s missing
[?]
But you was trippin’, because your jewels have nothing to do with wisdom
You stupid, ludicrous, nigga
You’s a victim (Amen)
We lost souls, put that on the bible
Sell us some Jordan’s
We’ll be ignoring distorting on what’s important
Even though there’s been a war on the poor
Before they was recording, Jordan scoring titles
Me and your survival was more than vital
They say my people are like Jelly Beans
Wait!
Because nobody like the black ones
Unless it’s our culture, then they like everything
Wait!
"I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?"

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Tell the truth, "nigga, who the best in this industry?"
If it ain’t Crooked, Kendrick and Cole, bitch, then it’s me
You only acting tough ’cause you sniffing coke and sippin’ Hennessy
I click triggers re-lentlessly
I kill rich niggas instantly
While I’m here I’m fucking all your little bitches
All I said to that little thot, was "hello" back
Marshall called me the best out, I called him the "kettle black"
I’m like Nas, I’m about the check
My cars is parked in an underground garage like Das EFX
I’m about the deposits like I’m in debt, ‘cept I’m not in debt
I move in silence and I don’t move inside it, unless I’m protected like contracepts
I’m a Contra-vet
Thought you got me my [?] was wet
God just wept
I’m the flyest yet
I’m disguised as Ness
Your brides is [?], but your [?]
I left my deposit slip on the Gaza strip, while I was checking my connect
Yes!
I confess
I don’t rap for checks
I rap to kill rappers and for my respect
I shall let this nine go pyrotech’
Lies gon’ catch up and guys get lied to rest
I confess, shit don’t go right, then I go left
We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette’s
I’m on yo’ head!
Like berets
I’ma show up where you did your show last
That’s gon’ be yo’ ass
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ ave
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ lab
Show up frontin’ like I’m drunk with the MO-AB
I’m a seasoned Slaughter House general, ya’ll the beginners bro
If I’m starving you know I target your dinner bowl
I’m a part of an augmented envision in God’s image
Part of a team that brings all the women
When I’m stepping wherever, they got to check the weather
When I’m summoning, summer bring autumn winters
I’m too up to understand what under means
Anytime I’m coming it’s humbling to all contenders
Male or female, we can bet your budget
I got asked in a interview, "where did I think I would be if I wasn’t in this bitch being the best who does it?"
That’s easy, I be somewhere else, being the best who does it

Tommy Genesis – Tommy (Uncensored)

[Chorus]
She want a picture with Tommy
You know she come from the country
She drive a Ford, Tommy
She can’t afford Tommy
You paid the bill like you want me
You fly me out like you found me
Can’t find another girl, Tommy
Can’t find another girl, Tommy

[Verse 1]
She wanna know who’s Tommy
Who’s this girl Tommy?
She wanna know who’s Tommy
All these bitches get off me
Nobody fuck with Tommy
Nobody’s high like Tommy
Nobody rock like Tommy
All these bitches get off me
You know I wear that Hilfiger
You know I stare when you with her
You know she hit me, admit it
You know she did me, admit it
I got a gun, Tommy
Models, they run from me
I don’t need you, nah
I don’t need you, nah
This is my song, Tommy
Who made the beat, Charlie
What do you want on me?
What do you need, Tommy?

[Hook]
We got a movement like baby
We in this church, save me
I do not fuck with you, maybe
I don’t know who you are lately

[Post-Hook]
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy

[Hook]
We got a movement like baby
We in this church, save me
I do not fuck with you, maybe
I don’t know who you are lately
We got a moment like baby
We in this church, I save me
I do not fuck with you, maybe
I don’t know who you are lately

[Verse 2]
She change her name, Tommy
She got no game, mami
She look the same, she look the same
She changed her name, Tommy
She got new game
She look the same, she look the same
Why, do you think I’m weak?
Why, why do you turn the cheek?
Why, why do you follow me?
But boy, can you swallow me?

[Chorus]
She want a picture with Tommy
You know she come from the country
She drive a Ford, Tommy
She can’t afford Tommy
You paid the bill like you want me
You fly me out like you found me
Can’t find another girl, Tommy
Can’t find another girl, Tommy

[Outro]
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy

Moses Sumney – Plastic (On Later… With Jools Holland, BBC Two) (Live)

[Verse]
I know what it is to be broken and be bold
Tell you that my silver is gold
Though we’re much too old for make believe
And I know what it’s like to behold and not be held
Funny how a stomach unfed
Seems satisfied ’cause it’s swell and swollen
And you caught me
Shootin’ cross the sky like a star
But nobody told me
To never let it get too far
You see my silhouette, so you’re standing scared of me
Can I tell you a secret?

[Hook]
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic

[Outro]
My wings are made up
And so am I

Morrissey – I Wish You Lonely (Lyric Video)

I wish you lonely
If only for one day
So that you might see routine for me
Since the day I was born, born
Think of yourself only
Of everything you demand
You want and you need
And to hell
To hell with everybody else, everybody else

Turn the key slowly
Remember how I can’t sleep
Or if ever I do, an earthquake
An earthquake couldn’t agitate, couldn’t agitate

Tombs full of fools who gave their life upon command
Of monarchy, oligarch, head of state, potentate
And now never coming back, never coming back
Tombs are full of fools who gave their life upon command
Of Romance gone wrong
The same old glue and never coming true, never true
Tombs are full of fools who gave their life upon command
Oh heroin, heroin, heroin, heroin, heroin
And never coming back, never coming back

I wish you lonely
Like the last tracked humpback whale
Chased by gunships from Bergen
But never giving in, never giving in

Lupe Fiasco – All While Doing A Rubik’s Cube One-Handed

[Intro]
What they say, what they say now
What they say, what they say now
What they say, what they say now
What they say, what they say now
Protect Lil B, at all costs, namsayin’

[Verse 1]
Last club, left the bathtub
Like a flash flood baptism
Caps sizzle packs in the van
That’s thizzle as Mac Drizzle
Deal is half pickle
Jammed as bad pistols
The poorly dressed
The correlated, the laureates
No relation unless it’s coronated to coronets
As well, Oswald Cobblepot, Alpo
How so?
Pepperpot love a heartless man in a letter that’s penned to Gwyneth Paltrow
The ends justify the outro
Black hue, Hugh Heffner to the heifers
The boy cow’s a gaucho
L’Oreal, story tales
Rush blush on the rough cuts of the [?]
You are not the cannon fodder, relax
Catch me outside, how ’bout dat
Trust all the Einsteins if you want the facts
Fuck Harvey Weinstein if you want to act
White people having serious brand issues, can’t kiss you
Behind the scenes, fuckin’ us from the back
Got too comfortable with Barack
Now uncle Trump’s making me feel so un-wonderful with the hat
Who watchin’ you by the cap
Make America great again
I just don’t to wait at these great American gates again
Patiently staying in place for 3 hours for a rollercoaster is ridiculous
Well isn’t it?
Protect Lil B and all lowercase betas
To overtake the haters
To motivate the saviors
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Lil B]
It’s all love, I don’t promote violence, I’m never with the violence. So I love them and it’s all good, you feel me? I’m still here, I got jumped by like 10 mothafuckas, you know what I’m sayin? Been by myself. It’s all love though, like I said, it’s all love