Yelawolf - Let's Roll Lyrics (Ft. Kid Rock)

Let's Roll Lyrics is performed by Yelawolf Ft. Kid Rock

[Kid Rock - Hook]
Yeah, I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it off
I made my own lane, let’s roll, lets roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’mma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roo-ooooll

[Verse 1]
Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around
How I was raised, 808 drums quaking they shake that box 88
And the dope boys hotter than hells gate but I still in the shade
With a fold out chair, a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A B-A-M-A I’m off I might pee in the lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
Bring me case, yeah I’m bringing a case
I’m gettin’ throwed off…

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
And I’m all the way throwed off
Z71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk
Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy
Yeah buddy, might go off, split you like a bowling ball
Split you in my overalls
Yeah home of the ?, got a couple folks that’d do it to you for hundo
That dixie cups gonna fall off the console
You don’t wanna have a convo and not understand that ‘Bama slanguage
Like hollerin’ ain't it, but I come to paint it so it won’t be throwed off?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’m just a kid that rocks
I’m just a boy with a dream
You bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox
Now I bang beretta’s, she’s 22 and I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all, take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off
Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a fucking jackhammer dog
Cause I planned it all, Crimson tide standing tall
Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I’m going off and I’m getting throwed off

[Hook]

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Immortal Technique - The Martyr Lyrics

The Martyr Lyrics is performed by Immortal Technique

['Elizabeth' Movie intro]
I’m content to die for my beliefs
So cut off my head and make me a Martyr
The people will always remember it
“No. They will forget”

A man who walks with God, can walk anywhere
Hence.. I fear nothing

[Immortal Technique - Verse 1]
The point of guerilla war, is not to succeed
It’s always been just to make the enemy bleed
Deprivin’ the soldiers of the peace of mind that they need
Bullets are hard to telegraph when they bob and they weave
The only way a Guerilla War can ever be over
Is when the occupation, can’t afford more soldiers
Until they have to draft the last of you into the service
And you refuse cause you don’t see the purpose
The only way to counter the insurgents that are well-equipped
Is to paint the people fighting for freedom as terrorists
Then find a faction lookin’ for foreign investments
You stall them with power and murder any objections
You can’t stop a revolution from breathin’
So to beat ‘em they offer people the illusion of freedom
But when you’re done dreamin’ and wake up, tortured for treason
Then you can see them, hidin’ behind the God they believe in

[Chorus]
Deep in the trenches in the heart of a war
That’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)
During the night before the start of the dawn
That’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)
When the gunshots are rainin’ in the heart of a storm
That’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)
Guerilla war when the army is gone
That’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)

[Verse 2]
The purpose of life is a life with a purpose
So I’d rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthless
I don’t need the circus or the day of national observance
I need you to think for you and stop being a servant
Pawns only move a square in the game that they’re used in
And realise it too late, like the shootin’ of Huey Newton
Or Patrice Lumumba and Salvador Allende
Slaughter by the power hungry branches of their own gente
Ghandi wasn’t killed by Pakistani nationals
He was assassinated by a Hindu radical
And Che Guevara, rebel to a U.S. continent
Was sold to the C.I.A. by Bolivian communists
Wasn’t Yitzhak Rabin murdered by a Zionist
And Anwar Sadat a victim of the same violence?
Malcolm X was seen as a threat to the F.B.I.
But to blast ‘em they used Muslims from the N.O.I.
Even the 35th President of the Republic
Was murdered by factions of his own government
So now that it’s proven, that a soldier of Revolution
Or head of an empire, disguised in a Constitution
Can not escape the retribution or manipulation
Of the self-appointed rulers of the planets corporations
So Imma need every generation to put your hands up
Cause you can only get ‘em off your back when you stand up!

[Chorus]
Deep in the trenches in the heart of a war
That’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)
During the night before the start of the dawn
That’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)
When the gunshots are rainin’ in the heart of a storm
That’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)
Guerilla war when the army is gone
That’s the place a Martyr is born (Mothafucka it’s on)

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Wale Ft. Big Sean - Slight Work Lyrics

Slight Work Lyrics is performed by Wale Ft. Big Sean

Got work (slight work)
D-Town to the DMV
Diplo wassup
Got your girl going crazy
Drunk white bitches
(work it, wo-wo-work it, oh)

[Wale - Verse 1]
I can do it all and it aint no problem
Aint nobody harder than a nigga Folarin
Bitch I hard, I’m ballin’ I’m globe trotting
And my flow art my nigga, I’m Mozart with it
It’s all good, I do this
I turn a straight prude bitch into a nudist
Foolish I be on that new shit
And I’m blowing up like bitches we went to school with
Aint nobody checking for your garbage
Lot of intuition I aint even finish college
Never hit the mall and forever get it all
Any broad better layer like I’m dressing for the fall, nigga
And I’m all that, hit the passenger door
Shawty was Pinkberry sweet and I aint lactose
I aint tryna brag tho, I’m just know I’m that dope
Kick game Bo Jacks, my Bo Jacks Tai bo
Haha, and it aint no problem, you race to these broads
I relay ‘em, baton ‘em
Bitches in here, one thou
But when you step out why the bitches run out
Double MG shit I put the set down
Rick James back, bad bitches on the couch
Ahh, wordplay, Olubowale my first name
I think I’m Koko B. Ware, you just a bird babe
I got a pair of J’s, I roll a pair of J’s
We up in Diamond supply, spending that carrot cake
Let it marinate, you forever late
A million home sellers couldn’t find a realer state

[Hook]
(Work it, work it)
Slight work, its light work
(Work it, work it)
The wrong drink, the right work
Slight work, light work
(Work it, work it)
The wrong drink, the right work
work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work

[Big Sean]
Bitch you aint a boss til you cut a pay check
Only thing between me and your bitch is latex
Man, and I aint into saving these hoes
My nigga tell me where you see a cape at
B-I, B-I bitch B-I-G
The two things I don’t need are you and my ID
I’mma need a yellow cab and a yellow bad bitch
Green faces but a nigga dodging yellow badges, wooop (sirens)
Cause I’m drunk, yeah ok
Under 25 living the f-cking life
White Amercia said I’ll be doing 25 to life
And just for that, I’ma blow 25 tonight
You make 25 a year, I make 25 a night, woah
Blucka, blucka, blucka
Bitch get hit with my Ciroc Vodka choppa
(Go) takin’ body shots, blocka, blocka, blocka
Probably in your girls dreams, probably in your daughter locker
Top floor like I’m out tanning
And they stole your whole delivery, now thats outlandish
I guess like good delivery, man, I’m outstanding
Car tinted, I’m in it, til like I’m out camping, goddamit
I’m one hell of a guy, looking down on a cloud, thats one hell of a high
Bitch, I gets ghost, the way she screaming Big
Niggas couldn’t tell if I was dead or alive

[Hook]

[Outro]
You already know, Finally Famous in this
D-Town to the DMV,
Probably got your girl going crazy, crazy, boiii, boi, boi

From the D-Town to the DMV, I got all these bad bitches tryna get with me
From the D-Town to the DMV, I got all these bad bitches tryna get on me
We need to see ID

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Ludacris Ft. Big K.R.I.T. - I’m On Fire Lyrics

I’m On Fire Lyrics is performed by Ludacris Ft. Big K.R.I.T.

[Ludacris]
Look, I make my own decisions
Learn from my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but don’t know whats at stake
I started out with nothing, just a dream and some hope
I fiend for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from freeze tag to holding some weed bags
To a clown of hoes juggling my bean bag
I went from spin the bottle to kiss the model
To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she spits or swallows
I heard its a recession, while you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day is which car I’ma drive
Roll’s Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac’
Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back
This aint no 760, bitch this an Alpiner
Custom kicks chrome lips as deep as vagina
And women lost for words, guess they don’t know English
No matter what language they speak they all know dinglish

[Hook]
Don’t you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I’m fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin;
And don’t you understand with the World in my hand
If I aint the shit
Don’t you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I’m fire) smoke smoke smoke sumthin;
And don’t you understand with the World in my hand
If I aint the shit

[Ludacris - Verse 2]
Now as the World turns spinning on its axis
My dick be brushing women’s lips like chapstick
They say it’s cold on the outside
So like a dentist I’m tryna keep the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my days on the southside
I made many leak and I aint talkin’ ’bout no housewives
From eating canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From women saying “hey chris” to “GODDAMN LUDA!”
From playing slap box to making the ‘Lac drop
To white neighbours swear I’m selling crack rock
Eyes so low they think I’m Asian when I’m blazing
Cause that purples on my chest like I’m playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still rolling til the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood grain wheel
I sign for millions, ya’ll would never get the same deal

[Hook]

[Big K.R.I.T - Verse 3]
I got a candy coated fetish, hoe dont you forget it
But big big big let me wet it, its that K-R-I-T stay besides me
We can go get this dough, then we mind if you show me dime
I promise you wont let go
I got an old school and that bass big
If it aint on chrome than it aint me
And my mouthpiece colder than the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit December
Breaking backs as they cracking limber
If thats your bitch than she can’t remember
I give her wood, she holla timber
And the paint I play the sum or attention
Television of a player with an intention to be rich?
Well I hate to mention?
Back again, one more time for the buck niggas
And the thoroughbread that won’t f-ck with ‘em
And hanged on cause I stuck with ‘em
I aint got time to waste hoe
Didn’t have shit now I make more than I can barely count
Keep the thoroughbread shaking what the Good Lord gave ‘em
Yo chick ass been a bounce
We still live from the underground
Aint nothing changed to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything these lames claim to be
Young Chris…

[Hook]

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Childish Gambino - Camp Out (This Way Up Verse) Lyrics (Ft. DJ SoSuperSam)

Camp Out (This Way Up Verse) Lyrics is performed by Gucci Mane Ft. DJ SoSuperSam

[Intro: Childish Gambino]
We do it
We do it
We do it
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Kill ‘em
That’s what I hear when I get a hot feel
In my nostrils
In my forehead
As I go red
You’d be more dead
Than a horse head
In a four bedroom apartment
Bloggers that’ll start shit
You wanna criticize me
Just so you can drink green tea
With Lykke Li at a speakeasy?
Wearin’ some American Apparel
While you’re starin’ at a Tim and Eric DVD, uh
Can’t get enough
Crown my shit, knuck if you buck
Celibate girls do stuff in the butt
Get it out with a Q-tip
Want some Muse licks
I’m a eunuch just ‘cause I can’t give a fuck
Kiss her on the neck while she’s buttonin’ up
Uh and my pants down
It’s funny how when I put Camp out
They gotta camp out
Better than half of all rap that you have on your laptop
At your dad’s house, hands down
Fake niggas say “you the man now”
Got a DJ like Roseanne’s house
Sam go hard like a handjob, nigga
Yeah, Childish don’t go hard, what
Now everybody wanna fuck with me, slut
The flow is too sick
Got them white boy clothes and that black dude dick, uh
Now I understand why you gotta hate a nigga
East side, Stone Mountain-Decatur, nigga
Y’all niggas lame, I’m fly as hell
‘Cause I’m fuckin’ lame, and I don’t even care

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