DJ Shadow - Nobody Speak feat. Run The Jewels
Dj Shadow (Joshua Paul Davis) is a californian hip-hop dj and producer. Run the jewels is a american hip-hop duo (El-P & Killer Mike). This track appeared on the album "The Mountain Will Fall" 2016.
Lyrics
Picture this I'm a bag of dicks Put me to your lips I am sick I will punch a baby bear in his shit Give me lip I'ma send you to the yard, get a stick, make a switch I can end a conversation real quick I am crack I ain't lying, kick a lion in his crack I'm the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit Pinch your momma on the booty, kick your dog, fuck your bitch Fat boy dressed up like he's Santa and took pictures with your kids We the best We will cut a frowny face in your chest, little wench I'm unmentionably fresh, I'm a mensch, get correct I will walk into a court while erect, screaming "Yes! I am guilty motherfuckers, I am death" Hey, you wanna hear a good joke? Nobody speak, nobody get choked Get running Start pumping your bunions, I'm coming I'm the dumbest, who flamethrow your function to Funyons Flame your crew quicker than Trump fucks his youngest Now face the flame fuckers your fame and fate's done with I walk Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Linus and Lucy Put coke in the doobie roll moodies to smoke with Snoopy I still remain that dick grabbing slacker that spit a loogie 'Cause the toter of the toolie'll murder you friggin' moolies Fuck outta here, yeah Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey Nobody speak Nobody speak Only facts I will shoot up Baby duck if it quacks, with a Ruger Top billin', come cops and villainous Shots is blocked, shipped out, and bought, and you're feeling it El-p killing it, Killer Mike killing shit What more can I say? We top dealing it Valiant without villainy Viciously file victory Burn towns and villages Burning, looting and pillaging Murderers try to hurt us we curse them and all their children I just want the bread and bologna bundles to tuck away I don't work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away So tell beggin' Johnny and Mommy to get the fuck away Hey yo, here's a gun, son, now run, get it the gutterway Live to shoot another day Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey Nobody speak Nobody speak Nobody speak, nobody get choked
The Blend - The Herbaliser feat. What What (Jean Grae)
The herbaliser is one of the classic bands from the legendary Ninja Tune labels. The herbaliser are Jake Wherry and dj Ollie Teeba (London). Jean Grae is a american rapper.
This track was 1997 released on the album "Blow Your Headphones"
Lyrics
Got subjects locked in my cerebral cortex On Ampex tape I'm circulating like a vortex Check out my techs that use a synonym as inspect Mentally badgering emcees with my dialect When I inject memory cell motors retrospect To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect Directed live from the 2-1-2, 7-1-8, and 5-1-6 area Throughout borough to borough, state to state, world thorough wide I ride, driving mass tracks to genocide Verbal defender, the brain infiltrator Break and fracture a sucka emcee's "structal" delegator The pen and the pad and the microphone get blessed With Nest, with ease now how I digress Brothers are getting busy grabbing Teks while I apex Verbal backshots coming without the latex Watch the caption spin as the wax begin How I'm rapping in to hit the backspin Now end first verse in the blend Herbalise to Resource done done it again One of the three the Natural R-e to the source In the b-l-e-n-d City to city (state to state) Borough to borough NYC to worldwide rock thorough See me and rhymes alike Tooth to picks Sides to kicks Chops to sticks Seas to sicks Hard Mr. Bricks Chest to Vicks Corruption to politics Sticks to stones Stones to sticks Not opposites flips Cheese to cakes Beefs to steaks Bones to breaks Decks to tapes Good food to plates Movies to dates Cities to states Odes to papes Shaking MCs off their mics like earth to quakes And now the hand of fate dealt me the higher intellect Connect verbs, dissect words down to lecterns W serves as the first repetition H lines and curves take second position A plays the third The fourth brings the T So hit two times so you get ummmmmmm One of the three Natural R-e to the source In the b-l-e-n-d One of the three the Natural R-e to the source In the b-l-e-n-d City to city (state to state) Borough to borough NYC to worldwide rock thorough My verbal attacks react to mental stimulation I'm leaving gaping contusions caused by lyrical abrasion No pausing, no waiting I play the plus and starting to get in, shining like the sun Lyrical patterns double up on the one Like the name when expose the flame I combust like aerosol or kerosene contained Deaf ears turn the conversation severed I set it off like Lateef and getting Debted, forget it, it only happens because you let it I move, swift tongue sliced crews beheaded I said it again so let the repetition end Resource and Herbaliser in the blend
Tricky - Hell Is Round the Corner
Tricky (Adrian Nicholas Matthews Thaws) is a britain rapper, musician and producer. He was one of the trip-hop pioneers. He was also part (as guest musician) of massive attack (first two albums). This track is from the album "Maxinquaye" released 1995
Lyrics
I stand firm for our soil (a source) Lick a rock on foil (nigga I'll come forth) Say reduce me, seduce me (They juice me, seduce me) Dress me up in Stussy Hell is round the corner where I shelter Ism's and schisms we're living helter skelter (been livin' on a study) If you believe and (or) deceive common sense says shouldn't receive Let me take you down the corridors of my life And when you walk, do you walk to your preference? No need to answer till I take further evidence I seem to need a reference to get residence A reference to your preference to say I'm a good neighbor, I trudge (shrug) So judge me for labor The bond on me ensures (lobotomy) my good behavior The constant struggle (strum) ensures my insanity Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family We're hungry beware of our appetite Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight The kill which I share with my passengers We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill I stand firm for our soil (a source) Lick a rock on foil (nigga I'll come forth) Say reduce me, seduce me (They juice me, seduce me) Dress me up in Stussy Confused by different memories Details of Asian remedies Conversations, of what's become of enemies My brain thinks bomb-like So I listen he's a calm type And as I grow, I grow collective Before the move sit on the perspective Mr. Quaye (Mr. Kray) lay in the crevice (distant cradle in the crevice) And watches from the precipice Imperial passage Heat from the sun some days slowly passes Until then, you have to live with yourself Until then, you have to live with yourself I stand firm for our soil (a source) Lick a rock on foil (nigga I'll come forth) Say reduce me, seduce me (They juice me, seduce me) Dress me up in Stussy Hell is round the corner where I shelter Ism's and schisms we're living helter skelter (been livin' on a study) If you believe and deceive common sense says shouldn't receive Let me take you down the corridor My brain thinks bomb-like bomb-like My brain thinks bomb-like bomb-like, bomb-like My brain thinks bomb-like beware of my appetite
Morcheeba - Get along (feat. Pace Won)
Morcheeba is a britain band consisting of DJ Paul Godfrey, his brother Ross Godfrey (guitar, keyboard) and Skye Edwards (vocals). The band was formed 1995 and at the begin heavily influenced by massive attack. This song is from the album "Charango" (2002)
Lyrics
And so the end begins As thunder rumbles in Odds are stacked against us Fat chances now seem slim Get along Get acquainted Get along Demonstrate it Get along Get creative Get along And so the deep ends As day breaks swaggers in Stagerring with no desire I lose to watch you win Get along Get acquainted Get along Demonstrate it Wooh... I'd give my life to win some love from you Yo' I'm Pace Won the gapper Blast past the rapper Laugh at your master Snatch bags and smack ya Rough songs AOP ass cap and afta Add mass I'll grab ya fast as ya blasta can't match the bastards stand back ya haveta Rap times are crackin Randsack your asthma Ladies trends Mercedes Benz Shady friends Lady's bend backwards Get along Get along Get along Get acquainted Get along Demonstrate it Wouh... I'd give my life to win some love from you
Portishead - Glory Box
Formed 1991 in bristol Portishead are one of the trip-hop pioneers. Portishead are Geoff Barrow /arrangements), Beth Gibbons (vocals), Adrian Utley (guitar, synthesizer) and Dave McDonald (sound engineering). This track was released 1995 on the album "dummy".
Lyrics
I'm so tired of playing Playing with this bow and arrow Gonna give my heart away Leave it to the other girls to play For I've been a temptress too long Just... Give me a reason to love you Give me a reason to be a woman I just wanna be a woman From this time, unchained We're all looking at a different picture Through this new frame of mind A thousand flowers could bloom Move over and give us some room, yeah Give me a reason to love you Give me a reason to be a woman I just want to be a woman So don't you stop being a man Just take a little look From our side when you can Sow a little tenderness No matter if you cry Give me a reason to love you Give me a reason to be a woman I just want to be a woman It's all I wanna be, is all a woman For this is the beginning Of forever and ever It's time to move over It's all I want to be I'm so tired of playing Playing with this bow and arrow Gonna give my heart away Leave it to the other girls to play For I've been a temptress too long Just... Give me a reason to love you