Virus – Memphis May Fire lyrics

Lyrics Memphis May Fire – Virus
I feel it sinking in
It’s underneath my skin
Straight through my blood into my bones
I taste it on my tongue
This poison fills my lungs
But I won’t let it fill my soul.(virus)
‘Cause I know. You make me question if
I wanted to exist
You were the venom in my veins
But now I see the truth
The enemy was you
My time will come but not today. Viruuus! When I fight
I remember why I’m still alive
I’m holding onto what is left inside
‘Cause you’re just a virus
And I didn’t come here to die.
You’re just a viruuus
You’re just a viruuus
You’re just a viruuus
And I didn’t come here to die. (x2)
Memphis May Fire lyrics
Video Memphis May Fire Virusss! With open eyes I see the light
My spirit comes alive
I’m holding on, my will is strong
I know I will survive
Versuri-lyrics.info
The end is near I will not fear
No reasons left to hide
The fear is gone I’m moving on
I’m taking back my life. When I fight
I remember why I’m still alive
I’m holding onto what is left inside
‘Cause you’re just a virus
And I didn’t come here to die. When I fight
I remember why I’m still alive
I’m holding onto what is left inside
‘Cause you’re just a virus
And I didn’t come here to die. ‘Cause I know.

Secrets – The Him feat. Cub Rayan lyrics

Lyrics The Him – Secrets
I can’t lie like this no more here
We do it all the time, so maybe I’m to blame?(secrets)
It’s cold when it’s lonely
I give in and go back to the old me
Yeah, yeah, afraid to admit that
Baby we’re nothing more than a callback
And that’s why sometimes. I lay awake, until the mornings
Secrets on my mind keep me up at night
In the day, I can’t show you
Secrets on my mind keep me up at night. I don’t wanna talk about it
You don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna lie about it
‘Cause I can’t let you go
I hide away, I hear ’em call it
Secreeets on my mind
Secreeets on my mind keep me up at night.
I don’t wanna talk about it
You don’t wanna know
Versuri-lyrics.info
I don’t wanna lie about it
‘Cause I can’t let you go
I hide away, I hear ’em call it
Secreeets on my mind
Secrets on my mind keep me up at nighttt. It’s cold when it’s lonely
I give in and go back to the old me
Yeah, yeah, afraid to admit that
Baby we’re nothing more than a callback
And that’s why sometimes. I lay awake, until the mornings
Secreeets on my mind keep me up at night
In the day, I can’t show you
Secreeets on my mind keep me up at night. The Him lyrics
Video The Him You keep saying that you love me
But every time we kiss I just don’t feel the same.

Outbreak – Feint featuring Mylk lyrics

We’re going to light it up, light it up, oh
Light it up, light it up, ooh
Light it up, light it up
Causing an outbreaaak
I’m turning the lights on
We’re going to light it up, light it up, oh
Light it up, light it up, ooh
Light it up, light it up
Causing an outbreaaak
I’m turning the lights on. Open your eyes
And see the people chanting
Slowly falling apart
The silence causing an earthquake
I’m wishing upon a star
This time I’m feeling higher
And I know I can be taller
Shadows causing an outbraaeak
I’m turning the lights on. Feint lyrics
Video Feint Outbreakkk.
Outbreaaak. Lyrics Feint – Outbreak
Into the night
The city lights are dancing
Slowly falling apart
Shadows causing an outbreak
I’m wishing upon a star
This time I’m feeling stronger
And I know I can do better
Shadows causing an outbreak
I’m turning the lights on. We’re going to light it up, light it up, oh
Light it up, light it up, ooh
Light it up, light it up
Causing an outbreak
Versuri-lyrics.info
I’m turning the lights on
We’re going to light it up, light it up, oh
Light it up, light it up, ooh
Light it up, light it up
Causing an outbreaaak
I’m turning the lights on.

Nick Jonas – Remember I Told You (feat. Anne-Marie & Mike Posner)

Are just a fancy way of saying "I care" (saying I care)
You too? You too?
After all the shit we been through
All of the words that I’m saying (words I’m saying)
All of the words that I’m saying
Do you? Do you?
I don’t suppose you have a moment to spare me
More women than I should’ve in a century
You’re probably somewhere, with someone I don’t know
Remember the spotlight was there
Remember I told you, I need you?
Remember I told you, I need you?
Remember I told you, I need you?
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care"
You got addicted to the seats on the bassline
I suck at talking to girls, here goes a try
I love it, shoot the friend and an enemy
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care"
All of the words that I’m saying
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care" (saying I care)
Remember the spotlight was there
And I know I’m talking shit, it ain’t fair
I have the suspicion you’re not being yourself
Too many girls for the way I rock the bassline
That’s true, that’s true (listen)
I don’t like the way you went ant told me, "Oh well"
I’m in love with myself, cold inside
All of the words that I’m saying
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care"
Remember the spotlight was there
Started to drain all my energy
I don’t suppose you have a moment to spare me
I’ve been looking for lovin’, all the wrong places
Remember I told you, I need you
That’s cool, and that’s cool
That’s cool, and that’s cool
Remember I told you, I need you?
Bitches on the side like a Kennedy
I don’t like the way you went ant told me, "Oh well"
Too many shoes in your closet, go some miles
I have the suspicion you’re not being yourself
Remember the spotlight was there
And I hope that she gives you, all the things that you deserve
Had to cut it off, and we know why
Remember the spotlight was there
I play the Roxy, I ain’t ’bout to guest list you
All of the words that I’m saying
Let’s see how you do with your back before fame lie
You’re probably somewhere, with someone I don’t know
Do you? Do you?
At the same time, and I can’t lie
Hate’s just a fancy way saying that I care

Kendrick Lamar – ELEMENT.

I’ll take your fuckin’ life for this shit, nigga
I don’t do it for the ‘Gram, I do it for Compton
Most of y’all don’t fade, most of y’all been advised
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
None of y’all fuckin’ with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
100K spread ‘cross the floor, ‘cross the floor, yeah

New Kung Fu Kenny
I’m allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy
But it’s a difference between black artists and wack artists
Just say his name and I promise that you’ll see Candyman
My daddy commissary made it to commas
They won’t take me out my element
Goin’ digital and physical on all y’all, ayy
Checkin’ for me heavy ’cause I go yeah, I go yeah
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
[Verse 2]
Y’all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
They won’t take me out my element
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy

You know this’ll never be a tie, just look at their laces
I’m willin’ to die for this shit
[Intro: Kid Capri]
Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
Damned if I do, if I don’t (yuhhh)
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy

Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
We ain’t goin’ back to broke, family sellin’ dope

‘Cause most of y’all ain’t real
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that’s the only option
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
Most of y’all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
Mr. One through Five, that’s the only logic
Bitch, all my grandmas dead
I’m willin’ to die for this shit, nigga
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
Auntie on my telegram, like, "Be cautious!"
Nah, take me out my element

[Chorus]
Seven figures, hoe, that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goddamn us all if you won’t(yuhhh)
Nah, take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element
I been stomped out in front of my mama
Most of y’all gon’ squeal
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
Years in the makin’, and don’t y’all mistake it
Most of y’all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh?
Here we go!
[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Kid Capri]
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
So ain’t nobody prayin’ for me, I’m on your head, ayy
Because it’s all in your eyes, most of y’all tell lies
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
I don’t give a, I don’t give a, I don’t give a fuck
Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin’
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
I be hangin’ out at Tam’s, I be on Stockton
[Chorus]
Last LP I tried to lift the black artists
I got ’em by a landslide, we talkin’ about races
You ain’t frontline, get out the goddamn way
[Verse 3]
You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
Was the same life they see on TV, huh?
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
[Bridge]
We okay, we let the A1 fly
D.O.T. my enemy, won’t catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
It’s the one and only, the world’s greatest, the Kid Capri
That’s why you maney-ass rap niggas better know

They won’t take me out my element

Damn, damn, damn, it’s a goddamn shame
Niggas thought they wasn’t gonna see me, huh?
[Verse 1]
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
Niggas thought that K-Dot real life
They never been ready—yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy

Roy Wood$ – Instinct (feat. Madeintyo)

You ain’t gotta call the Uber when you’re with me (Skrt)
Just following my instinct
With my instinct
Just know that I stay in-sync
Just following my instinct
I’m just following my instincts (Hey)
No boy, no man could handle my spot
Yeah, I’m just following my instincts (Hey)
[Hook: Roy Woods]
Talk to you girl cause you listen (Hey)

Tell me what you wanna do
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside
Same bag in the trunk
I’m just following my instinct
Get your badass with me no left goin’ sixteen
Wait until you got it then your loss
Tell me what you wanna do
Yellow stones like I’m Simpson
Puerto Rican offline, Cuban shorty all fine
Bitch I got juice, quench your thirst with Ciroc
Just know that I stay in-sync
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South

Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside
I still love you when you’re bitchin’
[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
I’m just following my instinct
Following my…
She bite her lips when Tokyo switch positions
Following my…
All the baddies on top don’t know what I got
With my instinct
I can’t trust a nigga or a trick that friends my enemy
[Verse 2: MadeInTYO]
Hit me up when you get this
Yeah, I’m just following my instincts (Ooh)
Just following my instinct
Floppin’, never showing up, she did religiously
Can’t be no Ma, who you knew from the block?
Brown skin’s all fine
Yea I’m in the Six, baby coming’ through
I was on it, makin’ missions just to pick her up
Rocks in your ear, you know I’m wavy (Skrt, skrt)

[Hook: Roy Woods]
She say she miss her Mother, yeah she from Philly
Yea I’m ballin’ like a Piston (Ooh)
Just know that I stay in-sync
Just know that I stay in-sync
I was for her when you were ready to give her up
Bitches switch ways now her nigga got it in the trunk
Think you know Roy, but I’m changin’ a lot
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South
Just following my instinct
You ain’t got sauce like I got sauce (No)

Vince Staples – Love Can Be… (feat. Ray J, Damon Albarn & Kilo Kish) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Love can be
[Bridge: Ray J]
I can finish you, I can fill them shoes
Let me take those keys around the block
Baby mama drama on the TMZ
Just crashed a sports car
Love can be
I’m so over you
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be a lot, so maybe not
Love can be
I’ma keep countin’, count me out, shawty
Tell the world I want my Uchies
Love can be

Never let a bitch Lil Bow Wow me
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be
Uchies never leave me lonely
Love can be
So prone to clubbing
So much for fast life
You can give me all the cash you got
Nail me to the cross like that boy JC
If you’re thinking of calling, kindly refrain
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Never finna weekend raise my seed
You know my name, I’m not your babe
Make some memories on daddy’s yacht
Come alive when the night’s out
[Intro: Damon Albarn]
I can make time or I can make money
Love can be
Wannabes buzzing
Love can be
Love can be so disheartening, darling
Love can be
No shotgun seat, this dick ain’t free
I don’t speak lame What’s that you’re saying?
Love can be
Phone calls from loves lost
Uchies moved me somewhere cozy
Love can be, yeah
[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Riding down the shoreline, tank on E
Tryna get back right
Love can be
Love can be
But we don’t suwoop on the six-five street
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be
Alimony money for the nails and weave
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be
You talk a lot of shit, unamused
Love can be, yeah
Girls love the lifestyle

You know my name, I’m not your babe
[Outro: Vince Staples & Damon Albarn]
Love can be
[Verse 1: Kilo Kish]
Dodge the groupies, them don’t move me
Love can be
Love can be
Call my phone, say she horny, want me
Love can be

Chuckin’ up the deuce like the boy Chris Breeze
Love can be
Ain’t putting on the ritz for no dude

Moses Sumney – Doomed

Am I vital
Well, I feel the peeling
If I’m doomed
Though you’re someone I can’t see
If lovelessness is godlessness
Am I vital
But nobody else
Yet you say nothing
Reveal the covering of a grey sky
Will I die for living numb

Cradle me
I feel you

If my heart is idle
Am I doomed?
If my heart is idle
Am I vital

If I’m doomed
From this mortal shell
Cradle me
If my heart is idle
Hollow one
Am I doomed?
Of the stoic suffering
When I expel
From whence does fulfillment come
With inverted tongue
Will you cast me to the wayside
So I can see
Of half/high-painted ceilings
That stirs lukewarm in me
So I can see
Am I doomed?

Freddie Gibbs – Andrea

Dope and cocaína powder, off in to the wrong shit
When I seen his shit was danglin’, almost felt my heart stoppin’ G
I went to visit my nigga, he caught him a charge, his cards was fraudulent
Some niggas take the trip I took, but they don’t get to leave
Niggas looking for the, for the….. shit
Time to go get me some yayo, I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
Yeah, nigga
Stop it G, drop it G, so much weed, forgot to breathe
Big Time Watts motherfucker, fuck you
Solid as a motherfuckin’ rock, bitch

When you fall, who you gon’ land on?
I been tryna fuck her for a month, but she ain’t on shit
Shit, momma always told me "go and get your own shit"
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
I just bought a AR for my dog, he walked the dog for me
Can’t let these niggas stunt my growth from livin’ for my seed
Give me that pussy once and I always got it like the Wi-Fi, bitch
Time to go get me some yayo, I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
Yeah, rock solid nigga
They only fuckin’ a nigga that got the most dollars in his
Got my phone lit
I get in it then I jetted, it was a fly by, red bottoms, the thigh high
Tried to drop the 50 pointer and I get my phone lit
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
Catch these hoes and I act like I can’t keep these bitches off of me
Nigga, I can’t deny when I’m not high, I miss that rush, that shit be callin’ me
I just dropped a 50 pointer and got my phone lit
Caught a charge, my baby mama, she was solid as a brick
[Interlude: Big Time Watts]
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
Came out that bitch, I’m speakin’ Russian, German, Guapanese
Skip the introduction, I just hit her with the long dick
Coke in front of me, nothin’, so I got my own shit
Punk motherfucker, who loves you, bitch ass nigga
[Gimme a call back, bae bruh]
Niggas always talkin’ ’bout their bitches ain’t shit
But will I die before I live, ‘fore I begin to fly?
Start to make a nigga feel like I be in the wrong bitch
Big Time baby
And every time she see me, she’s sayin’ I don’t know why I
Not to let these bitches see me in it, fuck the ceilin’
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill ’em with K’s
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill ’em with K’s

[Intro]
Niggas foundation is shaky, ain’t shit to stand on
[Outro]
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Momma always told me "nigga, go and get your own shit"
I went to visit my nigga, he caught him a charge, his cards was fraudulent
Demons never rest, I go to sleep, them bitches follow me
Fuck with niggas like you ’cause at first, you would play the shy guy
Big Time
[Verse]
Breakfast, sip promethazine with Ocean Spray and Broccoli

A man’s born with the only guarantee to live and die
I remember when Dukie lost his arm in fuckin’ armed robbery
Nigga wanna be me, he wish he could see the G in him
Dope and cocaina powder, off in to the wrong shit
Squadary
All the niggas I was feedin’, they ain’t give a nigga shit
She work in the mornin’, get that pussy in the PM then
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Toilet right next to my bed, I’m sleeping by my own shit!
[Chorus]

Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
That Bentley Benz or Beamer, shippin’ B’s, I don’t be in it

Young Lito – Unforgettable (Freestyle)

[Chorus]
And you are unforgettable
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Girl, I like being around you
[Chorus]
I found you
I found you
Hit the mall, she ain’t worried ’bout a price tag
Girl, I like being around you
You are unforgettable
And a lil’ nigga tryna pipe that
Little shawty got her own and I like that
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
She can get whatever she want
She got all these niggas out here tryna wife that
[Bridge]
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

And I’m so glad that I found you
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
She can get that new Saint Laurent
And I’m so glad that I found you
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
I found you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2

Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2

Hella swag, she got all these bitches mad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
She the type of girl a nigga wish he had
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Girl, I like being around you
[Chorus]
Girl, I like being around you
[Verse]
Oh yeah

Yeah, I found you
And I can get the bracelet with the charm
Yeah, I found you
She the type that if you get her, you can brag
Girl, I like being around you
I could put that Rollie on her arm

Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
High class, shawty so bad
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Yeah, I found you
[Intro]

Ugly God – Fuck Ugly God

Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Your networth say you got a million but your ass don’t
Fuck Ugly God, Ugly God a hoe
Fuck Ugly God (What?)

Fuck Ugly God (What?)

Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
[Chorus]
When I catch you slipping, I’m gon’ punch you in your teeth
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Back in 10th grade, your coach kicked you off the team
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Every single day, you wear them same pair of jeans
[Verse 1]
Flexing like you got it, bitch I know your ass is broke
[Chorus]
Four years ago, you got jumped on Halloween
Back in eighth grade, you use to borrow niggas’ clothes
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
You still owe your college three bands in student loans
You act like a freak, but you ain’t never sucked no toes
You a one hit wonder, bitch, your whole career a joke
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Ugly God a bitch, pussy boy don’t want no beef
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
[Verse 2]
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Them same black pants, bitch, you know which ones I mean
You don’t want these problems, pussy boy, you know you weak
Fuck Ugly God (What?)

Fuck Ugly God (What?)
[Chorus]

Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Water this, water that, you finna get exposed
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
You don’t got no hoes, everyday you beat your meat

Fabolous – Stacks Up (feat. PnB Rock)

I be too high for they down talkin’

[Chorus: Pnb Rock]
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
I said shout my Harley Quinns, lookin’ like Kylie Jenns
When I do say that’s the round talkin’
So if it ain’t bout no money, my niggas they don’t even ask
And made them niggas go crazy on some Joker shit
Spend it all like play doughs
I just blew another bag
I was chasin’ the bag
You know I don’t care
I got the map, I just came through
I just hit the mall
I just flex in a new Jag’
We gon’ hit the club and light it up, halogens
Gucci be so clean
I just hit the mall
I just hit the mall
I got the map, I just came through
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag’
I just blew another bag
I ain’t on the top but I’m on my way though
So all this girls ain’t doin’ what I say so
I got the map, I just came through
I got the map, I just came through
Haters they gon’ stare
I do my numbers and let them keep count
I’m a Louis fiend
Breeze be supreme
I just blew another bag
And it just keep on stackin’ up
Poppin’ xannies so I stay up
And it just keep on stackin’ up
And it just keep on stackin’ up
I just blew another bag
I got the map, I just came through
Chopped out, yeah
Big body, yeah
I just flex in a new Jag’

I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
I just hit the mall

I got keys in my mattress, so fuck your sheep count
Like a marry jeans
I just flex in a new Jag’
They keep on reachin’ and I just be stackin’ up
I just hit the mall
Like you pulled up in foreign to some local shit
I’m on my way to some cash
I just flex in a new Jag’
Listen, have you ever, ever seen a focus switch
[Chorus: Pnb Rock]
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
[Verse 2: Pnb Rock]
I just blew another bag
They keep on actin’ up, I just be crackin’ up
Like you went to sleep broke but you over rich

And it just keep on stackin’ up
And it just keep on stackin’ up
[Chorus: Pnb Rock]
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin’ up
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
Stack it up like Legos
I just flex in a new Jag’
Yeah, you know I’m on my way

Key Glock – Winning (Glock Season Album)

Until we pull up, then they face freezing up
I ain’t chasing these bitches
This hundred round drum, Ima dump that
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
Choppa kick, mortal combat
You play with that, Guap
You keep talking down

I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
Yea my money long as giraffe neck
Like rubberbands, you can get popped
Hundreds, fifties, twenties
[Hook]
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
You losing, we winning
I grind it up from a corn sack
I hit her then quit her, I don’t give a fuck!
All I know is get plenty
All of my niggas chase checks
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
You can get wet
(I ain’t from no Milwaukee, bitch all Ima bout them bucks!)
(These niggas be talking, like they all so tuff)
You losing, we winning
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Hopped up in a foreign, I’m peeling I’m drifting
[Hook]
This ain’t no Gucci or a Fendi
I ain’t chasing these bitches
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
You losing, we winning
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
[Verse 2]
My young niggas crazy
I’m not from Milwaukee , I’m just bout the bucks
You losing, we winning
They don’t give a fuck

I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
These niggas be talking, like they all so tuff
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
I ain’t chasing these bitches
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
Choppa kick, mortal combat
Choppa kick, mortal combat
(I hit her then quit her, don’t give no fuck!)
And my pockets swole, they be pouring fat
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
You losing, we winning
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at

Balling so hard, my team is so clutch
Find a nigga like me, baby I ain’t too many
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
Like Donald boy duck

I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Got this forty on my waist
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
I ain’t chasing these bitches
Ima keep running up
I ain’t chasing these bitches
[Hook]
Bad lil bitch run around like a hemi
We got them choppas like Baghdad
Choppa kick, mortal combat
Homie get ya bitch, before I smash that
You smell that loud, That’s that skunk pack
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
All of my niggas tote that
I ain’t chasing these bitches
Where is that cash, Gotta have that
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
Choppa kick, mortal combat
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
(Steady rolling up sticky)
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
You losing, we winning

Choppa kick, mortal combat
But I’m still pourin mud and rolling up sticky
We shooting to kill
[Verse 1]
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
(Hopped up in a foreign, I’m peeling I’m drifting)

Denzel Curry – Bloodshed (13 EP)

Reiterate everything that I said
Fucking with a black star, but I ain’t Mos Def
Fuck the rap game imma speak at my eulogy
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
[Verse 2]
Now you talking, the end of the partnership
I’m a dick and y’all niggas is feminist
You don’t want a motherfucking problem
No jewelries, speaking tomfoolery
You don’t want beef, might as well play possum, dead
You don’t want beef, might as well play possum, dead
With a bad bitch in a Challenger boy
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Reiterate everything that I said
In this world I feel like a terrarium
Biatch
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
With no remorse, not accepting apologies
I’m intelligent but I get ignorant
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
[Hook]
Don’t give a fuck about a car, whip, slip
When I’m spitting this lyrical syphilis
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Send em’ to the Ultimate is the wrong way
Had to cut that bitch off
You don’t want a motherfucking problem
What are you lost, come down the one way
I don’t fuck with none of you niggas the long way
Kneel before the almighty dread
Not a communist but I’m anonymous
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel got a murdering policy
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Giving you all of my hardship
[Hook]
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
[Verse 1]
Send that bitch off with a fucking sawed off
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate

28 in a clip, I’ma shoot what’s left
Zero tolerance if niggas talking shit
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
You don’t want war in this game ain’t no challenger boy
Put the ill in the Iliad
Fuck that don’t take in the odd out of Odyssey
I’m a real ass nigga, y’all boys is anime
Bitch I’m ultimate
Bury them, like a smoothie my nigga I bury them
When I flow, I drop bombs like a Soviet
Bitch I’m ultimate
28 in a clip, I’ma shoot what’s left
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Being too nice is a giving a fuck cuz
Out of my cranium, back in my stadium, starship
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Characters, I will embarrass you
28 in a clip, I’ma shoot what’s left
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Kneel before the almighty dread
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Fucking with a black star, but I ain’t Mos Def
Not so famous but yet I am infamous

Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Fucking with a black star, but I ain’t Mos Def

Biatch
These internet niggas be thinking I’m soft
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Rather get paper and stack it my boy

Denzel Curry – Equalizer (feat. Ronny J) (13 EP)

I fucked that bitch right to sleep, yuh
Stop, doctor said he couldn’t hold on
Check my account and I double up
Contemplation killing competition
Fuck it, it’s Halo, I wouldn’t respawn

Death from anonymous, broken my promises
Put that [?], yuh
Sun is never radiant, coming undone

Keep my bitches like my diamonds, in place, yuh
No way escaping it though
I do not fuck with the population
I hit a lick, it not real
Mixed with Bishop Magic Juan
Ice bag on my nuts
I got the shit that could take out New York
Watch what I’ve been on
I do not fuck with the population
Contemplation killing competition
I hit a lick, it not real
[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Shawty want me cause I’m next, yuh
You don’t want to see the revelation
I make them bands in the day, yuh
I fucked that bitch, she’s a fake, yuh
I make them bands in the day
Ultimately, I will brutalize ya
[Intro]
[Verse 2: Ronny J]
Ultimate
You don’t want to see the revelation
Equalizer, synthesizer
Cut, motherfucker I am Logan
I got the shit that could take out New York
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
All of your diamonds is fake, yuh
With the face, only ya mother could love me
I got the drugs in my vape, yuh
I make them bands in the day, yuh
Check my account and I double up
Ultimately, I will brutalize ya
Look, now her panties are wet, yuh
Birch trees on my chest
I am the ugly, I am so ugly
[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Most of these niggas is waste, yuh
Niggas straight [?] late, yuh
So instantaneous, it is begun
Straps looking like a lederhosen
N-I-G-G-A Attila The Hun
Yeah, I’m pai-
Equalizer, synthesizer
Straps looking like a lederhosen
Stop-
I make them bands in the day
I got the fuckin’ magic wand
Yeah, I’m paid
Confrontation, reevaluation

Feeling that I will return later on
Confrontation, reevaluation
Nothing is lovely, only get loneliness
New burly king with the fade
Phoniness, only resides on the tongue

Watch the way that I flex, yuh
I hit a lick, I hit a lick
Ah, yuh, ride my waves
I got the session in case, yuh
I gotta battle my friends
I have got no time to waste
Ah, yuh, ride my waves
Suicide thoughts with the murder I wrote
She grab my wave, my [?], yuh

Denzel Curry – Heartless (13 EP)

Roll up the green like a herbivore
A whole bunch of kush and some indo
First time she saw me it’ll probably be her last time
This’ll probably be your last night
Out of my starship, I slept with a goddess
I am so heartless, I’m feeling so heartless
Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop
Hold on let me slow it down, Harvey DJ’s crew
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?
Roll up the green like a herbivore
Out of the darkness, I feel like a goblin
When she call me back
I eat like a carnivore
That woo woo woo woo woo
Bitch I am a megazord, industry you do not win awards
Niggas be thinking they real niggas
I lay you down with the dinosaurs
Niggas be thinking they diamonds
None of you niggas prepared for war
Like Jordan you stay with the bullshit
And put it through the glass pipe
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?
I’m bout to roll up with my kinfolk
My niggas movin’ in silence
I don’t compute like a motherboard
Niggas be thinking they shining
Do you hear the 1 to 44, double 22

[Intro]
Bap Bap Blap Blap Blap Blap
[Chorus]
This ain’t what you heard before
Y’all niggas with that barking shit
Fuck around with me
Boop boop boop boop boop
I’m throwin’ my brain out the window
With all of the things that I seen
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?
My nigga I’m outta my conscience

I do not talk shit, I rented a starship
I’m high as a hoverboard
It’s looking just like what Bush wrote
My nigga I’m done with the nonsense
[Verse: Denzel Curry]
I’ma tell her it’s a bad time
You niggas don’t want a war
This ain’t what you heard before
My gun got diarrhea when it
Roll it up, smoke it up

Denzel Curry – Zeltron 6 Billion (feat. Lil Ugly Mane) (13 EP)

Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
Pardon me, niggas be, Madison Square guardin’ me
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
When I hit the scene it’s like a goddamn explosion
Fuck the industry, I only worry about my artistry
Kill my insecurities because they tried to make me soft
Short fuse, don’t cut it close
Have you so shook you wouldn’t even want to cross streets
So then you meet me at the elm
They gon’ find your body in the alley
Ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, yeah
Miami back to Richmond back to Cali
Ugly Mane, bars played
Its a lot of days I’m feeling like I’m drowning in the ocean
You could be a statue and you still won’t be as hard as me
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
I never went to college, don’t even listen to Asher Roth

Puffin’ it, I be acting foul for the fuck of it
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
That shit I spit be so morose
Dawg, I’m murdering everything inside my allegory
Who else but Ugly Mane and Zel
Speaking facts like 360 degrees drop it
Piffing looking crispy I got origami money folds
That blood in my veins be running cold

We got it locked like a prison
Kill off, you and your posse, if you cross me
[Verse 2: Lil Ugly Mane]
Ugly still the ugliest, Ugly still destructive
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
I crash into your soldiers like bricks thrown by Shaquille O’Neal
The coldest flow in a snow globe, my nigga I’m lost in frost
Got ’em twistin’ on them D’s watching
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
[Chorus]
Ugly Mane, bars played
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
Come back from the dead I’ll smack you to purgatory
[Intro]
Wisdom, you think you mobbin’ but you isn’t
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
You better watch your mouth playa
Welcome to the cellar, propelled into a realm
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
They be young and old
[Chorus]
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
Put your hands on me and your hands gettin’ broken
Find me out surrounded by some shooters

Hard to see, RIP my older brother Lotto Tree
Could rock it so funky as hell
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!

You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Head up in the clouds when the dutch is lit
I’ma lay you down underneath the ground if you fuck with this
Sometimes I’m a butterfly, most times I feel like a moth
Lately its a lot of days I feel hopeless (fuck it)
I hit you with that lethal dose
Running the game I be unapposed
Like Del so you could know that I’m funky as ever
Like zero, the pain is down to hill, my brain is made of steel

Royce Da 5’9″ – C Delores (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
While driving a Ford wondering why guys look at me foreign for
Relax for a throttle
I’m here to combine all three Bar Exams for a fourth
I’m the best at who we are, that’s fucking food for thought
I just whiplash new beats
I enter into a different intuitiveness on instruments
While I’m flipping pies like Patti LaBelle, Sara Lee
They gave birth to me 44 days later drinking a 40 at the coroner’s door
I open windows with hopes that the wind blows you ten mo’ blessings
While I shoot the shit as deep as foul goes though, so it’s four to four
Taking care of two, three dudes but these people be lying
Set my Timbo’s next to my dresser with the Nintendo, and yes
We will not tolerate injustice and insults from our worst enemies then, and we sure ain’t gonna accept insults from our youth We’re beaten with billy clubs and we’re bitten with dogs unleashed by Bull Carters.
You don’t wanna play with none of his make-believe truth

Go into the heart of the art form with a harpoon
Eating all the bark with Gargamel off of the cherry tree
It’s like we just sitting ducks in the eyes of evil
Tryna get to you ‘fore you could brace yourself
While I’m zoning, stirring the pot
This is the safe place I come to look Benjamin in the face
I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
Your favorite rapper ’bout to get cleaned up, served in a box
Cause I’m tryna put yo’ ass in a body cast
One of the last living rap forefathers who wouldn’t ask for a dollar
To dissect at Juilliard
Delores Tucker] [Outro: C.
Walk up to him, smack his hookah across the moon
We started off as targets
Better each time I came through like I held back the previous
I move in silence
I should sign my autograph with a polygraph
It’s time, it’s time to move something
Everything I wear be tailor-made to fit, Giraffe trim
You just the next wave to catch a crazy catchphrase
I be blacking out, you could ask them
They ain’t skilled enough to stand the field with us
[Verse 2]
Break a platinum plaque over a rapper back
More layers than 44 sorting [?]

I’m getting cheddar, they tryna catch up to my past M’s
I’m an angel at squalor
It’s only like four or five of you rappers who can actually inspire me
You eating Church’s Chicken with suspicious fictitious sinners
Keeping it Zion, we turning the streets of Detroit to a D zoo
Eating while we feed people to lions
Threw a piece of your heart in a jar for the people
Subpar cerebrals
He think that he Luke, he like to lift you and make you skywalk
In order to picture these digits, press will have to capture Loch Ness
Me, I’m just about to stick my dick in the dirt
It is obscene, it is obscene, it is obscene
Vocabulary lords sicker than Herbie’s recording thesaurus
Tryna stay sharper than straight sharks in a ‘gator pond
While Jesus wept I made boss music flunkies relate to
They feed negativity, we eating vagina while
On the back of a hellcat or capture a meteor
My style lethal ferocious
Y’all niggas lollygag — not me
Look, I’m the real thing
These niggas just here to provide dangerous detail
You gon’ have to retire me
So when you gon’ end up getting ate like four and four
Until it’s parts of a easel
I’m gon’ relapse for a bottle or be in the absence of Godot
And I’m getting better, tryna catch up and pass Em’
This evening I’m with the biggest spenders having the most prestigious dinner
These niggas listen to sign language, probably speak braille
We keeping it G, we keeping the iron out
Icicles is made of blood-boiling water alluring gore
Uh, I broke my key off in the car door
We had the Congress mad at the whole genre
Just as I was on my way to score a quarter key off Artmore
While I’m out here swerving the drop
I guess we missed our window to try to prove something
Tryna stay in a genius, creative state of mind
Let the hail from the evil word flip hath fury
Grate her down, all for the greater good and the greater grind
King. We marched for our right to at Selma, I was there with Dr. For 400 years, profit came before principle. Music that glorifies and promotes violence with guns, knives, or drugs and that includes all this gangsta rap, that’s it. We march again and we’re gonna keep on marching
Delores Tucker] [Intro: C.

If any of y’all MCM’s is any flyer than me there
They’ll make the iron speak too
I be out here telling the truth
King of the dark art, all is pale compared to me
The dude did eyeball, with me psycho and schizo
Everything I spit be sick, gag phlegm
Now it’s like we not even trying to be good
Huh, it seem like everybody out here right now wanna be ‘Pac
The extendo’s on the AK 47 and it’s wrapped in the dresses of En-Vogue
I’m ’bout to go so motherfucking Lamont Coleman
While they denying now, all these heathens be crying ’bout
While hip-hop stay colorful fruity like RiFF RaFF jewelry
Like a single drop of blood off the beak of a vulture
The Virgin Mary took a morning-after pill the morning before fornicating the Lord
Tell paparazzi I’m charging sales tax to media
I’m just a neck brace to the next crazy contestant who should step to me, neck pain
I’m a living legend, you a fidget spinner
Go and toss that bitch into a dark lagoon
Nobody else been thinking like me thus far though
Spot a whack producer from across the room
[Verse 1]
Streaming out your club when your single drop
Like laundry detergent, pushing ’round these birds with a mop

Delores Tucker] [Interlude: C.
Me, I left from the frying pan like the Devil’s last ingredient
My threshold for pain goes farther than a marine who’s been ordered to war
Either that or a model, these Ether raps are the Bible
Therefore, this is more than just my dormitory
This ’bout to be disturbing to watch
He’ll do the R2D2 to your heart
Now we see the direct and indirect effects. In 1992 the Canadian Supreme Court ruled that it was more important to ban speech that is dehumanizing to women than to protect free speech. If the filth that is portrayed in these gangsta rap videos and art is not obscene then I submit that nothing is obscene We hear the wailing mothers, the grieving sisters, the tormented brothers and fathers, and children planning their own funeral with pink dresses and pink caskets. We see the rise in murder, in abuse, in battles, teen prostitution, and teen suicide.
Tryna get rid of us
While I spray your ass with four different fours

Royce Da 5’9″ – Wake Up (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

And quit being so skewed by views and streams
Instantly a body
Get off the phone, chump
Now all the rappers got their hands wrapped in a boxing gym
I’m just gonna keep spitting ’till this shit’s in place
I got the violent history of Gotti’s polaroid flow, there’s only one way to picture me
My twin barrells I call Tiara and Tia Mowry
And then I spit it like I’m trying to fill up a couple vaults
And they should be the fucking law ’cause love is love even when love is lost
‘Cause nowadays you just all seem ruined
[Verse]

(Can you wake up?)
I never ride the wave ’cause I’m the water, I’m like the rap Suge
Put on a shirt, get back to the six-pack on the steps
They all crooks and snakes, all serpents
Competitive rap is back in effect
You niggas at them labels need to come from the back of them desks and find the next nigga with talent
And all my thoughts go in line, they can go inside of a barcode
You niggas out here playing bitchball flapping your neck
Shit like the K without the O in front
And everybody can’t be motherfucking sexy
’till I feel 2008 is back
I’m sure if we took you to the gun range you couldn’t spray the target, fam
(Wake up)
Get back to respect What in the fuck is wrong with y’all?
What are you doing? Will you wake up?
Your raps are like just okay, but problem is you’re just okay with that
Fans being way too nice, where all my haters at?
All part of the large circus mixed with Cirque du Soleil
Ex-mall workers who text wrong
What’s some of that corny shit that you been on?
Being shot at is about as likely as seeing y’all on lean and Molly
People find love and realize that love is love
Fuck a drive-by, I just hop out the car and mush a face
(Can you wake up?)
Where the fuck did rap get dislocated at?
Hello, Hip Hop, what are you doing?
Minus the fade by the barber, and all our thoughts cold
You couldn’t beat my daughter in a game of basketball in a garbage can in the streets
And on the behalf of all men you making us look bad
Hello, Hip Hop, what are you doing?
I spit hiatus raps, I’m just that good
My mind shuffles thoughts
You throw your punches like you ain’t ever punch nothing ever
Respect the art
Liked today, but you ain’t holding none
Using way too much autotune
You couldn’t fight your way out a paper bag with Shenaynay from Martin hands
Man, Instagram just need a dunce button
If y’all scared, nigga, call the police
[Intro]
I wonder if they know how soft they all look today
They all purpose, clique jumpers, they all ball-jerkers
Or I’ll come through and pee in your vegan salad
You niggas need to be aggressive again
Your career is like a microwave without the door in front
‘Till hard lines touch the bars
I just wish niggas would understand that
And all y’all thoughts blow, ours is Pearl Harbor
I got one question for y’all

Royce Da 5’9″ – N My Zone / Mask Off (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

Just look around, I don’t own a thing that ain’t in HD
With the winners in the bed with two majors
How about I don’t give a fuck about burning bridges?
Move-making, nigga, with the business
How about like Argyle
Get a running start, jump into a hole, take a hole in that beluga
I ain’t talking about weird science though
I be using Windows like I’m on a HP
Baby, this a new phone, you yapping "who this?"

You don’t like the kind of car you drive, okay, how about Bow Wow’s jet?
How about I walk through the fire ’cause I’m hot and I got the golden gate flow?
Talent you have naturally. Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft The separation of talent and skill is one of the greatest misunderstood concepts for people who are trying to excel, who have dreams, that wanna do things.

[Chorus]
How am I gon’ take a shot at something I can’t even fucking identify with?
And she into fitness like Brittany Renner

I’ve been killing microphones, killing microphones
I’m on a roll like two dice moving
I used to chase the liquor with the Guinness
I’m immune to all medic-on, blue Ferrari head is gone
I put your lights out like Edison
Used to do donuts on the grass, now I’m just feeling like a drone
Stop critiquing me, my detractors just couldn’t sell a record to the DMV
This a new life, who this?
[Chorus]
I play like KC and KG, you can’t even cage me
Smarter with the way I make dollars just to make sure she stay a baby baller
Product of a hard-working dedicated father with shortcomings
Went from palladiums to colosseum stadiums, you perform in the Reddit forum
I’ve been killing microphones, killing microphones
Ain’t nobody out there ready for him
I been like the zone
But nigga, I ain’t feeling like Stallone
[Part 1: "Backseat Freestyle" Remix]
Don’t go and put your Energizer on
I’m funny acting "who this?"
I’m feeling like the long days away from feeling my Patrón
And I’m into fitting this dick in her

Or put the car around white walls, call ’em Fire Marshals to come and shut the party down
I’m sorry, my top is unavailable right now, my roof gone, who this?
Nigga, I’ve been killing microphones, killing microphones
I’m looking like Rambo in this bitch
Well advanced, I swipe a knife across your white collar like a cheddar scam
[Part 2: "Mask Off" Remix]
Boo-yah, don’t be acting foolish
On the moped flute-by shooting
Cash rules everything around me until I die
And I’mma show no reaction to your rollie flashing like my zodiac a jeweler
(Hello) This a new life, who this?
I’m an unapologetic work in progress
Killing microphones, killing microphones
I’ve been killing microphones, bitch, killing microphones, bitch
Used to have the coldest bitches waiting for me chilling by the phone
How about I come through and paint the floor with your whole crew?
Got a model blowing my mind, my new Monica’s blowing my Monica
I’m talking about cracker-jacking these niggas ’till their whole enterprise is gone
This ain’t no Redbone and who this
Nigga, I been in like the zone
I act like them older cats with moola
I sock niggas and give ’em disease like a irock
In front of your table with TMZ doing interviews while you eat lunch
I’m somebody, ain’t nobody better than
You owe me money, run me that or do this
I deal with mics real Kendrick-like, I’ll kill a mic
I’m talking about clapping at these niggas with some shit that’s gonna feminize you strong
When I’m writing I’m just generalizing
She independent, but she into niggas that’s big spenders
People say that it make you softer to raise a daughter, but it made me harder
With Kodiak on that Patrón, I’m hot and on cognac, I’m cooler
‘Cause even though I’m sitting high somewhere I’m still spinning by your home, bitch

I ain’t interested in the crown that don’t belong to Wayne, Shady or Jay Z
The way I zone is like the AC on
I don’t mean to the end of night, come on
Looking right into the vanilla sky
How about the coroner come through and tell you go get Maaco
I’m talking about tenderize the bone
Take some of that bass out your voice
You don’t like to fight, how about sex?
I got the kind of flow that destroy the place though
I still wake up feeling independent
Praying all his sons make it farther
[Verse 2]
I’m on a boat in Dubai fooling
Killing microphones, killing microphones
How about I hop out the Maybach and challenge every living emcee?
Or how about with Soulja Draco?
This a new phone, who this?
You don’t like your life, how about death?
How about you take your shot at Rihanna like I did when I said "hi"?
Nigga, I’ve been killing microphones, killing microphones
With this beat I’m going all the way
My precise knowledge and intelligence
I’m the leader of CMB, doing 52 over speed bumps
I’m in a new zone, who this?
I’m a savage, on top of that I’m a reckless product of D&D
Feel more like I’m in a heist alone
Look, I don’t like to aim my shit at any artist
My blood type B positive, your type O like the credits wrong
[Intro: Will Smith]
[Verse 1]
Dragging motorcycles past the light
How about I box?
I’ve been killing microphones, killing microphones
That’s a opposite
When you talk to me minimize your tone
When I say that my ceiling is probably gone

And she about to fix me dinner
I’m talking about villainizing your home
The car odometer is on the bottom of all the numbers like you dial star pound
Nigga, my taste amazing, my chick look like the waitress from Hooters
Maybe everything I’m gon’ say from here on then is gon’ be on the behalf of "who this?"
Ain’t nothing but a dead something, I be headhunting, yeah, I’m going for that medulla
I mean I’mma take it to the grave, untilI end your life it’s on
I spot a bitch nigga like Cyclops on Santa Monica