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J-Live - Satisfied

26,

04:30,

2007-09-04 11:18:32

Description: one of my favorites. Artist - J-Live Album - All Of The Above J-Live is one of the most talented MCs on the planet. Fans familiar with the clever lyricist have grown to love his unique style of (More) one of my favorites. Artist - J-Live Album - All Of The Above J-Live is one of the most talented MCs on the planet. Fans familiar with the clever lyricist have grown to love his unique style of wordplay and his originality. At the forefront of New York's independent hip hop scene since the mid 90s, J-Live was one of the first artists to move a substantial amount of units without airplay or a major label push. J-Live relied strongly on grassroots promotions and old fashioned hard work. For years J-Live has remained an independent music icon taking his time to release quality albums. This year, joining forces with Penalty Recordings and Rykodisc J-Live prepares to drop what may be his most sophisticated, conceptual and complete album so far, The Hear After. LYRIC Hey yo Lights, camera, tragedy, comedy, romance You better dance from your fighting stance Or you'll never have a fighting chance In the rat race Where the referee's son started way in advance But still you livin' the American Dream Silk PJ's, sheets and down pillows Who the fuck would wanna wake up? You got it good like hot sex after the break up Your four car garage it's just more space to take up You even bought your mom a new whip scrap the jalopy Thousand dollar habit, million dollar hobby You a success story everybody wanna copy But few work for it, most get jerked for it If you think that you could ignore it, you're ig-norant A fat wallet still never made a man free They say to eat good, yo, you gotta swallow your pride But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied [Chorus] The poor get worked, the rich get richer The world gets worse, do you get the picture? The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone The old get stiff, the young get stepped on Whoever told you that it was all good lied So throw your fists up if you not satisfied {*Singing* Are you satisfied? I'm not satisfied Hey yo, the air's still stale The anthrax got my Ole Earth wearin' a mask and gloves to get a meal I know a older guy that lost twelve close peeps on 9-1-1 While you kickin' up punchlines and puns Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is If it's war time or jail time, time for promises And time to figure out where the enemy is The same devils that you used to love to hate They got you so gassed and shook now, you scared to debate The same ones that traded books for guns Smuggled drugs for funds And had fun lettin' off forty-one But now it's all about NYPD caps And Pentagon bumper stickers But yo, you still a nigga It ain't right them cops and them firemen died The shit is real tragic, but it damn sure ain't magic It won't make the brutality disappear It won't pull equality from behind your ear It won't make a difference in a two-party country If the president cheats, to win another four years Now don't get me wrong, there's no place I'd rather be The grass ain't greener on the other genocide But tell Huey Freeman don't forget to cut the lawn And uproot the weeds Cuz I'm not satisfied [Chorus] {*Singing* All this genocide Is not justified Are you satisfied? I'm not satisfied Yo, poison pushers making paper off of pipe dreams They turned hip-hop to a get-rich-quick scheme The rich minorities control the gov'ment But they would have you believe we on the same team So where you stand, huh? What do you stand for? Sit your ass down if you don't know the answer Serious as cancer, this jam demands your undivided attention Even on the dance floor Grab the bull by the horns, the bucks by the antlers Get yours, what're you sweatin' the next man for? Get down, feel good to this, let it ride But until we all free, I'll never be satisfied [Chorus] - Repeat 2x {*Singing with talking in background* Are you satisfied? (whoever told you that it was all good lied) I'm not satisfied (Throw your fists up if you not satisfied) Are you satisfied? (Whoever told you that it was all good lied) I'm not satisfied (So throw your fists up) (So throw your fists up) (Throw your fists up) (Less)

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J-Live - Satisfied

15,

04:30,

2008-04-21 16:20:58

Description: one of my favorites. Artist - J-Live Album - All Of The Above J-Live is one of the most talented MCs on the planet. Fans familiar with the clever lyricist have grown to love his unique style of (More) one of my favorites. Artist - J-Live Album - All Of The Above J-Live is one of the most talented MCs on the planet. Fans familiar with the clever lyricist have grown to love his unique style of wordplay and his originality. At the forefront of New York's independent hip hop scene since the mid 90s, J-Live was one of the first artists to move a substantial amount of units without airplay or a major label push. J-Live relied strongly on grassroots promotions and old fashioned hard work. For years J-Live has remained an independent music icon taking his time to release quality albums. This year, joining forces with Penalty Recordings and Rykodisc J-Live prepares to drop what may be his most sophisticated, conceptual and complete album so far, The Hear After. LYRIC Hey yo Lights, camera, tragedy, comedy, romance You better dance from your fighting stance Or you'll never have a fighting chance In the rat race Where the referee's son started way in advance But still you livin' the American Dream Silk PJ's, sheets and down pillows Who the fuck would wanna wake up? You got it good like hot sex after the break up Your four car garage it's just more space to take up You even bought your mom a new whip scrap the jalopy Thousand dollar habit, million dollar hobby You a success story everybody wanna copy But few work for it, most get jerked for it If you think that you could ignore it, you're ig-norant A fat wallet still never made a man free They say to eat good, yo, you gotta swallow your pride But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied [Chorus] The poor get worked, the rich get richer The world gets worse, do you get the picture? The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone The old get stiff, the young get stepped on Whoever told you that it was all good lied So throw your fists up if you not satisfied {*Singing* Are you satisfied? I'm not satisfied Hey yo, the air's still stale The anthrax got my Ole Earth wearin' a mask and gloves to get a meal I know a older guy that lost twelve close peeps on 9-1-1 While you kickin' up punchlines and puns Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is If it's war time or jail time, time for promises And time to figure out where the enemy is The same devils that you used to love to hate They got you so gassed and shook now, you scared to debate The same ones that traded books for guns Smuggled drugs for funds And had fun lettin' off forty-one But now it's all about NYPD caps And Pentagon bumper stickers But yo, you still a nigga It ain't right them cops and them firemen died The shit is real tragic, but it damn sure ain't magic It won't make the brutality disappear It won't pull equality from behind your ear It won't make a difference in a two-party country If the president cheats, to win another four years Now don't get me wrong, there's no place I'd rather be The grass ain't greener on the other genocide But tell Huey Freeman don't forget to cut the lawn And uproot the weeds Cuz I'm not satisfied [Chorus] {*Singing* All this genocide Is not justified Are you satisfied? I'm not satisfied Yo, poison pushers making paper off of pipe dreams They turned hip-hop to a get-rich-quick scheme The rich minorities control the gov'ment But they would have you believe we on the same team So where you stand, huh? What do you stand for? Sit your ass down if you don't know the answer Serious as cancer, this jam demands your undivided attention Even on the dance floor Grab the bull by the horns, the bucks by the antlers Get yours, what're you sweatin' the next man for? Get down, feel good to this, let it ride But until we all free, I'll never be satisfied [Chorus] - Repeat 2x {*Singing with talking in background* Are you satisfied? (whoever told you that it was all good lied) I'm not satisfied (Throw your fists up if you not satisfied) Are you satisfied? (Whoever told you that it was all good lied) I'm not satisfied (So throw your fists up) (So throw your fists up) (Throw your fists up) (Less)

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Get Ready For War

102,

05:17,

2008-04-21 16:57:46

Description: Fourth Track of Splash's album titled Da Album. Get Ready For War Lyrics: Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel, they said there was a shootin', but they found no shells, (More) Fourth Track of Splash's album titled Da Album. Get Ready For War Lyrics: Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel, they said there was a shootin', but they found no shells, (jail) We want tha eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyyyyin', ain't no time for coppin' heat bitch ya cryyyying, I'm Here to Bang, suck a dick play your position fuck apologies, hollow tips is all thjat i'm givin' We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam, View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man. Got a hand gun habit, front and ima let ya have it, When the shots go off cops sayin Splash back at it, I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass Bitches, Front and i'll put ya brains on that curb fast BITCH, I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit, Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch, Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit, movin up the ranks, like a 2nd grade loutenant X2 nasty, nasty, we do it hardcore, bout to unload, suggest you hit the floor bust some shots and blow the hinges off ya door im tellin you get ready, get ready for war Bitches know, if not they better check my background you ask bout me, the youn body dont back down Try and stick me I'll fill your back with mac rounds hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold shaq down gun cocked to ya head all ya screamin is mercy each and every one of ya, please dont hurt me There once was some goons that tried to murda me I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas when I let loose with this uzi and just shoot through your Izuzu You get the message am I gettin through to you? got the semis and auto, them bullets gon spray random Not a pretty boy but my mom still thinks I'm handsome It's no coincidence, bitches who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up we bringin guns to fight, u betta start runnin cuz if our fingas slip, we got no safety button I shoot first, ask questions later Then read the answers in the newspaper, hater X2 nasty, nasty, we do it hardcore, bout to unload, suggest you hit the floor bust some shots and blow the hinges off ya door im tellin you get ready, get ready for war bitch i neva heard of you, bitch ill fuckin murder u bust shots at ya door straight thru ur convertible Come with me but dont run and die where your standin' See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin' Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement These bitches is talkin' think that security gon save them Cause Splash this, Splash that, Splash stay with a gat Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack Beggin stupid bitches, they still dont understand no prolly cause my hand glow, when i antcipate the lambo only get one warning so i suggest u let your man know caus ill start pickin bitches off, shit u fightin rambo These rap bitches portrayed to be tough, nobody acting soft 'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce No future fuckin' with me, there's no tomorrow niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit ya wit hollows X2 nasty, nasty, we do it hardcore, bout to unload, suggest you hit the floor bust some shots and blow the hinges off ya door im tellin you get ready, get ready for war Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel No exception to the rule, death is promised Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas Scope, infrared, run you're still dead Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head come creepin through the hood wearin a teflon Hit the corners motherfuckers gonna get left on Stop runnin your mouth, bitch stop talkin just open your coffin, your a dead man walking X2 nasty, nasty, we do it hardcore, bout to unload, suggest you hit the floor bust some shots and blow the hinges off ya door im tellin you get ready, get ready for war (Less)

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Get Ready For War

21,

05:17,

2008-02-23 12:09:15

Description: Fourth Track of Splash's album titled Da Album. Get Ready For War Lyrics: Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel, they said there was a shootin', but they found no (More) Fourth Track of Splash's album titled Da Album. Get Ready For War Lyrics: Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel, they said there was a shootin', but they found no shells, (jail) We want tha eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyyyyin', ain't no time for coppin' heat bitch ya cryyyying, I'm Here to Bang, suck a dick play your position fuck apologies, hollow tips is all thjat i'm givin' We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam, View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man. Got a hand gun habit, front and ima let ya have it, When the shots go off cops sayin Splash back at it, I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass Bitches, Front and i'll put ya brains on that curb fast BITCH, I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit, Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch, Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit, movin up the ranks, like a 2nd grade loutenant X2 nasty, nasty, we do it hardcore, bout to unload, suggest you hit the floor bust some shots and blow the hinges off ya door im tellin you get ready, get ready for war Bitches know, if not they better check my background you ask bout me, the youn body dont back down Try and stick me I'll fill your back with mac rounds hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold shaq down gun cocked to ya head all ya screamin is mercy each and every one of ya, please dont hurt me There once was some goons that tried to murda me I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas when I let loose with this uzi and just shoot through your Izuzu You get the message am I gettin through to you? got the semis and auto, them bullets gon spray random Not a pretty boy but my mom still thinks I'm handsome It's no coincidence, bitches who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up we bringin guns to fight, u betta start runnin cuz if our fingas slip, we got no safety button I shoot first, ask questions later Then read the answers in the newspaper, hater X2 nasty, nasty, we do it hardcore, bout to unload, suggest you hit the floor bust some shots and blow the hinges off ya door im tellin you get ready, get ready for war bitch i neva heard of you, bitch ill fuckin murder u bust shots at ya door straight thru ur convertible Come with me but dont run and die where your standin' See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin' Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement These bitches is talkin' think that security gon save them Cause Splash this, Splash that, Splash stay with a gat Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack Beggin stupid bitches, they still dont understand no prolly cause my hand glow, when i antcipate the lambo only get one warning so i suggest u let your man know caus ill start pickin bitches off, shit u fightin rambo These rap bitches portrayed to be tough, nobody acting soft 'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce No future fuckin' with me, there's no tomorrow niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit ya wit hollows X2 nasty, nasty, we do it hardcore, bout to unload, suggest you hit the floor bust some shots and blow the hinges off ya door im tellin you get ready, get ready for war Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel No exception to the rule, death is promised Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas Scope, infrared, run you're still dead Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head come creepin through the hood wearin a teflon Hit the corners motherfuckers gonna get left on Stop runnin your mouth, bitch stop talkin just open your coffin, your a dead man walking X2 nasty, nasty, we do it hardcore, bout to unload, suggest you hit the floor bust some shots and blow the hinges off ya door im tellin you get ready, get ready for war (Less)

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