Check these up-top murderers, nerdy in the bezel, as the cloud merges. FBI, try — I won’t work, with Seattle pooped out. “Bust a shot up in the beacon!” Catch me in the corner, and I’m speaking. Crashed out heavenly, you G-rock the street, Daddy Long. Five means “chicken and broccoli while he’s a stink.”

He, with his man straight from Raleigh-Durham.

Dedicated to the radio

Now he and she. But it’s time for them to get recognized. This is my version of the Nobel Peace Prize. That’s why I’m coming out of my face like this. As far as negativity, you never get this. Good weather for you, nobody would know.

That’s why this is something for the radio. Because everyone is unique in the way they cut the record.

What are you doing? Tell me what you’re doing!

Killer, killer, killer; who is Nelly? Now watch his style. I touch his stage… ‘till I broke it: man, I broke it. Catch his “style road,” boy, we have to make it in life.

Flipped a coin, threw it down the whistle, next day I’m overseas.

I had to die

They’re independent, but I’m major with the moves; so many options I don’t know which one to choose. Never stagnant, I just get up. It accrues. Some do guns, and so there’s nothing left to prove. We have to kill ‘em every time.

Shot for the arrows, tools in my hand ‘cause I’m arrow-crank; because I see many minds. Yeah, I ain’t from the Channel. Came from a place that won’t send a blood. Can be “Panabone,” and fire blitz, and “'dem a bad man, Dean.”

Someone’s in the blood candidates; “Panabond,” if I’m less of them. Up and Mandina.

Rude girl, better step up. Try and lift your head up. There’s a rumor being spread about me and the crew, about something that we did or were supposed to do. You might not have heard it, or maybe you have, but when I first heard it, all I did was laugh.

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I used to get angry and all uptight. You can say what you want, but spell my name right. ‘Cause all I’m ever guilty of was rockin’ the house, but that’s not what the rumor was all about.

Now, if you like me, then tell all your friends… and if you don’t, then you should wait until you see me again. This way, I can hear it from the horse’s mouth, and right then and there, we can straighten it out. Because I don’t get involved with the he says / she says.

Just take my advice quick, while you’re ahead. Because one day, I might not laugh. The day you’re my right to change your behind (“can-can”) — you got a big mouth! You got a big mouth. You got a big mouth.

Thank you.

Bye.

How you stand up?

Generations on my planet: it’s not branding, it’s expanding on your eyes, your mind, that’s facts. But they want you to cup your price. That’s on the ice; that’s on the flash. Let’s get it twisted, backwards with your flexing system. If you’re in the dirt, let’s get to rinsing. I’m insisting. I can’t resist it.

I’m the hardest one to see in the West right now, getting blasted right now. I’m missing the outro music (if it really means anything).

I got this new jam for y’all called the “Soulja Boy.” You just gotta punch, and then crank back three times from left to right. Superman at home, now why me?

Crank that soul, now why me? Crank that soul, now why me? Crank that soul, now why me? Crank that soul, now why me? Crank that soul, now why me? Crank that soul, now why me? Crank that soul, now why me? Crank that soul.

The party is now: why me you, now why me you; now, why me you? I’m the man. They’re looking in my neck, saying that it’s Thumbro. So don’t do it like me. I saw you trying to do it like me. Man, that Dan is ugly.

Why me crack it? Why me? Why me crack that Soulja boy?

Soulja Boy, I finna it

Why me crack it, why me? Why me crack that Soulja boy? Soulja Boy, I finna it.

Why me crank it? Why me?

Why me crank that Roosevelt?

Oh, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup, soup.

I’ll be right back.

“This ain’t my box, when they done lost time.”

This ain’t my watch. And it ain’t my loss. We don’t beg friends. This ain’t my job. And it ain’t my problem. They don’t like me, then it ain’t my problem.

Too many names to call. They want me to keep quiet, but I ain’t a fool. Workmen still blaming my tools, ‘cause we break something every time they name a rule. They got Roger. They tried to frame us all, but I schooled. Time to pick MCs out anymore, nah; I hate you, Zoo.

And we’re real Buckheads, if you’re cooking. ‘Cause I’m out here singing “Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls.” Who are fools? Ducksack.

Please check the force, Sif. Ain’t a star for this move.

They don’t care about us

All I want to say is that they don’t really care about us.

Tell me, what has come of my life? I have a wife and two children who love me. Am I a victim of police brutality? No. If I’m invisible, it’s because you know me. If I can make you promise me free liberty, no.

I’m tired of being a victim of shame, and you’re throwing me in a class with bad names. I can’t believe this is the land from which I came. Some things in life, they just don’t want to see it. But if my delusion was a little, can’t put it back to speak.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Check these up top murderers, nerdy in the bezel as the cloud merges. FBI try — I won’t work, with Seattle pooped out. “Bust a shot up in the beacon!” Catch me in the corner, and I’m speaking. Crashed out heavenly, you G-rock the street, daddy long. Five means “chicken and broccoli while he’s a stink.”

He, with his man straight from Raleigh-Durham.

He recognized Kojak. I slapped him five masks, and Killer cracked his Heinie for him.

Anybody break bread — huddle around, guzzle that. I’m about to throw some hair on your back. Since the face has been revealed, game got here. Radio be gassing, “n****s my impostors.” Stream the L, I’m the inventor 86, rockin’ at the center, debut 93 LP; save you to enter: “punk n****s stealin’ my light.”

Crawl up in the bed with Grandma, beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife.

Good night.

Tracklist

Drum & Bass

Kolectiv – Damocles

Biz Markie – This Is Something for the Radio (Acapella)

Revan – Last Week of Summer

Resslek – HQ

Phibes – Upside Down

Mefjus – Emulation (Mefjus Remix)

Kasra, YAANO – Shatter (VISLA Remix)

Kasra, YAANO – Shatter (Original mix)

Kasra, Mefjus, latesleeper – Decypher (latesleeper Remix)

gyrofield – Shrimp

Fox, Revan – In the Cool

FOURA, Subten, GHS – Rudeboy

Dub Phizix – Loaded Dice

DLR, Foreign Concept – Mob Justice (DLR Remix)

T>I, D*Minds, Run In The Jungle – Riko’s Revenge

Dub Phizix – Hatchet

Scuffed – Alright

Scar – Bravo Tango (Zero T VIP)

Sam Binga, OneDa, Particle – Rude Girl

Mefjus – Sleazebag (Ed Rush Remix)

Logan, Jappa, Napes – Full English

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Whodini – Big Mouth (Acapella)

Wraz. – Swarm (Khanum Remix)

ZeroZero – Cramp (Samath Remix)

FLO, Oz, q100 – Vocal Dub

Snuffy – Sweat

q100 – Aerobica

FSHR, KNOTT – Concentrate

Snuffy, Zaterday – Stand

q100 – Sloboda

Trail – Velasquez

ENiGMA Dubz – Silverback

Soulja Boy – Crank That (Acapella)

Drone – New Take

Trim, Klinical – My Problem

Michael Jackson – They Don’t Care About Us (Acapella)

7kidz – Alzheimer (VIP)

Distance – Sacrifices

Ghostface Killah feat. Raekwon – Apollo Kids (Acapella)

Substance, Wraz. – Minotaur

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