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by Black Smith

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[Verse 1 - Dubé] Yeah Man, queens get the money, the kings get nothin' That's what it really is, girl, and you ain't above it I told you when I first met you that I'm gon' love it What we got, what we have-- baby girl, all of it While people on the streets slingin' to dope fiends I'm workin' hard, girl, to get you the most of things Queens get the money, you kings get nothin' I call bullshit, I'll spend my love on a ring for ya, woman! [Verse 2 - Black Smith] Yeah, dats wazzup! Yeahhh Queens get the money, while kings get nothin' Now Hip Hop needs somethin', these sissy niggas frontin' So I turn an ear to the mumblin' The moanin' and groanin' of an unsatisfied audience lackin' lovin' Crank this, up inside your dome Via stereo at home, by way of radio on chrome Wheels, bump it proudly atop the uneven and broken roads Portable quotables render totable my listeners' heavy loads Check it! We three kings comprise Publish or Perish Tell the industry beware us, listeners will declare us The top of the entry level, and in our rhymes you revel The voices of three rebels Now stand back and behold the speakers tremble! [Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies] Yeah!! You ain't even gotta ask, you know who it is! Uh... yeah, yeah, yeah Welcome to my world--- tell me how it feels Filled with craziness Tryna judge women off the Liar's Paradox I'm sorry if I'm comin' off a little philosophical But based on the title, man, it's only logical Now back to the introduction, you can call me Oz My mood so cold but everything I spit be fire [Verse 4 - DJ Doo-Bay] Yeah, we the kings, and we got nothin' Workin' from the bottom up to somethin' When we up in the air, you gon' be with me Open my eyes wide and realize you're with me Pan the picture out, and we in our fifties... [Verse 5 - Kreative Tendencies] And if I'm still around, I'mma make you feel me You can either salute me, or kill me: those are your only options Got dreams of chart-toppin', Logically I wanna make that a reality But nowadays only money can buy dreams So, all I can do is dream And that's reality.
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[Hook - Rick Ross] Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I, everyday I, everyday I'm hustlin'! [Verse 1 - Black Smith] (Yeah! Everyday I'm hustlin'...All right. Cheahhhhh! Cheah! Yeah!!) Everyday we hustlin', tryna get them custom rims A-bustlin', and rufflin', like fallen leaves up in the wind Or feathers in a red man cap---my quill will testify to that So I raise my right and place my left and accept the Hippocratic dap But Foxxy say this brown man's greet is synonymous with violent jabs Of terrorists, and panther claws, and viper fangs, and all-a-that If that's the case, then so be it---I invite the hatred and the scams I'm on my grind, like Push would say: "I own you all"---remember that! Publish, Perish---do or die---the newest hip hop mafia Accept the call, pick up ya phone, my Father God's on line for ya The offer's there, you can't refuse, or fly back to Moronica One way ticket, E.T.A. to hell, check the thermometer! [Hook - Rick Ross] Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I, everyday I, everyday I'm hustlin'! [Bridge - Black Smith] Everyday we hustlin', tryna get them custom rims A-bustlin', and rufflin', like fallen leaves up in the wind Or feathers in a red man cap---my quill will testify to that So I do my thing and step right back and let Doo-Bay back on the track! [Verse 2 - Dubé] (All right! Yeah!) Just chillin' out on my couch now (Gusssttt!!!) Lookin' out at what I've found Lookin' at my dreams, inconceivably it seems That I'm just goin' nowhere, but I think that I'mma do it big, see! Yeah, I got my girl right next to me She's so good---believe in everything ya see Everything I've done in the past, she don't seem to care But I'mma give her the whole world---she my girl, it's what she deserves, yeah! I'm going to be everything that I can be It's my destiny and best believe, you can't test me! Yes! I am just on my knees and prayin' to a God that could give me anything But He is just sayin', "Do it for yourself, do it bigger than you ever could Dream or imagine, because of people in every hood In the world, tryna see ya fail, But never believe them, because they're just tryna chase ya tail, just to keep ya down in Hell!"
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[Intro] Cole World! Yeah! Hey! Dats wazzup! SD whaddup? NC nigga! Let's go!! Hey!!! Who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? (Check it out!) [Verse 1 - Black Smith] Guess who's back? It's the Smith who's Black From the P.o.P., Publish or Perish pack All you trill O.G.'s, I salute and dap And as the facts come forward, watch the fakes fall back Yo MCSmith Raps! Wow this Cole beat slaps! Damn right, dumbass! Cut all your vain chit-chat! While you concern yourself with all these rims and racks Watch your bad main bitch go head 'n' erect my flag: "I claim this planet in the name of that Young nigga J-Bird!" --dead center of the map And as you Houston niggas waste your time with that I tell yo 'bitch, "Bown down, pucker up, and smack!" "Too far!" you say? "What you mean by that?!" Look, yo bitch's all Game, so I know I run that I'm here to stay, touchdown! New stat! And before I peace out-- R.I.P. Spence Datt!" [Hook - J. Cole] Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that flame! Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that flame! Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that flame! So don't worry 'bout my motherfuckin' name, I got 'em sayin'... [Verse 2 - J. Cole] Who dat, who dat? You know what you been waiting for I mean, the game was all bad just a week ago Rappers was bullshit - listen, I ain't hatin', no Now a brother hot enough to fuck with one of Satan's hoes And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions Wishing for air conditioning Feeling God was never listenin' Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention Your bitch is tired of missionary? Boy you failed the mission Man, just look at how I elevated Real niggas celebrate it, finger fuck whoever hate it My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn Then I redecorated That means my tables turned Live life, might as well, only way to learn Just try and fail, clientele the only way to earn So if you're selling crack or if you're selling rap Make sure it's mean so the fiends keep on yelling back [Hook - J. Cole] Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that flame! Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that flame! Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that flame! So don't worry 'bout my motherfuckin' name, Spence!!! [Verse 3 - Childish Gambino] ('Sup, Spence?) I won't steal your girl? Test me I stay Childish, watch me breast-feed Grandfather ran numbers a criminal in Harlem The only thing he used to make was trouble and my father Father had me, said "Stay away from cocaine!" Blood stayed gangster, my swag screams dope game I talk real nigga, this is what you ask for I shit green like vegetarian assholes Louder than Wayne's pants at the VMA's Stick to what you good at nigga! Oh, everything?! Niggas want me everywhere, I'm yelling out "Sorry!" There's only one of me like white girls with black Barbies Niggas mad that I ain't do shit to I got a fly Asian bitch, that's a Shih Tzu Throwing out your jazz man, but you don't look like Uncle Phil Fucking girls from TV shows, my DVR is on the pill Shake it on Youtube, yeah that's a VEVO ho Black guy with a white voice, Cleveland Show I don't know, all I wanted was different things Hope these hood niggas don't blow me off when they're listening All I do is wear what white guys wore in the '50's And for some reason these white people think that it's interesting Too many girls, that's still not enough for me I love pussy like that old lady up the street Everything I spit is compilated and best of Black nerds run shit, go and ask ?uestlove I'mma hit it twice, retail I got a package like a gangsta, G-mail Google and a penis reference, same sentence, goody goody! I love my dick so much they let a nigga host the Woodies Got the whole barbershop like, "Oh man, this shit is tight!" Solid shit... one wipe! [Hook - J. Cole] Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that flame! Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that flame! Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that flame! So don't worry 'bout my motherfuckin' name, Spence! [Outro - J. Cole] Who Datt, who Datt? Cole World, nigga! SD, nigga! SD, boi! Yo, this is J. Cole! Cole World! Spencer Datt, who dat, who dat? Rest In Peace, brother! Big shouts!! Much love!
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[Hook - Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, ahuh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah ahuh, screamin that's nothin' When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin' Reppin in my town, when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow [Verse 1 - Black Smith] (SWOOP! Uh, uh!) Yeah, it's that Black & Yellow flow And if you dig ya boi Black Smith then you're gonna bring up gold Ha! See, that's what my bars always glow 'Cause I spit heavy and also at the speed of lightyears I go To the top of the charts, and yet I don't neglect my soul My buzz can't kill my art, I'mma let my haters know (Bitch!) That this boi right here-- he drives a straight and narrow road (Bitch!) A hot commodity he is but his integrity canot be sold (Ha) And no, I know I said I wouldn't gloat, But your system may not realize the simple fact that I'm dope I've got the best of both worlds, mixed with Asian and Afro Shout to Dobbins, bring it back, Black and Yellow flow, nigga!!! [Hook - Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, ahuh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah ahuh, screamin that's nothin' When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin' Reppin in my town, when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow [Verse 2 - Dube] (Yeah, yeah!) Ride-or-die, you know I'm right Goin' out tonight lookin' fly Eyes lookin' toward the sky And my, my---you lookin' like A million bucks, stack that up Back to my place, we gon' fuck I give you blunt-head trauma, no drama The business, boomin' like a Samba Yeah, I'll put you in a coma Gettin' dizzy from my aroma You know that I'll be right here Have no fear; after this, see clear Year by year and day by day You know that I'm gettin' paid You should know that I'm no phase I gotta unlock ya, I run this race! [Hook - Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, ahuh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah ahuh, screamin that's nothin' When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin' Reppin in my town, when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow [Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies] (Well damn! ... Guess y'all decided to go in! I guess this means... I have to go in... What?!) My nigga---loud pipes, rally stripes Dope kicks, bad chicks---nigga, jet life It ain't nothin' to me; I been Kreative, bitch Bet you ain't seen a nigga style this sick On this drist shit, orchids and ammunition 89 bet bitch---key in the ignition Mind blown fuckin' with me---that's yo' bitch symptoms Cold-hearted nigga since the beat started [Verse 4 - Quay] (Whaddup Quay!) Fly girls bakin' up under the son Giggles exchanged while bikinis gettin' undone Then a, 64 scrape all around the corner A brother hoppin' out the Bentley lookin' like an owner That's the environment and they just products Bad women, hood scholars, Chevys, and narcotics As for me---well I see, all this from my window Takin hits off of the indo! Roll it up! [Outro - Kreative Tendencies & Quay] KREATIVE TENDENCIES: And there you fuckin' have it! QUAY: And I'm hella faded, hella faded, hella faded, hella faded!!! Yeahhh! KREATIVE TENDENCIES: Publish or Perish, we ain't playin' no fuckin' games! QUAY: Hahaha! Roll me the weed, bro. KREATIVE TENDENCIES: And if you doubt us---and if you doubt us--- ...fuck you and your feelings...bitch!
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Last name: Expert, first name: Coldplay One beat alone with me, you never will forget me I pray God forgives me for the havoc I reek 'Cause my soul'll be stained by this murderous streak And its vocal chords strained by blood-curdling screams Call it pay-per-view sports, or free audio streams Or sadistic if disgusted by taking pleasure in things Either way, you're next up: tap out and kiss the ring Make a joke out of my craft, you bet I take it personally Some niggas need a license 'fore they hook a mic into a USB Some rhymes I hear be wantin' me to cut a vein quite openly But before I call it quits, how 'bout lettin' Alfred set the cutlery? LSXN captain, three years on the resume Landslide election, more than half the love of KTT Marched upon Atlantic, motherFUCK the record companies But now Fiasco Friday's just a glorious distant memory I've seen too many come and go from this legendary section Guess Lasers wasn't charmin' 'nuff of a third impression Or maybe some were feeling Lupe cracked under the tension Can't really say much about it, still gettin' stalked from my Depression The sting of insecurities a demon's secret weapon And I'll be damned if I become another Aesop of his lessons I learned a long time ago that pain cannot be lessened So I got up off my ass and penned my name along with Wesson Pretty motherfucker, and I know it, killa fashion Everytime I drop a bar, I make sure you feel the passion Metal all up in your brain HASSAAAAN excuse the hatchet But my music tends to have effects like crankin' up the ratchet A wordsmith with some promise who got caught up in lyric trappin' 'Bout to prey upon this rookie like a phony from the Vatican The names have all been blanked to shame the guilty-proven innocents Now enough with the disclaimers: UNLEASH THE KRAKEN UP IN THIS BITCH I was never EVER the kind to destroy a person Till this bitch started frontin' like I owed him somethin' 'Cause the net you caught those feelin's in promptly punctured Now that I cropped your face out so that my dick could function And nah, there's no pause at that couplet's junction The fucks I tried to give add up to half of nothin' So here's the final penny I'd like to share, Reaction: Newton's Law's been rewritten, you're now an unequal fraction. Bitch. You now an unequal fraction, bitch Motherfucker that fuck, Reaction What the fuck is a Reaction? Equal opposite's attraction. Out of Season comin' soon. K-T-... T...!!!
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[Verse - Black Smith] My fro out, my dro blown My bars stout, my flow's gold My skin thick, like rhino's My lines shine like rhinestones Ge-gems dropped like The Throne Shouts out to Young King Hov Vuitton Don, new God Flow Old Cash Flow, my debts grown My knees bent, my hands clasped Redemption is all I ask Shawshank all you haters Then follow my tracks past The yellow, straight, narrow Shotgun in this Lambo Bu-bumpin' Omega meets Chrome, end with Black Smith Double, barreled Buckshot make my ammo Four heads on this monster Throwed game in the dumpster BLAOWCK!
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[Intro - Bon Iver] I shoot the lights out Hide 'til it's bright out Oh just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? (Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!) [Verse 1 - Black Smith] (Yeah!) They say the monster inside of me can never be tamed That that old polite facade of me can no longer stay 'Cause too many slings and arrows have been headin' my way This spotlight's a death ray--- solar AK spray! Y'all drivin' me insane, and Daisy wants the wheel back Not sayin' I'm Hussein, so I don't understand all this flack I'm more Nino Brown when I ride upon this 'Ye track I slaughter all around with rhymes crackin' like a yay track Light a match of blackjack and I'll just flip an ace I'll make you regret the decision that you even left the base That's why I drive Grant nuts like "Arsenic and Old Lace" Got my fables from the g.o.a.t.s so I'm not the hare in this life race Nas always told me that Death is the Cousin of Sleep That's why I stay up all night, layin' lines over beats My crew is always sayin' I can safely rest in peace If beef with Satan don't end soon, I won't make it to Heaven in one piece! [Hook - Bon Iver] I crossed the line And I'll let God decide And I wouldn't last these shows So I am headed home (Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!) [Verse 2 - Dubé] (Yeah! Yeah!) I'm bein' locked up, held captive About to explode like chemicals, reactive My brain is numb-- yes, dull to the pain Each and every day is another day going insane As I search my brain, I close my eyes I begin to watch as all the people cry Gloom like a morgue As I open the next door It closes and I'm trapped I'm lookin' horrid as my hands are clasped Alone with Despair, I'm left without a care To be eaten by my demons, chewed up, and swallowed whole Before they approach, yeah, I examine my soul I find nothing but black ashes Now my mind crashes Now my body thrashes, twisting and convulsing My eyes start bulging My skull is on fire I'm being raised ever higher Into another realm of my mind But before I go, a demon grabs me and it does it from behind! [Hook - Bon Iver] I crossed the line And I'll let God decide And I wouldn't last these shows So I am headed home (Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!) [Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies] (Cheah!) So sick, so sick--- motherfuckers, do you hear this Kanye West sample beatin' hard in yo' speakers?! Play that shit loud, nigga--- wake the neighbors This that song you spazz out to, scream "fuck them haters!" Drink that shit till it's gone and roll all that weed up We the motherfuckers 'bout to tear yo' fuckin' block up Ahh shit--- ahh shit--- you dun opened up the wrong door! (Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!) [Verse 4 - CT] The Dark Knight rises, CT's in monster mode Normally go Rogue but, now I'm in a troupe Publish or Perish! You best feel threatened Black Smith, the maker of our weapons You need acceptance to be in our presence Or end up like Joker in AC, Yeah boi, Cray-Z Do-Or-Die, A-Z I never take the mask off Evildoers, I'm your fuckin' mascot And every blue moon, I'll expode on a track Just to get Romil off my ass. (Cheah!) (Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!) [Outro - Rick Ross] Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood sucker Fat motherfucker --- now look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for example: Bitch, I'm a monster Bitch, I'm a monster Bitch, I'm a monster (Nicki Minaj sample: AGHHHHH!!!! I'm a motherfuckin' monster!!!) {Publish or Perish!}
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[Verse 1 - Dubé] We three kings? Make that six Man, Three 6 Mafia: we are the shit Yeah, you can call us the New Age New Wave This is how we do it, man: We takin' it, we seizin' the day The crown is ours! Man, the kingdom has come This is how we been doin' it, man: We've been sent from above Yeah, we the angels, the riders, the Seven Horsemen We're comin' to slaughter all y'all bitches, because this is our time... again Yeah, we doin' it! Re-run that back You heard me! One more time, this is our fuckin' track This is how we're doin' it: Murderin', pillaging, rapin' You know we're doin' this shit, and murkin' them all of the days end Yeah, till I get old, till I die, till I'm decrepit See, you know I'm doin' this shit, you couldn't even measure me This is my talent, my honor and glory Motherfucker, I ain't through yet: listen to our story Remember the day, that you remembered my name My name is D-O-O-B-A-Y, Doo-Bay That's right; you heard me! Yeah, that's how we do it: Kickin' fancy bars, fancy cars You know we doin' it all day! Motherfucker, we live So large, so large; yeah, that's how we're doin' it Livin' real BIG, real BIG; you know we never losin' it This is ours, this is the day we seizin' it, bitch This is P.o.P., motherfucker! We the kings, we rich! [Verse 2 - Kreative Tendencies] First off, let me say hi! My name is Kreative I got a beat that burns strips--- yeah, I mean "cremated" Lemme say hi to everybody on the strip Before I hop in the whip And I just drive, straight No stoppin'! Pedal to the medal I ain't stoppin' for nothin', unless it's gas or a drink Or, model-type chick sittin' on the side of the road That ain't gon' make me pay for the fuckin' pink And I ain't talkin' 'bout "pink" as gettin' in them cars I'm talkin' 'bout "pink" is me gettin' in bras And gettin' in them drawers (What?!?) Huhh? I'm sorr', I'm just tryna do my best to stay, out from them bars I, I mean, stay out from behind bars I'm just trying to do everything legit, Ma I'm just trying to do everything like my Momma says Back to the fact that this beat is Vegas strip in the Fifties Me in my zoot suit, red, no dickies Got the gators on, light glistenin' You can see it, light glistenin' Off the, Rolex, behind that crystal glass I keep tickin' like that line behind the crystal glass I keep movin', keep goin' I'm not stoppin' for nobody, I got the Pifinarina movin'! [Verse 3 - Black Smith] Black Smith here, (hah!), we ready for war Said we was honing our craft--- "what you preparing us for?" The homies asked me. I replied, "the takeover's in store They ain't ready, 'cause we 'bout to make Doomsday even more!" Fuck the world; she's a whore --- fuck the Mayans, we score 'Bout to bring the gavel down on the John Conners of lore Bust through their decorum, usher Death through the door He been tailin' me since I ain't shown remorse to the Lord But what if I do? Would that make Shame go away Nah, niggas ain't survive to tell tales the next day That's why I unload on the track, like there's no comin' back I'm unleasin' my wrath, son; what you know about dat? Gearin' up for the clash, now that I've chosen this path Robert Frost at the fork, got me rethinkin' fast Clouds are loomin' around, the darkest ones, matter fact Apocalypse strikes, yeah we the ones up to bat The microphone sage, African-American pain Still Pegasus vein, stallion forever in fame Goin' Medusa on page, died free at young age All divine-inspired reasons for you to remember my name [Verse 4 - QUAY] It's spiritual: The sermon of sixteen bars Instrumental, beat ain't it? Lyri-cism slayed it All them other rappers fainted Hot, and bothered, by the brother's silver tongue What he done? Nothin' but layin' soul on wax, tracks melt Apple cinnamon candles, handle This juggernaut grippin' knots, screamin' "Black Wall Street" to the grave Cookin' lyrics he done slaved Like a 1955 housewife Unappreciated, but related to lovin' hip hop Hold it in, fuck that! I fixed dinner, throw that! Frying pan to the head--- hell yeah, my nigga hold dat! It's forever Atlas; no need for mythology Holdin' up the state with god body Puttin' my DNA on the beat Now, how dare a rapper said he did it like me? Put them brain cells to labor for the paper Maybe later they'll realize the feats he complete Maybe when they six feet Enlightened by the heights of heaven God can give 'em the divine eyes of I Damn!... I just lied 'Cause it's QUAY: the greatness in time Blow minds, yo' mind's mine By the time you know mine's, it's past time And all these lines scream, "get 'em!" I got 'em! ... Don't go nowhere, I stop 'em! Where they at? ...I lost 'em They playin' dead--- possum Ain't no problems, 'cause I just solved 'em! [Verse 5 - Quentino] Now pay attention to the signs! The resurrection of your intersession might remain an inception Go to sleep until you hear the stomp of my feet, don't even retreat Be able to accept defeat from the Titan of Greece Or was it Rome? I wanna go home And all of a sudden I'm realizin' that most of these terms are "so long!" You stay on track, you'll run into the fact that I am the nigga That would pull on the trigger without a ticker! Part of the six kings you see But instead I come through with no envy Almost like these people end up bringin' in them entrees I'm into the club, you just hate on them dubs You hate my own swag, well y'know what? That's my town Full of them haters, well I'm not one of them 'Cause I come right through, and I'm about to lose it 'Bout to lose my mind, as always, with the crew People better not stare, Or be ready for that futuristic flare---that solar flare! Attack ya like a nuclear bomb, or atomic bomb About ready to lose it like people of drama You'll end up thinkin' of Guya You'll end up thinkin' of Mayans You'll end up thinkin' that niggas are gonna just break down But instead I end up goin' around and end up knockin' ya'll niggas down I don't really give a fuck Yeah nigga, what you down with? Not a damn thing. This is my crew, P.o.P., what it do, nigga? Straight off of that shit, niggas are wonderin' about my shit Well y'know what? Shit, I just gave up. Fuck it! I'm done with this shit, bitch! [Outro - Kreative Tendencies] Shout-out to the entire Publish or Perish crew!!!
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[Verse 1 - JOBE] Yeah... man, it's ya boi comin' to you like always... JOBE: See, I had to write 'cause this beat is chill as fuck Only second guess is, did I go kill it enough? I mean, did I go and pay GOOD Music homage? Did I go get out my dreams and do good music? Prob'm is, See, I ain't tryna be no lowkey Christo Wallace I'm tryna be splurgin' with the cash flow out my wallets Ain't gon' be no question like, "You know where the mall is?" Picture perfect bitches-- yeah, these Timbs is fuckin' flawless And y'know I ball like Kobe in the fall, bitch I like a girl with legs so I don't care if she a tall bitch Gonna call 'em all "bitch" -- I say fuck 'em all, bitch If that make me a poo-hole, then I touch 'em all, pitch! Ha, I pick 'em up in my ride I bought a Jeezy Jesus piece so I could see what it's like Get a piece of my pie, my dreams keep me alive Said I fuck on Cloud Nine to keep my head in the sky And I'm tellin' all these other rappers listen, that I'm real And I ask your girl to fuck -- simply keep it on the DL And I'm followin' some labels, hopin' that I get a deal And I'm sicker than the illest motherfucker on the real And I hope that when you listen that you'll press that fuckin' DL This style's like the Dow Jones and I'm hopin' that it downpours Appeal to Black Market? Wall Street ain't my game If fortune come with fame, I'm just tryna spread my name [Hook - Black Smith] Woopty Doo! Shawty stay caked up Woopty Doo! Just bought an Escalade truck Woopty Doo! You put some 26s on it Woopty Doo! Yo shit be looking pretty, don't it? Woopty Doo! You hit the club and make it rain Woopty Doo! You spend like 50 on the chain But every 365 bro, you get a little wiser And realize all that stupid shit bought was lame Cause it don't mean shit, when you out there on your own Cause it don't mean shit, when the Feds run in your home Cause it don't mean shit, when you can't take care of your kids Cause it don't mean shit, nigga, fuck what ya did I tell them niggas "Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo!" I tell them niggas "Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo!" [Verse 2 - Black Smith] Yeah, lend your ears to a different kind of boss Black Smith's the name, and he crafty with his bars JOBE asked me to share a couple thoughts, And I told him my flow could spare a couple different flaunts Steady is the hand that jots inside my pad And crazy is the mind that makes these rhymes add Up, up and away, I'm dancin' with the stars And nah, I'm not countin' those chauffeured inside of cars I'm talkin' 'bout solars systems, galaxies, nebulas and shit So I couldn't give a fuck about fittin' in your clique I got my own: Publish or Perish "We up in this bitch" is the motto, don't be selfish But since we aren't, I'mma let y'all off easy I'm feelin' kind of generous today, don't call me cheesy Signed the peace treaty, my pen is my diploma, see? 'Cause nothin' haters say could ever stunt my creativity If you fuckin' with me, remember the tip is razor sharp Goin' deeper than stripper dollars or a ninja dart Sailin' so safely, I built another Noah's ark Only this one carries a load I thought was once too dark Y'all niggas aren't a fourth of what I am and never will be So why you spittin' malice in my direction, actin' silly? This high, you can't match it; I'm on another level So why should I compare myself to your useless little bezels My wealth is somethin' much more; self-worth cannot be measured And I'm not one anyway for storing up empty treasures I'm bumpin' Aretha Franklin, askin' for respect, yo 'Cause only the highest art form is what will make my check glow... (Everything else is just... woopty do... Yeah, JOBE, I'm out, bruh. Thank you!)
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[Verse 1 - Malik Castro] You'd better pay attention, it's the rise of the realest Never say I'm sick 'cause, nigga, I'm the illest Ain't a doctor on the green Earth that can heal it 'Cause I been doin' this since "Home of the Killers" That was my first track, way back in '08 Attracted to the rhymes, didn't wanna hold weight With time I got live like an Alpha Probate People that was sleepin' on me now stand and ovate But it's too late, I ain't showin' any mercy Had a lot of hate to the ones who desert me And made me feel dirty like I was unworthy But I do forgive all the people that hurt me They say what doesn't kill only makes you strong And you see I'm breathin' good---not under tombstone Weed in the bong got me seein' new heights Black Smith, I advice that you catch the next flight (all right!) [Verse 2 - Black Smith] Now as I sit on the side, waitin' for the next tap I catch the shout from Malik and I throw it right back And it throws my mind back to the times in the past When ya boy would try to rhyme and flow but all these niggas laughed And Mailk would have to wear his hoodie as a fuckin' mask And I'd have to front and act like ya nigga never mad 'Cause he'd never get accepted from the jocks as bein' black But now Smith is on top...tell dem hoes to fall back And I snap over beats with that educated swag, but I keep myself grounded like an Iowa Jima flag Trill down to my roots like Questo and his band 'Cause the hate only watered this seed into a plant To all those who doubted, you can still recant I will improve each time with each line in each amp My voice is the ink in every pen and each stamp Now it's time for Black Smith to make his mark at the stand... [Hook - J. Cole] Lights please, lights please---turn off the lights For now everything just seem so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be all right... [Verse 3 - Dubé] Yeah, all alone now, sittin' by myself The shit I been through--- man, it's been pilin' up Dealt what I've dealt and I still don't know I feel myself drownin' now, goin' down real slow Before I go I see myself standin' in the mirror Ten years later: picture seems to differ Got a baby, man---she 1 years old She like my little cub, man---crawlin' all on the floor I'm sittin next to her---won't ever let her go Then my wife comes into the picture She fine as hell! I can't believe I'm with her She leans over, puts her head by my ear And she says with a whisper, "Honey, I got a sitter!" Fast forward now: we out on the town Can't believe what I'm seein'---I wish that this was NOW I look away from the mirror and find myself on the ground This is what I be missin' if I was down and out Close my eyes; try to fight back the tears This is what I've been searchin fo' for so many years But now all I hear is the same sound buzzin in my ear Drownin' me out, drownin' me out of the thoughts that make me "me", Let's not make disbelief, let's make reality... Lights please! [Hook - J. Cole] Lights please, lights please---turn off the lights For now everything just seem so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be all right...
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[Intro - Dubé] Uh! Yeah, you already know I'm comin' back atcha {Imitates Record Scratching} You know I'm gonna gat that I do this shit, in the rain or the snow You know I'm a lyrical master, you just a bastard Tryna get at this shit, out my ass turd You know I'm the shit---y'know, no seein' I am a blind man walkin' with all my feelin's I'm gon' give it to ya: all the lyrical shit Bring that back so I can go and make a hit...! [Verse 1 - Kreative Tendencies] I guess this is stupid, dumb Kreative Nigga on steroids about to Hulk the beat, bitch: SMASH! Mr. Can't Even Talk To Ya Unless It's About Cash Mr. Speed By In The Red Lambo---Flash! You get it? I do this punchline shit easy But ain't nothin' easy 'bout me, nigga, please believe me I'm after dead presidents Give a fuck who you say better than! Show me stacks, nigga! Who better then?? Got as much money as the group from Ocean's Eleven Lucky Number Five, keep my flow on mean Do the math, motherfucker! I'm know for spittin' mean sixteens Been doin' it since I was twelve---got a lil' better, hit the age of thirteen I really started thinkin' 'bout this rap shit at fourteen, and at fifteen I saw a need in my own flow and started new assured, and at sixteen I can say... (Cheah!!!) [Hook - The Notorious B.I.G.] Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable Ask your friends, who's the illest [Verse 2 - Quay] Yeah, uh! (OK!) Who dare challenge mine? The very sickest style of rhyme My lyrics got the Asante gold touch, so what's up On the studs or draw I can call your bluff, or what- Ever you call it, your boi past all it! Past ill, past terminal, spittin' testicular, cervical cancer To anybody that question...I got the answer With the venemous, yet serious, flow that blows minds Old Spice; yes, nice; MasterCard priceless So why ask who the nicest? I'm the doctor to these undergrads The father of the son who thought he was dad Ugh, disgustin'! To anyone who think they discussin' That someone flyin' over my plain I'll 9/11 that brain! To anybody who think they can cross that line over I'll put you on line--- haze ya! Done; over!! [Hook - The Notorious B.I.G.] Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable Ask your friends, who's the illest [Verse 3 - Black Smith] Quay and Kreative killed it, now all eyez on the Black Smith Approach me with caution, or you end up on my deathlist Craniums will overload from the power of verbal MAC 10s Publish or Perish, all other crews should feel threatened Tommy guns to Tommy Oliver--- stole Kim from him Like Em did on Track Sixteen on his LP--- Sixteen on the beat, sixteen ain't a feat Sixteen, I fell in love and locked my lips around H.E.R. teat Newborn Wu-Tang babe, cash rules everything I see Ironic how these preachers claim the left of poverty Meanwhile all I see inside The Streets' eyes are green It's cool, though; Game ain't immune to the sickness of my sneeze! P.o.P gon' blow out the backs of all these bees The sting of death don't scare me, "Tales of Crypt" is all my steez The thief's fiend gotta scholar, type of life that I lead Yeah I only got half a bar--- Big, come back and take the mic please! [Hook - The Notorious B.I.G.] Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable Ask your friends, who's the illest [Verse 4 - Dubé] Uh. Yeah! Comin' at your door, bangin' for them treats Like Halloween, I'm a monster, bitch: open, please! I'm gonna getcha! You never seen me before Covered by the blindfold, you know I'mma go hard Than you ever seen. Man, I'm an evergreen Blazin' up like a KKK meeting---... Ohhh daaamn, did he just say what I think he said? Yeah, bitch, best go on your knees and give me head! Before I go down, you know I'm gonna be rollin' Six feet deep, boy, you best not be strollin' My way, this is the highway, and you gon' be on it Now I'm gonna be doin' this shit like a Maybach Don, and I'm off to the races, I'm gonna be reborn When I die like a Phoenix comin' up out of the soil Yeah, that's how I do it: lyrical master Like I said, before, bitch: You just a bastard! [Outro - The Notorious B.I.G.] Get your writing crew, get your writing crew And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass every time Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable Ask your friends, who's the illest
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[Verse 1 - Quentino] My life is full of situations in the life I'm livin' But I guess I'm hopin' that I'll be able to find salvation Probably not in this world, because it's full of material things That I'm seein' in life's narration I end up wonderin', Will I ever see another day? Nothin' every promises tomorrow, from what they be tellin' Then again, that's what they say Even my mama had told me that she ain't gonna be here forever Yet it still brings tears to my face And I'm just wonderin' if God will ever take me to the gates Of Heaven, but yet I can't even be able to understand What's this world gotta do me with me up in its plan? Can I be an angel, at least for once? Instead of livin' in this life full of chaos Where I end up dealin' with a bunch of demons goin' deep into my head But yet I'm hopin' God that I can follow your lead instead! [Hook - Joe Budden] I don't need the money (money), I don't need the fame (fame) I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain (pain) I don't need the clubs (uh), I don't need the cars None of that really matters to me (whoa) I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain (nope) I don't want the highs, enough shit on the brain I don't want whatever's gonna help me be sane I just wanna follow your lead [Verse 2 - Quentino] Wonderin' about the life that I've been livin'---yeah, it's full of chaos Because niggas is Bloods and Crips and Hoovers But I guess that's just my life and the end means of situations Man, I'm just prayin' for all of my family members, I'm prayin' For my kinfolks that are involved in all of that Prayin' for everybody that ends up bein' in that But I guess that's just my life, livin' in these same times Nowadays I'm wonderin', why am I still alive? I shouldn't even question God, 'cause he is the main person That has always ended up givin' me answers and gave me blessings But I guess that when it came to every other lesson That I done failed, I end up wonderin' Am I really payin' attention, Or am I thinkin' of fishin'? But yet, y'know what, man? I'm just fishin' off deep in the sea, dodgin' all the sharks, But yet I'm still hopin' that I can stop and get away from the black ink of the darkness, ya know? [Hook - Joe Budden] I don't need the money (money), I don't need the fame (fame) I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain (pain) I don't need the clubs (uh), I don't need the cars None of that really matters to me (whoa) I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain (nope) I don't want the highs, enough shit on the brain I don't want whatever's gonna help me be sane I just wanna follow your lead [Verse 3 - Black Smith] You sayin' follow my lead, follow---follow my lead Pen in my hand, your word strapped to my knee That gift that you gave me was the freest therapy Now the phrases I coin are the freest currensy Sanity, once a tempest, now the cleanest vision possible Temper's evened out--- oddly enough my biggest obstacle Was my own mindset, yeah; my own sword of Damocles Threatenin' to slice the cells beneath my own damn follicles The stones life cast at me, the roads I stumbled on Bumpy that they be, made one hell of a rumble zone I wrestled with my demons, body-slammed all their tag-alongs Cleaned the big picture, edited my very own travelogue The strength to carry on---yeah, I got that from you Experience the hardest teacher, but it's shapin' my view On the way toward the top, grass ain't the greenest hue But I know I won't stay blue as long as I keep on searchin' for the truth [Hook - Joe Budden] I don't need the money (money), I don't need the fame (fame) I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain (pain) I don't need the clubs (uh), I don't need the cars None of that really matters to me (whoa) I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain (nope) I don't want the highs, enough shit on the brain I don't want whatever's gonna help me be sane I just wanna follow your lead [Outro - Quentino] They say I've been lookin' for the King of Kings I can't help but look for him because of this world It's full of salvationlessness (I guess) and a late feder' rate (just) Nowadays I'm wonderin' about people of Matrix I'm too busy bein' all in a fantasy world Too busy thinkin' about the "main one" kind of girl But what's the difference of everything? I don't need even need immaterial things I don't need...
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[Verse 1 - Quay] The inferior wishin' they were equal This be your "roll credits", no sequel Let the slaughter spread amongst the people Your insecurity speaks, I can hear D'evils Who the fuck's this nigga? He think he can rhyme Oh, he think he got bars? Oh, he think he can shine? Oh, he think he the best cause of a few lines Let's see if he can even rap just one time... Let 'em know that Quay is Oklahoma's new smoke My lyrics be ass crack smuggling coke Dope shit don't fuck wit it tho Droppin heaven on ears, this just God's promo Got me cussin'... Lord knows I'm saved I'm Oklahoma's greatest... Lord knows I've slaved Not for the, dough, whips or the chains But to ride down to Hell, commandeer devil's flame Outchea channelin the spirit of Trayvon from the grave Every rapper and artist face Revege Reckonin' Day But look at me wrong, it'll be your Zimmerman day Bring your best verse you settle in I come thru, bring a seven in Then rest in, peace to the beat Goddamn, hallelujah...the beat just saw Heaven My God! How many ways can I articulate? I'll say it one last time for the ones that's hella late I'm skilled. I'm ill. I'll kill if you in the way Till they commemorate me, where the fuck's my holiday? Me and P.o.P. are the only hope for the OK Either get behind or get lined up--- no clippers tho' Still lookin' at me and act like you don't know? My rhymes jump yours comin' from that short bus painted yellow Flow so right a Klan member bet on me Lyrics so wet make lesbians check on me Like the old Steelers: no rapper ever get a pass Now excuse me, while I take my foot out the track's ass (Who the fuck's this nigga?) Shut your ass up 'Fore I get juvenile and back your ass up! Straight for the gut Square kick in the nuts Now who else want it wit us? ... Thought I was done? Nah, this torture for fun Hurl a MC; middle solar system turned you to a son What, that's too drastic? I'm the type that flick a quarter inna traffic And yell for the next rapper to catch it... Hahaha! Yeah... Quaynor! [Verse 2 - Quentino] (...and these niggas end up thinkin' that they ready for a real mothafucka! Though these niggas end up thinkin' that they ready for a real mothafucka... Y'all ain't ready for shit! I'm the livin' truth, mothafucka!) Young boy better get it, When it came to everything, I admit it But instead I just admitted that I end up coming in And end up making sure he felt it 'Cause everything I dealt been dealt with But I'm just sick and tired of hearing all of these lies on the same track That they end up putting me in, You niggas thinkin' you the shit All of a sudden claiming you was this and you was that Nigga, you wasn't even this or that! Shut the fuck up for once But I'm so sick and tired of your ass I decided to end up putting this shit on the fucking track When a nigga be going there and I end up adapting that But instead I can't take it, like a motherfucker made it You end up thinking you got that reputation Almost like niggas be United Nations Who is they to end up thinkin' That your rhymes are really killer? But instead you end up thinking that niggas be able to end up killing this shit When a motherfucker don't go all about it And say that oh yeah I'm ready I end up shedding these niggas like it ain't nothing at all Put that anchor upon that ball But instead I wanna be ballin' like a motherfucking basketball player But instead these niggas are a bunch of haters So with that I end up going like Darth Vader Straight up off that but I'm not evil You motherfuckers end up hearing of people But instead I be going like trio Almost like I got my Heat though, but instead I be looking like kilo Almost like them niggas compete though, but instead like me though But instead I be hitting that meter, Straight up off of that 9mm, Going off on them niggas that think that they be going off And then they thinking that I won't be bringing it to y'all But instead these niggas be thinking that they be ready for everything that I got Well you know what you niggas be thinking about the the way that I just rock pop lock drop Niggas, upon that rock, bah! Niggas be on that rock, tah! Almost like I'm top, line Who is they to rock lines? Always that nigga that be ready for everything Almost a bunch of them hearing about a part of my personification I don't really care: shred you into nothing but gray matter But instead you niggas be thinking of shattering glass Almost like the past did the blast from the past Or the rash from the gash, Y'all niggas end up kissing ass like y'all was kissing my lap! I'm the living truth MOTHERFUCKA!!! [Verse 3 - Black Smith] (Blaowck!!!) Microphone control like the square root of Eazy-E Cast the stones upfront 'cause the truth is hard to see Through the lens of a gen on heroin and PCP Though my lines less blurred, yo' vision still checkered, b Ain't no pawns on my team, we go by P.O.P. Fifth king on my side, loyalty's tremendously Ferrari Populairie, and his creative tendency Plus QUAY with his quill, capitalize the royalty Got Doo-Bay on the boards, scratchin' vinyls for the beat And my nigga CT tryna repaint the Sistine Now here we all are tryna rock the sixteen And that's the type of revenge that never tasted so sweet 'Cause they told a nigga once he not cut out for this shit Then I dropped S.O.D., now sheeple flock toward my shit I'd drop GALAXY now, but I'm too fly for that shit But best believe when I do, y'all turn to flies (cuh) I'm the shit! My word carry weight, so know the track has been ripped Turn the music up now and spark your lighters at 10 Mortar board been throwed since "Dark Fantasy" spins Nightmare come to life, thank Dion for the flip! Coolest kid from a city, that lost its head WAY back Took a look at the list, crime rites have made my place mAAd Reviewed the stats, violence outweighs our playback Still I hope these folks wake up the fire that the state has! Prophet not accepted in the town where he was raised at? The past repeats itself, but the present's where yo' pain's at My boot will always win against these packs of red and blue ants Try'n' extinguish all the flames I'm 'bout to set off through my rants Pour the liquor on you hoes, scatch a light, and throw the match I'm ignorin' all your screams--- third degrees are ya new tats! Yeah... What's in store is a concoction of bars and cars Mixed with pain, anime and some divine spark Make no mistake, my nigga, we out creatin' art Just hope your house is in order 'cause I hate playin' cards And if you down to ride, we shootin' for the stars Strictly by faith that we made it this far...
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[Hook - Ellie Goulding & Wu-Tang] Ohhhhhh... oooo-wah... ooooo-whyyyyyy, oooooo-yeahhhhhhh (Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all) [Verse 1 - Quentino] Cash rules everything around me, just like the woman's genitals Only difference is, this the lyrical vehicle Everybody ends up goin' on' 'bout how the way I'm hypnotized By this other girl: yeah, she fine, and you know why But I don't even mean to be able to talk about it But yet she always ends up makin' me go all about it But everytime I be wantin' to try and spit a verse I can't help but think of her and her sweet lips Her sweet kisses, everything, everyday I think about it But everytime I'm wanderin', I be wonderin' 'bout it And everytime that I be thinkin' 'bout it, I can't help But probably freak out, and shout out, and everythang... I swear, man, I'm goin' crazy Ever since, babe, I think about it, like daily Sex, oh I'm so glad I sent that text But everything that I thought about: makin' love To a woman, and let her know that she's a queen Instead of treatin' her like people upon the pawns She will be a queen, while I am a king 5th King, ever representin' his queen! [Hook - Ellie Goulding] [Verse 2 - Black Smith] This her beat -- I'm sorry But her eyes are so starry Can you blame me? I just had to try Not above it all, but I'm kinda fly And my hustle's like a Cooper, bae: I'm kinda sly How we go from you teachin' me how to strum guitar To pickin'cherry trees together in Polydor Park Heh, the Pepper to my Tony Stark You know it's real when they marvel at our paramour I figured out long ago the joy is in your arms This portrait I paint of you, the colors of my heart Let this flame that ignited be an endless spark Ironic neither of us could never really stand the dark A face that always glimmers, the smile never fades Silk hair, salt skin, how I love the taste A body so fit, a voice that's so gold Long as our souls stay young, we'll never grow old [Hook - Wu-Tang & Timbaland] (Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all) [Verse 3 - Black Smith] Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake! Fresh out the shower, I gotta pound cake Whet my appetite, I turn Anna Mae Fell into the lake together, stripped to the waist You said anything could happen, and it surely did The biggest mistake never made: I should give you kids I know it worried you how players never wanna hitch But it's a whole new world: you are now my rib Your love and your time, bae, is all I need For a lifetime worthwhile; let me plant the seed Only you the one for me, bae: my humble creed What else can I do for you, 'cept give a bended knee? Cherish, treasure, respect, protect, and serve I'm down for that cause, bae: you struck a nerve Tears weld up, you know love is best a verb I reply, "I know you care, you ain't gotta say a word..."
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[Hook - Trey Songz] I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Verse 1 - Drake] Aw yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel ya They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothing realer Just enough to solve your problems, too much'll kill ya And when I leave I always come right back here The young spitter that everybody in rap fear A lot of ya'll are still sounding like last year The game need change and I'm the motherfuckin' cashier Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head Take my verses too serious, you'll hate me Cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture, no HD Yeah, I want it all, that's why I strive for it Diss me, you'll never hear a reply for it Any award show or party, I get fly for it I know that it's coming, I just hope that I'm alive for it [Hook - Trey Songz] I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Verse 2 - Dubé] Yeah! I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Man, I hope---I just hope it's not too stressful Revel, bask in the glory I wanna be the next big thing and tell my story Except whips and chains don't mean nothin' All I need is to be with my girl who loves me This is my time: be right, live exceptionally This is my interpretation of livin' successfully Count my blessings every night, Man, I hold my baby extra tight Throughout life, she's the one who always treats me right Destiny is what I'm gonna do Successfully is my how-to Failed at a lot, but got so much potential This is a comeback: I'm just tryn'a be successful And all I have to say is... [Hook - Trey Songz] I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Interlude - Publish or Perish] DUBE: I do believe I've finished. BLACK SMITH: Yeah! Good job. DUBE: Hopefully! KREATIVE TENDENCIES: This is another edition of Austin not giving a **fuck** about shit! Why? Because I'm a pre-med student. A microbiology pre-med student, and I'm stressed all the goddamn time, and this is the only way I can get the stress out! And don't say start smoking, 'cause I've already tried that. It don't help. BLACK SMITH: Hahaha, it does not! KREATIVE TENDENCIES: 'Cause it just stresses me out more when I come down from the high because then I be lookin' out for somethin' to eat and ain't shit to eat!!! DUBE: "And then I get more pissed off!" KREATIVE TENDENCIES: And if you've never seen me, I'm a big dude... I gotta eat!!! [Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies] Cheah! Iced out wrist, yeah model-type chick Fast car, shopping sprees, nigga; out of country check Got Vuitton on my belt, Kenneth Cole on my feet Is this really what success supposed to be? I mean, I mean, I want the (Money...) Biiiiiiiiiiitch! (Cars...Clothes...) Biiiiiiiiiiitch! (The hoes...) I suppose To make me more, then is this really what I need? I suppose if this what I need, I gotta get it I wanna be successful! (Successful...successful...) [Hook - Trey Songz] I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Bridge - Dubé] Yeah! I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Man, I hope---I just hope it's not too stressful... [Verse 4 - Black Smith] Yeah, I want the clothes, cars, cash and the hoes And I bet I'll get it all off the backs of my flows Hate can't douse my fire, not even with a hose But that blouse I see that devil in is definitely hittin' close To the home that holds my heart---it's throwin' me off guard This threat to my security could tear my life apart A part of me comfy, the other side is dark Got me questioning my loyalties 'fore I even make my start See, what's relative to royalty is never under feet But what's relevant to honesty is always my defeat Now it's got me wonderin' whether not I belong up on this beat 'Cause all these raps about rims got me more tired than the street So I spill my heart and soul on top of instruments instead And tell Fatigue "fuck off" as I attempt to stay ahead 'Cause brain will draw the ear even at the expense of rest And my pen and pad connection are my own ingredients to bread I want it all!... [Outro - Trey Songz] I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
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[Hook - Christina Aguilera] Everyone thinks that I have it all But it's so empty living behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble if I should fall Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls There's no one here at all, behind these castle walls [Verse 1 - Quentino] Even though I'm not famous I'm still here Behind Castle Walls and I feel like I will fall Within the dungeon because I can never just be seen By other people who believe or have disbelief Fuck the fame, I don't want it. Just give me at least one mil. So that way I can fill up the empty stomach of those that are hungry And that starve and give the money up to charity So I can call my cousin Charity and be able to give a donation To my nation we suffering So many of us in jail; free my Uncle Tony Him being in jail is bologna Fuck a tsunami, I want to eat up some soup Still so broke and yet the poor keep on growing Who needs to be behind castle walls? Fame ain't shit to me! [Hook - Christina Aguilera] Everyone thinks that I have it all But it's so empty living behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble if I should fall Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls There's no one here at all, behind these castle walls [Verse 2 - Black Smith] The castle's gotten smaller, the circle got wider The view from here still the same, so spacious and so vital My life been laid out 'fore my eyes like sheets at a recital But I lack the drive to compose the soul, feed my own revival The shadow lurking over me, killin' every vibe, ho Wonder what would happen if I tore a page out every Bible And rammed the paper down the barrel of my 18th century rifle Took that barrel to my chin, pulled the trigger like a sniper Would I leave behind my troubles, or leave behind the rubble Of a broken man who ran the race and ma-managed every stumble Guess it begs the question: Does the world revolve around my struggle Or would my death here be the needlepoint to other people's bubbles? Truthfully I know the answer long before I posed the problem The meaning in my life is in how my absence will have robbed 'em Of a brother who can change this empty space into volumes Of work and art and signs; pay attention 'fore you've lost him! [Hook - Christina Aguilera] Everyone thinks that I have it all But it's so empty living behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble if I should fall Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls There's no one here at all, behind these castle walls [Bridge - Christina Aguilera] Nobody knows I'm all alone Living in this castle made of stone They say that money is freedom, but I feel trapped inside it all And while I sit so high up on a throne I wonder how I can feel this low On top of the world it's beautiful But there's no place to fall... [Outro - Christina Aguilera] Everyone thinks that I have it all But it's so empty living behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble if I should fall Would any one hear me screaming behind these castle walls There's no one here at all, behind these castle walls.
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A prequel to OUT OF SEASON, this "Featured Presentation" mixtape compiles nearly all of Black Smith's featured verses from 2011 through 2014 into one cohesive whole.

"Particular gratitude goes out to all the members of my collective Publish or Perish. Much love to Grant Dube, Austin Dobbins, Quentin Roberts, Jason Quaynor, and Tyler Sutherland; all of whom saw fit at one point or another to not only join me in this journey towards greatness but also to let me play such a pivotal role in each of their releases. I appreciate my brethren more than they will ever know."
-- Jessie C. Smith (@LongGoneJess)

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released April 13, 2014

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Tracks 1 and 7 are culled from "The First Meditation" by Publish or Perish.

Tracks 2, 10, 11, and 15 are culled from the "Animus Vox EP" by Dubé.

Tracks 3, 6, and 12 are culled from "Scorpio: Vol. 1" by Quentino, and are also available on the "Sideline Story" EP by the same artist.

Track 4 is culled from "Sorry 4 The Wait" by Kreative Tendencies.

Track 5 is culled from The Lasers Collective.

Track 8 and 16 are culled from "Scorpio, Vol. 2: Signs of the Times" by Quentino.

Track 9 is culled from "#ThrowbackThursday" by JOBE.

Track 13 is culled from the "Rehearsal" EP by Quay.

Track 14 is culled from "Scorpio, Vol. 3: Two Minds, One Heart" by Quentino.

Track 17 is culled from "The Showcase: Vol. 1" by The Creative Showcase.

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