Freddie Foxxx lyrics
Freddie Foxxx lyrics
"Industry Shakedown Lyrics"
Starting Again Lyrics
Music: Barry Manilow Lyrics: Marty Panzer -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And it started again And I meant every word And I liked what I said And I liked what I heard And I started to think I could think about starting again We were laughing again Over memories and wine And the years in between Didn't seem a long time When I smiled she knew why In a while it was starting again And I started to think I could feel again All the bad times seemed unreal When I looked in her eyes The cheating, the lies, The things that were wrong seemed far behind And I started to think I could care again And my fears all disappeared When she called me by name I knew that
Music: Barry Manilow Lyrics: Marty Panzer -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And it started again And I meant every word And I liked what I said And I liked what I heard And I started to think I could think about starting again We were laughing again Over memories and wine And the years in between Didn't seem a long time When I smiled she knew why In a while it was starting again And I started to think I could feel again All the bad times seemed unreal When I looked in her eyes The cheating, the lies, The things that were wrong seemed far behind And I started to think I could care again And my fears all disappeared When she called me by name I knew that
Yeah
"industry shakedown"
I call this one
The industry shakedown
Word up
Uh huh
"industry shakedown"
Now the reason I call it... the industry shakedown
Is cuz alot of niggas have fucked up
"word up, industry shakedown"
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They dont wanna see the game played right
"word up, word up"
So me and my nigga pete rock
Gon show yall how to play the game right
"get ready for the industry shakedown"
"word up, word up"
Word up, word up"
[verse 1]
Uh, uh
I cant stop rockin I was born to keep it hot
Fought through miles of pain just to get what I got
Without crying, took mad shots without dying
Man they know when Im in town mad heads start flyin
Who ever thought that I would be dealt the hand
That would make me the most feared lyrical man
Ask tone how it feel not to be able to sleep
I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat
I kept the pressure on him, now, Im universal
Now he played this money game called hand, reversal
I remember when I thought that I could rock at def jam
While I was watching other niggas caught up in a def scam
I remember when I stepped to lyor, I shouldve blown him
Cuz that cracker been a crook, ever since I first known him
Thought Id sale to atlantic
Musica Es Lyrics
Msica es mirar hacia lo lejos, dentro de ti mismo, la luz es un reflejo, al fondo del abismo es la inmensidad del cielo azul, es, tal vez, mi pensamiento, mi inquietud sin darme cuenta s que todo en torno a m, a m Msica es la danza regular de tu pecho respirando junto a m, la fiesta de tus ojos siempre que me miras, t, y tu alegria cuando res, t, tan slo t, y la armona con que te mueves te escuchar por ser tan slo para m, por m msica es, msica es, msica es, msica es, msica es Msica es, msica es, msica es, msica es escucho ahora el rudo de la calle donde he nacido, mi madre cuntas veces me ha convencido, pero es ms fuerte el grito de mi libertad y bajo el cielo el sol haciendo un guio har que se acaloren
Msica es mirar hacia lo lejos, dentro de ti mismo, la luz es un reflejo, al fondo del abismo es la inmensidad del cielo azul, es, tal vez, mi pensamiento, mi inquietud sin darme cuenta s que todo en torno a m, a m Msica es la danza regular de tu pecho respirando junto a m, la fiesta de tus ojos siempre que me miras, t, y tu alegria cuando res, t, tan slo t, y la armona con que te mueves te escuchar por ser tan slo para m, por m msica es, msica es, msica es, msica es, msica es Msica es, msica es, msica es, msica es escucho ahora el rudo de la calle donde he nacido, mi madre cuntas veces me ha convencido, pero es ms fuerte el grito de mi libertad y bajo el cielo el sol haciendo un guio har que se acaloren
But theres niggas workin for em thatll sink the whole label
Like the fucking titanic
What I gotta do is run some dick up in sylvia rhone
So she can hear bumpy rockin on this microphone
Maybe I can elektra - fy her brain
Show her how I take love and turn it to pain
I never been an ass kisser
I call it if its right, if rappers aint gay or dikes
Then they unpluggin your mic
My shit is cordless, Im thugged out and wild as shit
And Im comin for my crown, its bumpy knuckles baby
And its... [scratches]
The industry shakedown
"word up, word up"
Ha!
"word up, word up"
"ready for the industry shakedown"
Yeah!
"word up, word up"
"industry shakedown"
"word up, word up"
Thats right nigga
Me and my nigga pete rock gon show you motherfuckers how to shake it down
You ready for this one? check it out
[verse 2]
When I spit hot potato, I was peepin tommy boy
But didnt wanna be the the next act that they would destroy
See labels be all on your dick, when they see you have some paper
But I flip the game, cuz I pull the capers
Got way more nut, than date rapers
You better be tryin to get yourself an office
Way on top of that skyscraper
I bring the ruckus, your money lookin proper
Have you ever been stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper
Balcony Lyrics
--- Heave lads, an audience awaits Heave lads, the final scene is set (Spotlights protect me) Heave lads, curtains clear the debt Waiting in empty halls Smiling between the walls This is my finest hour Now is your last encore Sweat boys, the lines are flowing fast Sweat boys, the cue has come at last (Laughter protects me) Sweat boys, tonight is just the past Listen the bullet calls Herald a great man's fall This is my finest hour Now is your last encore
--- Heave lads, an audience awaits Heave lads, the final scene is set (Spotlights protect me) Heave lads, curtains clear the debt Waiting in empty halls Smiling between the walls This is my finest hour Now is your last encore Sweat boys, the lines are flowing fast Sweat boys, the cue has come at last (Laughter protects me) Sweat boys, tonight is just the past Listen the bullet calls Herald a great man's fall This is my finest hour Now is your last encore
Forgot ya signed to cappa, a real donnie brasco
A nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole
Speakin of police, I found a interscope
And when I looked through the hole what I saw was dope
I saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big desk
Wit a big head and a big chest
And a big belly, talkin on a celly
Hatin real players, cuttin niggas throats
Like he was tryin to be the mayor
Then some niggas rushed in, punched him in his mouth
Threw him down on the floor and started stompin him out
Screamin fuck steve stoute, serve street justice
Cryin on the floor wit your lip all busted
You went out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got
Cuz wit all that money nigga, you still cant buy a heart
Only gangstas play the part
Im still around, to bring you, the industry shakedown
Ha!
"word up, word up"
To the pete rock, and you dont stop
To the pete rock, and you dont stop
My nigga pete rock, and you dont stop
[verse 3]
I never felt like I should have to hold back anything I say
So I make the kinda records red alert dont play
Because I flow too hard, my voice is penetratin
Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, Im used to hatin
Thats why Im hockey on you niggas, stickin and skatin
I heard about the blaze battle, they asked me to be in it
But to not consider me one of the 50 great
So I reviewed my tapes, figured
You Smell Lyrics
Sunday morning, headache's healed Strapped into our chesterfield Caught our breath off the TV's chill Cat is dead on the window sill Brain is functioning cold as night This god-damned day is out of sight So much time to waste away Too much time, for just one day But still I caught a chill from skinny walking I'm caught off guard that you're still gorgeous when you smell. Hop the road to go and rent a flick First time out kind of makes me sick Today's breakfast won't take us far Three cups of coffee and a candy bar Despite the fact we're going to fight today We'll scratch and win until our love's okay Screw on the couch and scream at the sun And maybe Monday morning won't ever come And I'll never feel this home again The world outside gives u
my positionSunday morning, headache's healed Strapped into our chesterfield Caught our breath off the TV's chill Cat is dead on the window sill Brain is functioning cold as night This god-damned day is out of sight So much time to waste away Too much time, for just one day But still I caught a chill from skinny walking I'm caught off guard that you're still gorgeous when you smell. Hop the road to go and rent a flick First time out kind of makes me sick Today's breakfast won't take us far Three cups of coffee and a candy bar Despite the fact we're going to fight today We'll scratch and win until our love's okay Screw on the couch and scream at the sun And maybe Monday morning won't ever come And I'll never feel this home again The world outside gives u
Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said listen
I sell less records than some niggas out wit a deal
Gettin more cash and all my diamonds is real
And you want me to battle for a rolie, that ima take anyway
Better leave me the fuck alone bumpy knucks dont play
It made me laugh when I think about how gary harris
Tried to play me than got fired and all fuckin embarrassed
Fly shit is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a club
Reached to shake my fuckin hand and, brought back a nub
All them temporary spots will be filled time again
You can hate me now but I will rhyme again
Fall down climb again, more wild, more corrupt
Still spittin more shit, more fire, more abrupt
And Ill never put my two guns down
Whys that
Cuz I need em... for the industry shakedown
"word up, word up"
Cmon!
"word up, word up"
Yeah!
"industry shakedown"
Thats right
Thats what the fuck I call, a industry shakedown
"word up, word up"
And its a lotta motherfuckers out there that I didnt name in this
Motherfucking song but I tell you this much
"get ready for the industry shakedown"
Dont think I forgot motherfuckers, cuz I reserve my options
Its bumpy knuckles baby, ha
"word up, word up"
And the chocolate boy wonder
I show you niggas a fast way, to six feet