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Brass Knuckle Shit

[Verse 1]
Some say that I'm trash and have the nerve to say my shit is garbage
All this pain, no mind, and blow me off like a Nintendo cartridge
Honestly there's others who've been down since when I started
And stay loyal even when I let them down and was retarded
Only known I'm stayin' solid, Agent Orange, Sunkist
Cuckold, said fuck, blow
I wanna bump this
That's what's up, grab your cup
Show respect and raise your glass
I'm gonna slap that motherfuckin' shit outta your hand just to make a splash
Take the cash, steal your bitch
Only spit the realest shit
Serious, y'all motherfuckers got no clue who you dealin' with
Lyrics sick when I drop
But bye Z, my team shine on the streets
High beams, get on that stage and die
While y'all just plagiarize
I keep it hard but y'all are soft
B-B-Baby thighs
Look in the haters' eyes and see the rage inside
To see a Scumbag Superstar that's on the rise!
 
[Chorus]
Bang your head to this fuckin' brass knuckle shit
Show them haters they don't know who they're fuckin' with
Get in the pitch, stomp kick, start punchin' shit
You know what it is, this fuckin' brass knuckle shit
 
In the club, gettin' drunk, yeah we're lit up
People run and they throw fucking shit up
Freak, stole, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a fuck, we had it with that brass knuckle shit!
 
[Verse 2 - Lens]
Okay, well I am Lens, hello
It's nice to meet ya
I brought my brass knuckles to this Q Strange feature
I'm a creature that'll beat ya, eat ya like a slice of pizza
Chasin' tangles like a reefer, I am aether in this sneaker
Runnin' back, no I am people, I mean pepper but whatever
Like the devil get a fever and they say that I'm on fire
But I swear I'm off the meter, you can tell her suck my dick
Make her choke on my urethra cuz' the way she pickin' pickle peppers
Thought her name was Peter, become the leader of my genre
Well, as if had one, you know I couldn't give a fuck
Even if I had one, the game is full of Frito Lays
So I'm tryna bag some
Beat you 'till you out of breath as if you had a bad lung
Stomp you, kick you, puncture, fuck you, pullin' out your damn tongue
I swear that I am shammed, son
You can get your ass kicked
I will put you in your mouth
I'm handing out that bread, shit
You know we 'bout to crash it
 
[Chorus]
Bang your head to this fuckin' brass knuckle shit
Show them haters they don't know who they're fuckin' with
Get in the pitch, stomp kick, start punchin' shit
You know what it is, this fuckin' brass knuckle shit
 
In the club, gettin' drunk, yeah we're lit up
People run and they throw fucking shit up
Freak, stole, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a fuck, we had it with that brass knuckle shit!
 
[Verse 3]
Takin' a break from the game, but hey, I know they say that Lens' pathetic
Banging at you, hatin' the way as if you was an interaction
Here's the record, 'bout to set it off
I'm on a winnin' streak
You look like a dummy, like a chubby kid in skinny jeans
Anybody wanna stand up to the kid
When I'm up in the building
Speak your peace
...
That's what I thought, now take your seats!
Hit hard, making craters like an asteroid rock
Now the game is seeing more fuckin' change than a coin slot
All the weight I need to motivate myself, but no I ain't
Notice I'm the dopest, only hopeless, cuz' I've thrown away
Every hope and dream and goal I had in life and so I pray
God just let me make it in this game before I'm on a grave
I treat my dreams like hoes, I only sleep with them
Now I've gotta go and make 'em work for me
And so I'm standin' pimpin'
Call me a rap behemoth, seepin' from beneath the streets
And let me see you people throw it up as if you was bulimic
 
[Chorus]
Bang your head to this fuckin' brass knuckle shit
Show them haters they don't know who they're fuckin' with
Get in the pitch, stomp kick, start punchin' shit
You know what it is, this fuckin' brass knuckle shit
 
In the club, gettin' drunk, yeah we're lit up
People run and they throw fucking shit up
Freak, stole, fight, fuck, kick, stomp, hit, punch
We don't give a fuck, we had it with that brass knuckle shit!
 

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Good Man

[Intro: Pusha T & DJ Khaled]
Yeah
We the Best Music!
DJ Khaled!
 
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Please, Khaled, don't pair me or compare me
Unless the said party is a rare breed
The stories I hear, they tend to mirror me
At this point now, rap is only therapy
President Push, I'm more Eric B
I ain't no joke, check out my melody
Felony, felony, felony, that's all they selling me
But two million in large bills is billing me
I was on the wrong side of the law
Like Pac was on the wrong side of the car
Like B.I.G. at the Soul Train Awards
The moral is all greats been driven
G-Wagons are bulletproof
The ones before me got snatched like bullet tooth
Tony nigga, only one left from the drug era
The jewelry weighs more in the drug mirror
 
[Interlude: Pusha T]
Yeah, what you see when you look in the mirror, nigga? Haha
Yeah, I know who the fuck I am
 
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Yuugh, tell me how you fit in
Was you a street nigga when Nas said It's Written
When Reasonable Doubt dropped, how was you living?
I was leading up the grinding in my kitchen
Getting work from Detroit like a piston
We was on a mission, stuff it in a Michelin
I could spend a year reminiscing
The length of your career, reminiscing
We can't occupy the same space
We ain't even running the same race
When it come to these bitches, it ain't the same chase
Moynat versus lean, we ain't the same taste
Therefore, it's no comparison
To be mentioned with you niggas is embarrassing
I am one Joe blow, you know my narrative
Clear your sinus like Claritin
Push
 
[Interlude: Jadakiss]
When you look in the mirror, what do you see, nigga?
'Cause I know when I look in the mirror, I know what I see
You peasants don't deserve my presence
 
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
You portraying other individuals
Me, I'm just weighing my residuals
From where success is the bare minimal
You a rapper, I'm a criminal
I had money before they found y'all
That's why I feel funny around y'all
Lord, bless those praying for my downfall
If I get too deep, don't let me drown, y'all
Hearing 'em talking 'bout how to flip a key
Started moving that Daddy Kane and Nicky D
Had the whole YPD sick of me
Don't sit, if you get tired, just pick a knee
Bet it all or bet it large
Now the coke or the pills or the crack, all these credit cards
I just laughed and I shrug at it
'Cause the niggas with the money are the drug addicts
Kiss
 

Deschide uşa creştine

Deschide uşa creştine,
Deschide uşa creştine,
Că venim din nou la tine,
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 
Drumu-i lung şi-am obosit,
Drumu-i lung şi-am obosit,
De departe am venit,
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 
Noi la Viflaim am fost,
Noi la Viflaim am fost,
Unde S-a născut Cristos
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 
Şi-am văzut şi pe-a Sa mamă
Şi-am văzut şi pe-a Sa mamă
Pe care Maria o cheamă
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 
Cum umbla din casă-n casă
Cum umbla din casă-n casă
Ca pe fiul ei să-L nască
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 
Mai târziu găsi apoi,
Mai târziu găsi apoi,
Un staul frumos de oi,
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 
Şi acolo pe fân jos,
Şi acolo pe fân jos,
S-a născut Domnul Cristos,
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 
Cete de îngeri coboară,
Cete de îngeri coboară,
Staulul de-l înconjoară,
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 
Îngerii cu flori în mână,
Îngerii cu flori în mână,
Împletesc mândră cunună,
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 
Pe cunună-i scris frumos,
Pe cunună-i scris frumos,
Astăzi S-a născut Cristos,
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 
Care cu puterea Sa,
Mântui-va El lumea
Şi de acum până-n vecie
Mila Domnului să fie !
Şi de acum până-n vecie
Mila Domnului să fie !
La mulţi ani, mulţi ani cu bine!
 

Farewell

From now I say farewell
Just look for once at your sweet son
Your Fëanor
Curufinwë as you
Please give him all my love
My life is gone
Forgive
From here you'll go alone
 

i've seen Satan, he has dreadlocks

- 'Swiper no swiping, swiper no swiping!'
- 'Oh man!'
 
I can't trust a soooul, yaaah
I can't trust a soooul, yaaah
I can't trust a...
Make no friends 'cause they shape shift
Can't trust no bitch, get ya face split
If I make a million dollars they gon' take it
But what's dirt to a motherfucking pagan?
What's broke to a motherfucking beggar?
What's blood to a motherfucking slayer?
What's no to a motherfucking failure?
What's gold to a motherfucking savior?
I'm a goat, blood stains on my face
I'm a ghost, you see through the pain
I'm a goat, blood stains on my face
I'm a ghost, you see through the pain
 
Fuck
you (Kill, kill, kill, kill)
Fuck
you (Kill, kill, kill, kill)