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"Therapy"
(feat. Blu, Evidence & Kid Cudi)



[Evidence:]
Dear People, it's a minute since I checked in
Record's still spinning where I left it
I done a lot since I seen you last, shit moving fast
The world got itself in a real hurry
Still I tell 'em: worst come, don't worry
I bought that crib with the dough you left me
Then hit the plane toured the world
So bills made the first with rock babs and Al right beside me
Life is poison, it's ivy
I ain't speaking on yours, that's how mine be
He ain't lying, each verse I write the next minute of your life
Flow's ghetto the hood's my lively
Good health, yeah yeah to that
Another year in the black, so many years in the red
I was losing my mind, I was up on my game
Right person, wrong place, just ahead of my time and it's mine

[Kid Cudi:]
Where do we go? Where do we go?
Where do we go when we're losing our minds?
Where should I go? Where should I go?
Where should I go when I'm losing my mind?
Where do we go? Where do we go?
Where do we go when we're losing our minds... minds?
This is our therapy

[Blu:]
Dear People, been a minute since I checked in
Been, chin-checking mics, collecting checks but kept it steppin'
Stepped in with Ex but had to "X" a couple best friends
Who let ends be the reason I left them
The left wing of the west went
Venom in them cobras when the wind blows
Been on it since the moment rain was pouring out my window
I danced in it, in my b-boy stance
Standing in the midst kicking stanzas to chicks
Till they dance too
Cool as a fan, too, student of the true school
Catch me in a band and a game calling plays
Play da fool I make the rules
Call it lame but it's the law
Play the war yet whenever they play the song y'all get loose
Off the juice, busting hard earned bars to scar loots
Scarred youth, my heart's firm y'all it's all truth
God-Lee, cross-breed between Spike, God, and Bruce
When I'm kicking it, they're wondering if God's talking to Blu but it's...

[Kid Cudi:]
Where do we go? Where do we go?
Where do we go when we're losing our minds?
Where should I go? Where should I go?
Where should I go when I'm losing my mind?
Where do we go? Where do we go?
Where do we go when we're losing our minds... minds?
This is our therapy
 
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"Therapy"
(feat. Blu, Evidence, Kid Cudi & Talib Kweli)



[Verse 1: Evidence]
Dear People, it's a minute since I checked in
Record's still spinning where I left it
I done a lot since I seen you last, shit moving fast
The world got itself in a real hurry
Still I tell 'em: worst come, don't worry
I bought that crib with the dough you left me
Then hit the plane toured the world
So bills made the first with rock babs and Al right beside me
Life is poison, it's ivy
I ain't speaking on yours, that's how mine be
He ain't lying, each verse I write the next minute of your life
Flow's ghetto the hood's my lively
Good health, yeah yeah to that
Another year in the black, so many years in the red
I was losing my mind, I was up on my game
Right person, wrong place, just ahead of my time and it's mine

[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Where do we go? Where do we go?
Where do we go when we're losing our minds?
Where should I go? Where should I go?
Where should I go when I'm losing my mind?
Where do we go? Where do we go?
Where do we go when we're losing our minds...minds?
This is our therapy

[Verse 2: Blu]
Dear People, been a minute since I checked in
Been, chin-checking mics, collecting checks but kept it steppin'
Stepped in with Ex but had to "X" a couple best friends
Who let ends be the reason I left them
The left wing of the west went
Venom in them cobras when the wind blows
Been on it since the moment rain was pouring out my window
I danced in it, in my b-boy stance
Standing in the midst kicking stanzas to chicks
Till they dance too
Cool as a fan, too, student of the true school
Catch me in a band and a game calling plays
Play da fool I make the rules
Call it lame but it's the law
Play the war yet whenever they play the song y'all get loose
Off the juice, busting hard earned bars to scar loots
Scarred youth, my heart's firm y'all it's all truth
God-Lee, cross-breed between Spike, God, and Bruce
When I'm kicking it, they're wondering if God's talking to Blu but it's...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]

Dear People, on the corner's where the evil
Created a share of the drama
That got the tears from your mama
Hittin' the steps of the steeple
Livin' unfair and unequal
Lies to the afterlife this here, you ain't prepared for the sequel
These rappers is see-through and transparent
This man's spirit deal with advanced lyrics
They can't hear it, I can't bear it, I can't wear it
It's trash, it's lyrical masturbation I'm not making a fashion statement
Your verse is doctored I call 'em quacks they lacking patience
They just want they validation, congratulations
Try walking the streets till four in the morning
Looking for rappers to battle feeling like you'd die if you ignore your calling
Then hop on a greyhound, LA-bound
Perform in the club while they busting shots, stay down
Got it for the cause, just because they clap don't mean that you need the applause
Dear People, sincerely yours

[Hook]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Thru The Eyes Of Christ"


Stilettos with highlights in her hair
Tryin to get your attention as a prospect to be the next baby daddy
So the government can raise her salary again
She ain't got nutten
I quit, I quit, I quit
He said look on us
We don't have what you want
But I'm sure we got what you need
You need to go shake somebody's hand and tell em
Jesus is all you need
The Christ
I wanna get to the next level
He gave his life for me
What have I given for him
And that's alot to think about
There's a whole world out there that needs to know about Jesus
But sometimes I don't see it clearly
If only I could look at it through the eyes of Jesus
John said we don't have money
But we do have, but we do have the master
 
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06.07.2010
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"Tick Tock"
(performed with Nas feat. Mobb Deep)



[Nas:]
Uhh yeah yeah yo
It goes Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks
Comin' through better hide your wristwatch
Because niggas well live they shits pop
Hey hey
Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock
Light a L baby let the Crys' pop
Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday

5'8" with double-X-L pen saggin' blunts draggin'
But never lived well, imagine, a felon on a two-way street
One way is where blood money coke and homicide leap
The other street opportunity the chance to live sweet
Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete
So you can be an architect design appartments and shit
Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in clip
Soon as I'm on the set I'm never on a chick I play it cool
But still ain't pussy muscles get wet it's just the booze
Check my niggas, what's the gossip, what's the word
Puff some herb, all I see is niggas runnin', chin shots
All I heard, dip behind the car, see somebody on the ground
Ambulance came and got 'em they start calmin' down
Now it's back to the same old shit, you know, the Tarzan and Jane-o shit
In the jungle swingin' on vines, I saw the gat with the same old clip
Another nigga layin' the hit, bloodied up, scream that I'm dyin'
I be in Queens where the famous hood rats and ghetto stars are
Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty bars pah

Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks
Comin' through better hide your wristwatch
Because niggas well live they shits popped
Hey hey
Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock
Light a L baby let the Crys' pop
Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday

[Prodigy:]
It's like this nigga
It's on, toilet up for me, roll that shit big
While I reveal the story of a wild street kid
Cock your seat back, relax, while I spit
The spittin' image of how I live
Well first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
Keep your mouth closed and your eyes and your ears wide open
Gangsta, I soaked it all in, my first ammo was a one shot
Deuce deuce, had my pockets full of bullets I was real loose
Thug parties out in wave crash always got shot up
Thug parties out in Queensbridge always got shot up
No wonder we bugged out it gets so frantic
Niggas aim on the fight, we cut yo melon
Drinkin' that old english red bull and blue bull
Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit fuck it we was broke
Little badass, my nigga Rap sat me down, like this
He said: P you gon' wind up dead
You and Hav' real good with that music shit
You need to stick to it, dunn, get your mind of the street
And it stuck in the back of my head, though
I still did my little bit of menacin'
Every now and then bang-outs in broad daylight
Like these things really happen niggas get cut up
I put it in my rappin'
It's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale
It couldn't get more graphic I'm so trail
I said it's non fiction it's the real deal fiscale
City you havin' let me touch that ass

[Nas:]
Tick Tock this is for my niggas in the Bridge, blocks
Comin' through better hide your wristwatch
Because niggas well live they shits popped
Hey hey
Tick Tock this is for my hoes make your hips rock
Light a L baby let the Crys' pop
Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday
 
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"Till The Angels Come"
(feat. Freddie Gibbs & Prodigy)



I let you niggas have your fifteen
But I'm running next
Don't duck and run, I'm crushing this, son
Just fuck 'em and nothing less
Used to hustle suckers for pack of gushers and dubs of sess
And now I puff some pounds every month
I don't be fuckin stressin'
No need for up(ward) inflection
Got it(guide it) till there's nothing left
Showing no contesting
I'm just laughing at who I'm up against
Buncha frail fucks, bitches with they tails tucked
Hope you ain't thinking we believing the things you tell us
Hope you ain't thinking bout some beefing cuz that's a L brah
Wolf gang coming with that pack like a mail truck
Niggas can not stop me, Doms drops kamikaze
Outloud the chop to the top notch and got it bodied
Smoother than maserati, not in the novice lobby
Nigga watch me droppin that constant shit that you gotta copy
Show me that shit you be on, I already got it prolly
Nigga hella cocky on my hustle, don't you fucking knock me

[Hook:]
Apply pressure from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claiming that famous stuff
We just staying the same, stacking papers till the angels come

Applying pressure from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claiming that famous stuff
We just staying the same, stacking papers till the angels come

Ain’t no loving cuz a thug with multiple drug addicts
Rippin’ nigga automobiles with this automatic
Record label drop me, I drop the package to my knees
Flip on some catches, chop some ounces, now I’m even bigger
Stay by the whipper, that gangsta nigga – gangsta shit
Under surveillance, got federal agents at the get
They crackin’ say I’m movin’ things on airplanes
So spare me with the stress, I shot my load to some spare change
Them G packs, back in the streets – jack
Back in the spot that keep the smokin’ off their knee caps
Turning with these into regulars could get free shots
I got them duffels, bigger choppers than the police got
And them niggas know it, bigger shit I’m flowin’
I know they gon get me one day in the morning
So when I wake up I praise the Lord, roll up a blunt and fuck my bitch
Make that ass get up and whip it, a turkey, bacon and some criss
Nasty Gibbs
Make that ass get up and whip it, a turkey, bacon and some criss
Smokin’ dodo cu some jungle just got smoked over some priests
Play with y’all just like the west, I’m up for life cuz life’s a bitch

[Hook]

Baby girl tweekin’ on that moon rock
May I just keep it simple like it gon pop?
You let the champagne splash on the girl’s head
It ain’t a party till some champagne glass break
Get in that stupid dough, spittin’ that future flow
Grand poobah bars, the infamous large
This is how I do it, get this money, live large
My head is not a stairway for me, I fire arms
Thug out hittin’ super dope with the rap shit
From the saddle to the floor, all kind of charge
Counts of robbery, assaults and battery
I’m just a fellow with a talent for spillin’
This dog back at me, shit over these great beats
Police, Miami means the all when they got me straight to the pound box
Straight up, out well
Curl a nigga body up then peel off in a hot wheel
I thought I told you, these niggas never listen
I popped a Desert eagle off a naked bitch pissin’
Side of your car, I’m tryin’ to relax
But you push me to the limit, I’mma take you to the max

[Hook]
 
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"To Me"


Oooh
(And I want to tell you about another place)
To meeee
(That I call hell)
To meeeee
(You can go there also)
To meeee
(That's right)
To meee
To meee
(And I don't care I'm thinking about heaven)
To mee
(Preaching about golden streets)
To meee
(And there will be no strife there... there will be no...)
 
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"Too Late"
(feat. Nas)



I sip the blood of Christ from a gold cup
I love this life
My soldiers smoke you, no price
Dead men in graves roll over
I'm part Apache, slave master, African, who asked me
Fans tear my clothes, bitches try to trap me
30, 000 seats rise to their feet to hear me flow
Got two mansions on the East Coast
Models deep throat
I heard about them kidnap dudes, had dinner with some
Shake hands with killers just to see who really was one
Study his moves, how he look fake - but that's the trick to it
Now we turn you to bait
The street shit I stick to it
Rappers hate me, bitches saying, "how did he start?"
They go to psychics asking 'em for my astrology chart
I'm the righteous thug, fight for Mumia
Racist white judge - made Diallo's murderers free
See, they don't like us
And what about conspiracies to kill black boys
But y'all ain't hearing me, worship the planet like asteroids
Look around and everything you see was once an idea
From somebody's thoughts who turned into reality clear
Look at the tallest sky scrapers, it just didn't appear
Somebody thought it up and built it up and put it right there

Aye yo rich niggas burn and roll up in Testarossa's
Poor niggas plan to come up they cop the toasters
Dead niggas lay in they grave and roll over
But it is too late, too late
Aye-yo rich niggas burn and roll up in Testarossa's
Poor niggas plan to come up they cop the toasters
Dead niggas lay in they grave and roll over
But it is too late, too late
Aye yo Aye yo Ayeyo
 
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"Training Montage - Getting Stronger"


"Look at me... you like what you see?"
"Yeah"
"Because it's not me, it's a recording of me"
"It's a recording of me" [Repeated, distorted, and echoed]

[Joan Rivers:]

"Now, I agree with him... why didn't you have more lines?"

[Dolph Lundgren:]
"Um, why don't you ask Sly?"

[Joan Rivers:]
"Well, did you ask him? Did they cut your lines? Why-your wife in the movie became his girlfriend, so I think that may help-'Oh, Sly, give me some more lines.' Did that happen? '"

[Dolph Lundgren:]
"No, I think it worked well in the final version. I think it made my character more mysterious and it made people really listen when I speak for real. Don't you agree?"
"Change my body... "
 
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"Tropical Storm Lenny"
(feat. Action Bronson)



"Feel all the water, Barry
Sharks out here, boy
Protect your feet, yeah"

Yeah, yeah
It's chum inside the water
It's chum inside the water
Uh

It's chum inside the water, I could sense it like a shark
My ampullae Lorenzini sharp
Daddy take flight, five hours, change weather like carp, uh
It's got me all up in my feelings, I'm feeling unappreciated
Too many hands up in my gumbo
Fuck around, I'll throw some bleach in your gumbo
Flee leaping a tunnel, leave sheep asleep in a bundle
The reaper coming
I gotta say some crazy shit
Use the other part of your brain, don't be lazy, bitch
I still got the same face from '86
My whip keep the military radar on the fritz, shit

"The men throw out the chum
The fish squirm about the delectable morsel
But there's nothing chummy about the way they're caught"
"Which is very unusual for a yacht like that"
"It really has everything, that's right"
"If that isn't enough, why not add a helicopter
Complete with its very own hangar?"
 
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"Turn It Up"


Whoo, yeah, turn it up
Alchemist, you know what to do
Bump that, turn it up, whoo
Crazy daddy

[Sheek Louch]
A'yo, y'all niggaz can't fuck with me, my flow's nuclear
Fuck for the month I want the verse of the year
I straighten shit out, you could put me in ya hair
Perm-like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar
Naw, I ain't the new millennium raw, Kool G. or K.R.
I'm just doin me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin hot MC
Don't get it twis', don't get add to my fuck you list, unless you a bitch
Cause I ain't got time, I'm not near rich
We could let it drop or we could let it pop
Make your decision 'fore I make my incision
Head on collision, head-body division
Spirit fly away like a motherfuckin pigeon
Take that to your grave, y'all niggaz behave

[Chorus]
Yeah, D-Block is knockin, turn it up
We got it poppin, turn it up
We comin for y'all, turn it up
Niggaz they droppin, turn it up
We got the streets locked, turn it up
If it's beef let your heat cock, turn it up
Welcome to D-Block, turn it up
Cause we don't fuck around

[Sheek Louch]
What, that nigga Sheek is the truth
You would think he had a stripper inside how he go hard in the booth
Lazer on the roof, squeeze off then poof
Presto magic, like where did his chest go?
Think not homie, got a ziploc on me
Of that sticky icky in the pocket of my dickie
Just drunk a half of sixty, kinda bended
Hat low, knockin, bout to fuck up the rented
I'm a general, I stepped up from a liutenant
This is D-Block, join us, don't get offended
Cause I ain't lettin up and you ain't lettin off
Plus I already know that most of y'all is soft
The hood love me, put it in the air for me
And boy cop mixtapes if they don't hear from me
Got cake but occasionally you catch me bummy
I'm too smart on the streets you fuckin dummy

[Chorus]

[Sheek Louch]

A'yo, real niggaz relate to me
Jealous niggaz can't wait to send the shell of a tray-eight through me
Don't miss cause it's uh-oh like Lumi
Sun out, Sheek make the sky get gloomy
I bail it all to you, I give you my life
I write it in ink or blood, nigga pass my knife
I'm takin it there, even if they give me the chair
I'm blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wear
My fist stuck screamin black power
I ain't gon lie, that shit could wash off in the shower
Cause I don't care what color you are
Nigga clap at the kid, the kid tryna levitate your car
I'm not a star
I'm a nigga that'll issue the star
I'm that nigga wit his hammer on him, at the bar
Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook
A'yo Alchemist, bring in the hook
Let's go

[Chorus]
 
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