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J Hus – No Denying Lyrics

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[Chorus]
There’s no denying
The army is rising
Call me a Titan
Thunder and lightning
The circle need tightening
The hustle, I dive in
Strugglin’, strivin’
My business, I’m mindin’
Don’t tell me where your mind is
I already know, I’m a psychic
Any time it’s a crisis
We’re the strongest and the wisest
Free, all my lifers
Rise up your lighters
Before you fully rise up
We haffi remove the virus

[Verse 1]
Ain’t seeing nothing like this
Juju J in live flesh
You know me, I’m the livest
Call on all your riders
Call on all your strikers
Me, I don’t even fear death
You don’t know me, I’m fearless
Me, I’m out here bare chest
You can’t come nowhere near us
When man start moving careless
Clap the man that’s nearest
I don’t hit one, I hit various
JME, I’m serious (Serious)
Juju J is my alias (Alias)
Mad man, the craziest
In a hundred mile radius
My best friend is anonymous
You need to hit man
Come and holler us
I’m shaking all your chakras
Gotta stop smoking cannabis
Everyday, different challenges
Never had worthy challengers
Me and you are different calibres
Every day, wake up, manifest
Say you shot a man but I’m not impressed
My new girl is on house arrest
Baby girl, I wish you all the best
I’m on the roadside but I’m playing chess
Niggas all the same, more or less
You know I hit man, you a hit and miss
Everyone I don’t like, I write a list
But a fisherman needs a bigger fish

[Chorus]
There’s no denying
The army is rising
Call me a Titan
Thunder and lightning
The circle need tightening
The hustle, I dive in
Strugglin’, strivin’
My business, I’m mindin’
Don’t tell me where your mind is
I already know, I’m a psychic
Any time it’s a crisis
We’re the strongest and the wisest
Free, all my lifers
Rise up your lighters
Before you fully rise up
We haffi remove the virus

[Verse 2]
Anywhere I go, I come with Duppy
He don’t wan’ bust his shotty
I keep them powers ’round me
Said he would’ve bust it but it was crowdy
I don’t hear from you, you don’t doubt me
I’m just out here, you feel me?
I been hustling, you smell me?
If you see them man, come and tell me
In the hood, they call me “Mamadou”
I dump on you, you likkle fucker yute
I know one guy from Cameroon
Said the big Bonsam is coming soon
That guy right there is not a goon
Swear he was born with a silver spoon
Coulda took that gyal dere to my room
But I took that gyal dere to the moon
You don’t really know me, you just assume
Uncle Tom you’re just a coon
Had to spray out one buffoon
Had to spray, it’s nothing new
Make some way, I’m coming through
All my friend wan’ do is boot
I might just give him the alley-oop
Dem man there don’t know their roots
Dem man there dilute the truth
I can’t smoke my zoot ’round you
‘Cause you always ask for a two’s
Where’s my laces? Where’s my shoes?
Dem man come like passionfruit
I don’t know them random yutes
I was chilling, sipping hooch

[Chorus]
There’s no denying
The army is rising
Call me a Titan
Thunder and lightning
The circle need tightening
The hustle, I dive in
Strugglin’, strivin’
My business, I’m mindin’
Don’t tell me where your mind is
I already know, I’m a psychic
Any time it’s a crisis
We’re the strongest and the wisest
Free all my lifers
Rise up your lighters
Before you fully rise up
We haffi remove the virus

Lil Tecca – Ransom (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Turn you to a dancer
Yeah
Internet Money, bitch

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I’m ’bout to blow, I ain’t dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I’m gone
They see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca & Juice WRLD]
I got red, I got blue, what you want?
The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton
She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan
I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one
I started from the bottom, you could see the way I stunt
I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton
The opps, they tryna line me ’cause they hate the place I’m from
But them niggas don’t know me, they just know the place I’m from
I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place
But you ain’t want me last year (Uh-huh), so just get up out my face
They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste
I know they want my downfall, lil’ nigga, are you laced? (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca and Juice WRLD]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom (Phantom)
I know I’m ’bout to blow, I ain’t dumb (I ain’t dumb)
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom (For ransom)
I know that I’m gone
They see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some (Want some)
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (Dancer)
I see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner (Oh)
And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I’m in it to win it, I’ma be the best, yes sir
Started from the bottom, I ain’t had no one, yes sir
Had to get big on them niggas, Bruce Banner
Bro split wigs, turn a nigga to a dancer
I got hard, I got soft, whatchu’ want?
Since the day that I’ve been on, they been blowing up my phone
I can’t hear ’em, I got all this loud in my lungs
Thumbin’ through these blue faces while I’m smoking on runts
Uh, I’m in the hills (Ooh, yeah), count them bills (Ooh, yeah)
All baguette diamonds (Ooh, yeah), chandelier give her chills (Yeah)
Feel like yesterday I was just watching Fresh Prince (Uh)
Now the crib look like Bel-Air, R.I.P. to Uncle Phil
Money big, Uncle Phil
Twin Glocks, feelin’ lil’
Niggas hate, Uncle Tom
Spin them off me, carousel
Get ’em off me, go to hell
Silencer, kill ’em soft
Tecca’ll take you for ransom, me I’ll put you in a coffin

[Chorus: Lil Tecca and Juice WRLD]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I’m ’bout to blow, I ain’t dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I’m gone
They see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some (Want some)
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (Dancer)
I see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah

A$AP Rocky – Max B (feat. Joe Fox) lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Buccaneers of rugged gear, nigga fuck a fear
One, just year one, I’ve been thuggin’ here, yeah
Whole shit is ours, you in awe, please don’t get involved
This is war, walk around a frame with blaze up in this jawn
Behind prison walls, nigga lickin’ balls, pause
Different cause, stricted laws
Damn if I don’t break up in the mall, prison yard, prison guard
No principal, detention on your friends and all
Commissary missing like your sibling’s paw
Uncle Tom, please don’t make my sentence long
Granted what I did was wrong
Pigs don’t show remorse if you admit it all
Missing ma, hope that she don’t miss the call
Admitted that she’ll never visit, like the hard headed never listen, Lord
So tell me how the fuck I’m supposed to eat?
If the richer’s getting richer, the poor’s growing weak
My brother died up in the streets, may he rest in peace
Niggas got heat like Pusha T, get it cheap
Flacko how you been, where you at? I’ve been kickin’ back
Relax place down my favorite thinking cap, scratch my nigga nack
Hitta chtta chat, this and that, A$AP diplomats
I’m missing Max, wish that they could bring the nigga bigger back

[Hook: Joe Fox]
I wonder, laying in my bed
Am I still too young, am I still too young?
And I hold back, thoughts running through my head
Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
It’s like I lace up my boots and call my troops lately
Traded all my hoodie rap for all my suits lately
I’m 26 but I’ve been living in my youth lately
Pull my wisdom, but I still spit it like my tooth ache me
Duck shots, mother fuck cops, what a blood clarts
All I gots my words and my balls and my one cock
Pause, bug shots fly, my young buck died
Passed away from a stray, from some fake tough guy
Now this the kind of story that should make doves cry
Fuck that, this the story that should make thugs cry
Dry your eyes older sis, held ’em close, watch ’em switch
Gave ’em kiss in the midst of all of this
Ain’t too late to pause or skip…

[Hook (x4)]

[Outro: Joe fox]
Sorry guys

Talib Kweli & Styles P – In The Field (The Seven Album)

[Intro: Malcolm X]
There was two kind of slaves, there was the house negro and the field negro, the house negro they lived in the house, with master
The house negro if master said we got a good house here the house negro said "yeah we got a good house here" whenever the master said we you said we that’s how you can tell a house negro if the master got sick the house negro will say "whats the matter boss, we sick?" We sick!?!
That was that house negro in those days he was called a house nigga and that’s what we call them today cause we still got some house niggas running around here

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Yeah it’s black on black crime but it’s blue on black crime
Police killin’ the brown man and doing no time
The judge is a Nazi, but he ain’t in the Klan
The jail’s the plantation they spread it across the land
I’m thinkin’ what will that change?
If big industry money pays for campaigns (think about it)
I know the 1 percenters lovin’ that the gov run the people
But people should run the government
The day of reckonin’ is when the sleep wakes up
And the 99 percenters can really cake up
I ain’t go to Harvard or Yale, I went to jail
But hold a horse that’s pale, and the slave ship sails
It ain’t on water, but I know who’s steerin’ it
The reptilians hid the truth about the pyramids, damn
My genetics is kinetic, the devil is a lie
His agenda is pathetic

[Hook: Styles P & Talib Kweli]
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Yeah there’s black on black crime
But there’s white on white crime
When you adjust for population all the numbers they align
So why we never hear white on white on the nightly news?
Ain’t no profitin’ over criminalizin’ white dudes
Poverty breeds criminals but watch what you call me
Because if I’m a criminal what about bankers on Wall Street?
Or the fast food industry that be feeding us horse meat?
Been this way since in the fields picking sugar or coffee nigga
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field
Probably with the steel now they got me on the wheel
With the ghost, too confident to be cocky to keep it real
We veto that phony shit and block it like a bill
Whether Bobby by the pound, or Whitney by the ki
We movin’ weight it’s a mistake to get money and make it free
They’ll lock up Jesus when they see wooly hair and burnt feet
If you a felon you a slave, remember the thirteenth, nigga

[Hook: Styles P & Talib Kweli]
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field

[Verse 3: Styles P]
I thought Barack could have been a spook who sat by the door
But he signed a dark act middle finger to the law
Now I gotta get a foreign plan to eat raw
But I wouldn’t be surprised if they killed me on tour
Life is a bitch, America is a whore
Get sick and try to see this little picture I draw
You can have a gun but need bullets to go to war
You already half-dead from the food that’s in the stores

[Verse 4: Talib Kweli]
Ghost these rappers ain’t better tellin’ tales so tall
A whole industry of employees pretendin’ that they the boss
Niggas that you thought was official is fallin’ off
Shit ain’t been the same since the ’95 Source
Every breath that we take is a threat, they pissed off
If we alive we get put in the system and get lost
My mother scared for us, prepared for the loss
But sayin’ shit like if you die make sure you got on clean drawers

[Hook]
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain’t a slave, I’m a king and that’s real
I be in the field, I be in the field (house nigga)
I ain’t no house nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain’t got freedom, we ain’t got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field

[Outro: Malcolm X]
I’m a field negro, just as the slave master of that day used Tom, the house negro, to keep the field negroes in check the same old slave master today has negroes who are nothing but modern Uncle Tom’s to keep you and me in check, keep us passive and peaceful
It’s like when you go to the dentist and the man is gon’ take your tooth. you gon’ bite him when he start pulling, so they squirt some stuff in your jaw called Novocaine to make you think they not doing anything to you. So you sit there and cause you got all that Novocaine in your jaw you suffer, peacefully