!Ze Mysterious Karasuma Fanclub <3!

Yeah I guess, but I still think "Run It" is a better song, the one with Juelz Santana...Dip set, Ey!
 
Yeah, I was just playing around.

my buddy , my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
my buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life, i'm gon' stick him out the window
my buddy , my buddy
I lay ya *** out motha****a is simple
Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

Everywhere I go I got a tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on
They ride with me when I'm past the mall
He wait for me on the bench when I'm runnin a game of basketball
One squeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain't never been broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infrared beam and a scope for distance
The best company when approachin' business
He gon' ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

This song is cool.
 
LOL, you wanna continue that shiznit?

Rollin, gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn dawn
Addicted to Crys hooked on Don
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin, guys that send Po's
Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
Blame me, I try to end hoes
Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close
Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
 
I'll coninue that shiznit!! Foo!

My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I bagged grams
If you meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bells
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my other little homie
*****s know I got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on *****z and beatin' up base heads
These *****z ain't thorough they just like ta pretend
Keep ****in' around they gon say hello to my little friend.
 
It just ended Foo

Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)....

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!

Yeah
How you doin', y'all?
My name is Mike.
I'm fooling with the new ****
I'm doing it all night
I like what i do
I do what i like
I could quit and get it back like i'm riding a bike
Like stop...
...bring it back, bring it back

We got that balance keeping us on track
That ya get what ya move and quit, wit no slow
You stare like you don't care
But you do it though

I know
You really must be so lonely
Puffed up, lookin' tough, but so phony
You and your boys, you don't know me
You really wanna hold me show me, homie.

Lets get it over with for good
I got a friction addiction i wish you would
Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside
And we got everybody so petrified

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!

Listen you are not ready
Like children in a building you can't stand steady
It must be the beat so heavy
Coz i panic attacks like a crack in the levy

Give you that Robert Plant
Dancing days are back
Feeling all in the track and in fact
For those knowing the name
I'm back with a brand new attack
Who can do it like that?

You really must be so lonely
Puffed up, lookin' tough, but so phony
You and your boys, you don't know me
You really wanna hold me show me, homie.

Tough talk doesn't mean a thing
Get over youself you know when we're up in a scene
Its Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside
And we got everybody so petrified

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!

Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)...

Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)...

Get UP

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!

Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track

Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track

Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track

Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track

Stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...stop
 
Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!

Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me
Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me - I SAID
Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me
Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me - I SAID

[Mike Jones]
Mike Jones!!
Befo' I came up in the game nobody show no love
They see me in the club and used to treat me like a scrub
They wouldn't holla cause my dollars wasn't swoll enough
I bet they change they mind when them 84's come rollin up
They see that I'm a star, now they wanna sit in my car
Now they wanna count my cheese, roll with me and sip my bar now
They used to love to me diss me, now they rush to hug and kiss me now
They tellin all they friends when I leave how they miss me now
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These grls wouldn't give a **** if I was heah, shea
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These grls wouldn't give a **** if I was heah, shea
Befo' the ice was in my grill, befo' I got my major deal
These grlsldn't give a **** if I was heah, shea - because
 
You ready?! Lets go!


Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But **** em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent beer
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he's ****in' with S. Dot!

They call him Ryu, he's sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a ****in' nihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a ****
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his **** is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of **** that comes out of this kid's throat

Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
He often gets a comment on his name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent

Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those mother****ers he runs with,
The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying,
How do they do it?!

Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!
 
I Made you look!

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyin' it, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless
Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king'a the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your men's at
Do the Smurf, do the ***, Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back


They shootin'! -- Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at
 
Yeah we sitting sideways now

Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze
Swisha House, Big Pokey and Paul Wall baby
It's the people's champ, I'm something like a baller
The candy paint dripping off of the old school Impala
I'm with that Big Bank Hank, that Poppi Joe and Box
Trunk bump like chicken pox, turn the bass up just a notch
You see them blades choppin', you see that trunk poppin'
Ho's that diss me in the club, the same ho's in the parking lot boppin'
They see me in the Jag, acting bad with T Ferris
Open mouth and showcase ice, and you gon' see about 20 karats
I'm what they do, you on 5-9 double O
In the Tahoe on 24's, I'm the truth, I got that glow
I'm out that Swisha House with Archie Lee and Couda Bang
Sittin' sideways on swang, the candy paint dripping off the frame
You see me acting bad, I'm showing out and pulling stunts
Say cheese and show my fronts, it's more carrots/karats than Bugs Bunny's lunch
It's Paul Wall baby, I got it made
I got a cup full of that oil, and I'm paid plus I'm sittin' sideways
What it do
I'm on the block posted up like a mailbox
Slanging licks on the grind, putting money in my socks
A legend in the hood for gold grills and poppin' seals
A icon on the mic for showcasing my verbal skills
I'm in the club posted up with some gang bangers
Still flipping the old school candy Cadillac on swangers
I got a styrofoam white cup full of that drank
Looking for that dank, my hustle game sharp as a shank
Big bank take little bank, 84's and candy paint
Trying to find some "Honey Love" my macking game is top rank
These ho's peeping me, ill hustling on the side
Eavesdropping my conversation, trying to figure which car I drive
I'm on the scene strapped up like I was bungee jumping
Hit the corner you hear me bumping
Look at that cold grill and woman
The trunks popped up, my music screwed and chopped
I'm the undisputed king of the parking lot, I'm sittin' sideways
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
On a Sunday night I might bang me some Maze
 
Shes a golddigger!

(She take my money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm Need)
But she aint messin wit no broke *****z (broke)
(She take my money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm need)
but she aint messin wit no broke *****z(broke)
get down girl go head get down (on your knees)
get down girl go head get down (on your knees)
get down girl go head get down (on your knees)
get down girl go head



Cutie the bomb
Met her at a beauty salon
With a baby louis vuitton
Under her underarm
She said I can tell you ROC
I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
but I'm lookin for the one
have you seen her
My psychic told me she have a *** like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
An i gotta take all they bad *** to show-biz.
Ok get ya kids but then they got their friends
I Pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in.
We all went to Den and then I had to pay
If you f**kin with this girl then you betta be payed
You know why
It take too much to touch her
>From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend say she use to **** wit Usher
I dont care what none of yall say I still love her


(She take my money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger(When I'm Need)
But she aint messin wit no broke *****z (broke)
(She take my money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm need)
but she aint messin wit no broke *****z (broke)
get down girl go head get down (on your knees)
get down girl go head get down (on your knees)
get down girl go head get down (on your knees)
get down girl go head


18 years, 18 years
She got one of yo kids got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin child support for one of his kids
His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than his
You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai
She was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money
She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money
She walkin around lookin like Micheal with ya money
Should of got that insured GEICO for ya moneeey
If you aint no punk holla We Want Prenup
WE WANT PRENUP!, Yeaah
It's something that you need to have
Cause when she leave yo *** she gone leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his


(She take my money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm Need)
But she aint messin wit no broke *****z (broke)
(She take my money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm need)
but she aint messin wit no broke *****z (broke)
get down girl go head get down (on your knees)
get down girl go head get down (on your knees)
get down girl go head get down (on your knees)
get down girl go head

Now I aint sayin you a gold digger you got needs
You dont want ya dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
You got out to eat and he cant pay yall cant leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
But why yall washin watch him
He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datson
He got that ambition baby look in his eyes
This week he moppin floorz next week it's the fries
So, stick by his side
I know it's dude's ballin but yea thats nice
And they gone keep callin and tryin
But you stay right girl
But when you get on he leave yo *** for a white girl
 
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders!

You're now tuned into the muh'****in greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off *****
I got you, yeah
If you feelin like a pimp *****, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
*****z is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, ***** grip'n my balls
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
***** London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back ***** cause I'm straight with the Roc
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
with a boss ***** of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, *****z scared of that black
I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it
As the best rapper alive ***** ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?

You're now tuned into the muh'****in greatest

Best rapper alive, best rapper alive
 
Tear it Up!!

Yea, DMX
Straight out of ATL
Ya' Mean
We got Yung Wun, choppin that thing baby,
Once Again, Swiss Beats, Full Surface,

[Yung Wun]
Bounce, Bounce
When I'm drunk in the club, I might just start sum ****,
Block party in the hood, I might just start sum ****,
Underground Downtown, I might just start sum ****,
Gimme the keys to the city, Ima lock this *****,
They aint gon take me alive and u can bet dat,
Hit 'em where the chest at,
Hit 'em where the neck at,
Show me where the rest at,
They in the same building livin' like a mess pack,
From my eyes from where the deck at
Bet Dat, Shawty,
U and me gonna ride over to the other side,
Its time these mutha****as die,
First make a prank call and get the kidz out the house,
I aint tryin to kill no kids, Ima turn they lights out

[chorus 2x : DMX]
AAAAAAHHHH, Tear it Up, Lemme see you Tear It Up
All across the board we gon Tear It Up,
We gon bounce it till the beat cut off,
We gon rock dis mutha****a till the wheels fall off

[David Banner]
Mississippi muther****er, Pop a dick in ur mouth,
Southside till i die, smokin dro in the drop,
I Make a ***** gimme money then I'm kickin her out,
I spit game to your wife, then we robbin your house,
Yall *****z love that way that we grippin the grain,
If you got it and I want it, I aint callin your name,
Just lay it down, **** Boy, like I'm ballin G,
You get yo' chest in yo' lap if you ****in with me

[chorus 2x]

[LIl' Flip]
You might catch me at the Rose Bowl game,
In a 4-door range,
With a Rose gold chain,
Wrapped around my neck,
Or I might be flashin' in a white G-wagon,
With my arm out the window, grippin' a Tech,
Dawg, get it right, I got Houston on lock,
I kit it right, I switch the lights every time I buy a drop,
Homey, U got Swiss on the beat,
I gotta come with da heat,
It's David Banner, Yung Wun, and F-L-I-P
 
PWN joo


Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, ***** make some noise

Get em Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the **** you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God **** your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, ***** make some noise

What the hell are you waiting for

[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'****er if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
One last time I need y'all to roar
 
This is the best collaboration ever!

Now there's a backseat/lover
That's always under/cover
And I talk til my daddy say
Said you ain't seen/nuthin
Til you're down on her/muffin
And there's sure to be a change in ways
Now there's a cheer/leader
That's a real big/pleaser
As far as I can remi/nisce
But the best thing/love it
Was her sister and her/cousin
And it started with a little kiss, like this

She starts/swingin
With the boys in/tune
And her feet just fly up in the air
Singin hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
And they swingin like it just don't care
So I took a big/chance
At the high school/dance
With a lady who was ready to play
It wasn't me she was/foolin
Cause she knew what was she was/doin
when she told me how to walk this way

Chorus: Run-D.M.C. and Aerosmith

She told me to
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
(repeat 2X)
(repeat all 2X)
Well just gimme a kiss/some head!
Oooh, a-like this!

[Run-D.M.C.]
School girl/sleazy
With a/classy kind of sassy
Little skirt hangin way up her knee
It was three young ladies
In the school gym/locker
And they find they were lookin D
I was high school/loser
Never made it with a/lady
Til a boy told me somethin I missed
That my next door/neighbor
had a daughter/had a favor
And I gave the girl just a little kiss, like this

[Aerosmith]
She starts swingin with the boys in the school
with her feet flyin up in the air
Singing hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
I was swingin like I didn't care
So I took a big chance at the high school dance
With a miss who was ready to play
Wasn't me she was foolin cause she knew what she was doin
when she told me how to walk this way
 
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