The nose can't help catchin' what the ears get sick with. Yessir, rock bands just sweat evil. Evil's been around for a long time, ever since rocks started getting real hot and making a lot of noise as they exploded out o' the ground and evil spirits wisped out of hell. If a band ever uses a fog machine, hold your breath so you don't become possessed by one.
Jackson watched in amazement that she had convinced the driver to handle the vehicle in such a way. Tourists began taking pictures of Imogene, standing tall in the seat while the driver guided the horse with the reins. She kept her eye trained on Catfish, describing his every step as if the driver couldn't see the runner for himself ... Catfish stopped at the 'T' in the road up ahead. He was heaving air, and Imogene said, 'We've worn him out, son. Keep on him. He's ours for the catchin'.
If it wasn't for the British musicians, a lot of us black musicians in America would still be catchin' the hell that we caught long before. So thanks to them, thanks to all you guys. You opened doors that I don't think would have been opened in my lifetime. When white America started paying attention to the blues - it started opening a lot of doors that had been closed to us.
B. B. King
I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell. There's Heaven then there's Hell niggas One day your cruisin' in your seven, Next day your sweatin', forgettin' your lies, Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up Hit with the RICO, they repoed your vehicle Everything was all good just a week ago 'Bout to start bitchin' ain't you? Ready to start snitchin' ain't you? I forgive you. Weak ass, hustlin' just ain't you Aside from the fast cars Honeys that shake they ass in bars You know you wouldn't be involved With the Underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers East coast bodiers, West coast cap-peelers Little monkey niggas turned gorillas.
COME HELL OR HIGH WATER, DOWN TO SLAUGHTER OPPOSERS JUST ANOTHER LOST SOUL, STUCK, CALLIN JEHOVAH OUTLAW 'TIL IT'S OVER, BRAND AS MY STRAP BACK LIKE A COBRA, I STAY DRUNK, CAUSE I'M A MAD MAN WHENEVER SOBER, ON A ONE MAN MISSION MY AMBITION TO HOLD UP THE RAP GAME WHILE I PLUCK HOLES IN NIGGAZ LIKE DONUTS AND STILL DOWN TO DIE FOR ALL MY SOULJAS LIKE HILLBILLIES, THEY DON'T FEAR ME SO REFUSE BRINGIN WAR TO THE CITY WITH EACH BREATH, DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR NEVER LET YOU SWALLOW ME, NO APOLOGIES, YOUR HONOR A GENERAL IN WAR, I'M THE FIRST TO BOMB WITH A SQUAD OF TRUSTED KILLERS, QUICK TO MOVE SHIT HEAVILY ARMED I'M SIMILAR TO SADDAM, SOMETIMES I QUESTION HUSSEIN LIKE FIENDS FRANTIC FOR THAT LAST VEIN, STUCK IN THE GAME I HIT THE SCENE LIKE SANDSTORMS, THEN TRANSFORM, WATCH ME I TAKE THE FIGURE OF DIRTY NIGGAZ, WHO ALL GOT ME WHILE BITCHES WONDERIN WHO SHOT ME NO LOVE, KEEP A GRUDGE, SHOOTIN SLUGGS LIKE MUAMMAR QUADAFFI MURDER MY FRIENDS, BUILD A NEW POSSE WE TAKIN SHOTS AT PAPARAZZI, GO AND FLY NOW, NIGGA LIKE ROCKY YOU GOT A LOT OF NERVE TO PLAY ME ANOTHER GAY RAPPER, BUSTIN CAPS TO JAY-Z AND STILL AVOID CAPTURE, WHILE Y'ALL CAUGHT UP IN THE RAPTURE STILL AFTER ME, I'M IN JAMACIA SIPPIN DAQUIRIS, NO DOUBT WE USED TO HAVIN NOTHIN, THEN GRABBIN SOMETHIN AND BUSTIN WANTED TO BE THE THUG-NIGGA, THAT MY OLD MAN WASN'T I CAME TO A FIELD, CATCHIN CASES, LITIGATION NIGGAZ PLAYA-HATIN, GOT ME CROOKED IN ALL 50 STATES I'M SCREAMIN DEATH ROW, THROW MY WESTSIDE, AIN'T NO THANG WE WAS RAISED OFF DRIVE-BY'S, BROUGHT UP TO BANG WE CLAIM MOB, M.O.B. IF YOU BE SPECIFIC WE CONTROL ALL CASH FROM ATLANTIC-PACIFIC AND GET THIS, I'M HARD TO KILL, WHEN I PEEL WITH THIS LIVE SPOT FATHER, HOW THE HELL DID I SURVIVE, THESE FIVE SHOTS? LIVE IT UP, OF GIVE IT UP, AND MY DEMONS LATE NIGHT, HEAR THEM SCREAMIN; WE GOIN ALL OUT!
2Pac F/ Outlawz
O YEAH I'M BRAND NEW LIKE YOU HAVEN'T UNWRAPPED IT HEAD OVER HEELS GOT BLOGGERS DOIN' BACK FLIPS AM WHERE I AM CAUSE MY FANS AND SOME PRACTICE I COULD GO FOR 90, BET THE KID IS MATCH FIT GIRLS ON MY PAGE WRITING SAMMY IS A BASTARD THINKING THAT THEY SPECIAL, BUT GOT TREATED LIKE THE LAST CHICK KNOWING THAT MY FAN BASE STRETCHES LIKE ELASTIC JAW DROPPIN' BEATS LIKE IT'S BETTER THAN THE LAST SHIT BUT STILL, I'M IN THE PAINT BY THE BASKET THIS THAT ONE TAKE NEW FLOW STRAIGHT CLASSIC YEAH I SEE THE TRUTH SHINING BRIGHT IF YOU LOOK CLOSE RAPPERS DROPPING NAMES FORGOT TO ADD THE FOOTNOTES IN ALL HONESTY, HATING'S NOT A PART OF ME RESPECT'S IN MY BLOOD, I DON'T NEED A BIBLIOGRAPHY I SHOW LOVE CAUSE THAT'S WHAT I'VE ALWAYS DUG IF YA ASS AIN'T GOT A SHOVEL GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE MUD IT'S SANDBOX I'M SMALLS FIRST TIME ON THE SANDLOT TRYIN' TO LEARN THE RULES MAYBE GET MYSELF A DAMN SHOT YEAH, I'M HITTIN' VEINS YOU COULD HAVE NEVER DRAWN PUMPIN' BLOOD NO RUBBER BANDS AROUND THE ARM BUT LOOKING BACK WHEN I STARTED AS A CRITICS YOUNG TO MAKIN' HITS WITH A GRIN AS THE CROWD APPLAUSE, PAUSE I'M DIGGING DEEPER WITH MY GRITTY PAWS TRYIN' TO GET IT POPPIN' WITH A PRESENCE NO SANTA CLAUS YEAH, AND I'M THE SPITTER WHO DEFIES THE LAWS BRINGING THE HEAT, UNEXPECTED LIKE SOME MENOPAUSE HA, I NEVER THOUGHT THAT ONE OF MY SONGS WOULD SPREAD QUICK ON A THOUSAND DIFFERENT IPODS YEAH, I'M HUMAN AND I GOT BENIGN FLOWS RAPPING WITH THE COMPETITION CHILLIN' UP IN MY JAWS THINKING IN MY MIND HOW TO WRITE MY WRONGS TURNING ALL THIS CHANGE INTO ENDS THAT DEFY LAWS CUT IT OUT I WASN'T TALKING 'BOUT THE BEAT THOUGH AIMIN' TO MAKE EM GET THE POINT LIKE A FREE THROW TELL MY GIRL TO PLEASE RECLINE MY SEAT SLOW KNOWING THAT I'M COLDER THAN THE BOTTOM OF A SKI POLE AND IF IT'S SNOWING IN THE CITY I'M GETTING BLOWN WITH A COUPLE BITCHES DOWN TO RIDE WHERE HE GOES LATE NIGHT IN THE JACUZZI WITH THE SAME HOES CATCHIN' BRAINS PUFFIN ON THEM MONTE CHRISTOS UHHH I'M BACK ON MY SPITTAH SHIT BACK, BA-BACK, BACK ON MY SPITTAH SHIT YEAH, YOU KNOW I'M BACK ON MY SPITTAH SHIT BACK, BA-BACK, BACK ON MY SPITTAH SHIT