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Gnarls Barkley - Crazy (Official Video) [4K Remaster]

Lyrics:

[Verse 1] I remember when I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions have an echo, in so much space, mmm And when you're out there without care Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn't because I didn't know enough I just knew too much, mm

[Chorus 1] Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Possibly

[Verse 2] And I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice, that's my only advice, mm Come on now, who do you Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are? Ha, ha, ha, bless your soul You really think you're in control?

[Chorus 2] Well, I think you're crazy I think you're crazy I think you're crazy Just like me [Verse 3] My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on the limb And all I remember is thinkin' I wanna be like them, mm-hmm Ever since I was little Ever since I was little, it looked like fun And it's no coincidence I've come And I can die when I'm done

[Chorus 3] But maybe I'm crazy Maybe you're crazy Maybe we're crazy Probably

[Outro] Mm-woah, ooh Ooh, woo-ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh-hoo, mm-hmm

#youtube #gnarls barkley #black music #music video #r&b #funk #soul #soul jazz #soul pop #flashing #?

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"we need more trans representation!! except when it comes to nonbinary trans people. and intersex trans people. and people who are agender. and people with more than 1 gender. and people who are genderfluid/flux. and people with xenogenders. and people who don't look like their gender. and trans people who don't fit in the gender binary."

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clipping. - Tipsy (Official Audio)

Lyrics:

[Intro: Dialogue Sample] "Thank you, my dear. Ahh. And an excellent vintage it is, too. But if you're implying that I'm tipsy, sir—" "Oh, of course he's not."

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] One, here come the two to the three to the four Everybody wrecked out on the dance floor Smelling like sex, tryna flex for the score Go 'head and bring the bottle, you ain't even gotta pour Neon lights is bright enough to make the eyes sore DJ got 'em hype enough, they crying for morе Crowd is turnt, they loud as fuck, the bass is like a roar This finna bе the night, they can feel it in they core Here come the three to the two to the one When the speakers clip, shit sound like a gun If the pussy don't pop, then it wasn't any fun And if you ain't come with squat, prolly you better run She in the mosh pit, going crazy with the scum He in the stall, sick, vision hazy from the rum If you make it out alive, bet your ears finna hum for a day and a half—now relax, have fun

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] Two, here come the three to the four to the five If the music stop now, everybody prolly die Weed smoke in the ’rr, everybody prolly high "Oh you ain't? What, you think you better? Muh’fucker, bye" Somebody getting stomped 'cause his eyes looking sideways Crying like a bitch, took a hit off the high-grade And ran back in, balling fists, looking irate Grabbed that motherfucker, hung his ass off the fire escape Here come the four to the three to the two Somebody start crowdsurfing right out the blue Air getting thick, can't breathe, but it's cool Instead of living one life, you gon' need two Two chains, two shots, too drunk, 2Pac (Hit 'em up) Too late to stop, two more, do not— (Give a fuck) Today is lost, tomorrow not— (Gonna come) 'Til sun come up, tonight is to— (Get drunk)

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)

[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Three, here come the four to the five to the six Stabbing bound to happen if you acting like you rich Or you was yapping to the cap'n, hear they clapping on a snitch And smack him ninety-nine times just for acting like a hctib Say it backwards for the radio or scratch it like a itch Matter-fact, do not come back if you are sensitive to Ish Not the white whale-chaser—straight shots, double-fist Next week same time, hit the line around six Way too savage on the average, daily, asses get the tips Next established, you the ratchetest They have to be the lick to hit for cabbage Need a carriage at the front, so what is Lyft? The shit is done before the sun come up, you know it's time to dip

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)

#youtube #clppng #clipping band #hip hop #rap

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Tarzan, the xcharacter, specifically, is racist.

The story is too but like. Very specifically is Tarzan racist. A French guy had to yell at him to be less racist.

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Disney's version of Tarzan erasing all of the many Black characters from the story to petend Tarzan grew up in an "untouched pure wilderness" and never met another human being in his life until the white explorers show up is another example of the racist trope of "empty lands waiting to be civilized (by white people)"

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Club Down by Clppng

Lyrics:

[Intro: Daveed Diggs] Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] The schoolyard reeks of sewage, broken pipes, broken promise The thin man staggers lucid for this time of night Drying vomit dangles from the beard, step, mumble, shuffle, trip But the trajectory is clear, he's headed for the covered steps Tut, tut, it looks like rain He remembers A. A. Milne each time the sky is this kind of grey That or his favorite film, Gene Kelly Leaping Technicolor through the fray and feeling glorious The story is an allegory for his days, but night is coming now Vials snap, aluminum sounds Fibers slap as drops descend on tall cans It's all hands on deck to chase the pain away Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty pockets for product The money, horrors, the logic and babies holler from colic The symphony is tectonic, it shifts as the Earth is settlin' Precious metals are mined And a million minds have been meddlin' with time In the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck Golden goose from a fairy tale, shittin' Fabergé eggs Here snitches shit bricks, then quick to talk Pig Latin That black dart too slick for that kid tappin' a window While lookin' over his shoulder, stop lookin' over your shoulder You're never caught from behind as long as you keep movin' forward They long for the sleep like they mortal, these zombies But they got this portal in their minds And the molecules get rewired every trip they takin' through time And they trippin' nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting The pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting The feeling of guns pealing like bells in a telltale reeling Of bodies losing they feeling and falling down and the ceiling Is black from the smoke that's rising, the scent is just so enticing Descent is a small price for the right to live out your vices, now [Pre-Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down And every night after the club it goes down Plenty, plenty, mo' rounds, bodies, bodies on the ground On Broadway or Main Street they all stumble out To a dozen pairs of hands pullin' bottles from they mouths Hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out In the backseat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs] It's the city and the city and you only see one And it all looked pretty when it all begun But the shit has got to balance on the barrel of a gun All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit Can't change this shit, it's dangerous But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta

[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] Bitch, what you know about that? Don't act like a newbie New D boys get jacked, what you need is a New Jack Swing And a new truly discerning taste for the base, like a foodie Harmony's cruelly high when it's on his step Stepped on dope is a safety net And the dope fiends cry but they don't regret Everyone get high, go out 'til they

[Pre-Chorus: Daveed Diggs] Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down Why you fightin' all the shit that make the world go 'round? World go 'round, world, world go 'round Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs] It's the city and the city and you only see one And it all looked pretty when it all begun But the shit has got to balance on the barrel of a gun All the money in the world ain't gonna stop none of That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit Can't change this shit, it's dangerous But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta

[Outro: Daveed Diggs] Got the twenties and the fifties wrapped up under all the ones Two for twenty, five for fifty, you could move a couple tons You could put it in the blood or you could put it in the lungs But, whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun with That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit Can't change this shit, it's dangerous But it really ain't nuttin' to a gangsta

#youtube #clppng #clipping band #rap #hip hop #urban decay

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clipping. - Air 'Em Out [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

Lyrics: 

[Intro] (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on) Should've made the noose a little tighter 'Cause it ain't nobody dead— Yeah

[Verse 1] We who are about to bang them drums (Bang) Beating on a dead body, riding shotgun (Ah) Talking that shit, bitch, bite your tongue See that ship over your city, better run (Run), run (Run) Your war is like a board game where he come from Already bored, claiming you're gang, "Pyong!" go the gun Boy, he on some other shit, check your solar system, bitch Don't let a motherfucker catch you sleeping at the wrong sun (Wrong sun) Son a hater, send him into orbit Higher than these motherfuckers claiming is they purpose Turned and asked your partner why he started acting nervous Rrr-r-rat! Keep talking, that's lip service Rats! Decided it was time to hit the surface Cats! Sleeping on it, write 'em off like cursive Drown a fucking hater, his experience immersive Now that he can feel it, call the doctors and the nurses up [Chorus] What you gon' do about it? Ain't nothing new about it Should've made the noose a little tighter 'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muh'fuckin' riders Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe), air 'em out (Got the fire!) Air 'em out (Wanna see?), air 'em out (No!) Should've made the noose a little tighter 'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muh'fuckin' riders

[Verse 2] Try to play a killer soft like silk (Soft) Ol' Frelk-ass gotta pay for the milk Lies high off these lows when they step up in the party Where they got up in they O's like some fucking Oankalis So it's whips and chains (Chains), that's they game (Yup) Like it was in bulk, back when a mack could slang With his partners, tryna make his fucking name in the traps All the way from Panshekara to the Kefahuchi tract (Pack) Snatch a hoochie with a smile, tap her from the back If somebody try to stop you, tell that dick to back-back Back-back, back-back, stack racks, invisible Five deep, strapped, hanging out a black dirigible Playing shit is critical, masses massive Masked mass murderer, mastiff Barking at the moon that done been walked on, hit the kill switch Your ass still moving backwards when they choke you with that real, trick!

[Chorus] What you gon' do about it? Ain't nothing new about it Should've made the noose a little tighter 'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muh'fuckin' riders Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe), air 'em out (Got the fire!) Air 'em out (Wanna see?), air 'em out (No!) Should've made the noose a little tighter 'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muh'fuckin' riders

[Verse 3] Come up off your smooth talk, playa, this raspy (Ahem) You stuck on Morse code, playa, this ASCII Your birthright make you scared to get nasty The keyword is "Kemmer"—that's what your ass need (Yup) Anybody bugging, get it in the mandible (Shit) Got a problem, better hit 'em on they ansible Ain't nobody flying just because they fly here You could trip sets—real playas trip lightyears Tightrope time, twinkletoes, and what? Is you riding or not? E'erybody's hands up Who they want? (Who they want?) Game over (Game over) Old leech calling anyone who ain't sober Old leaking-ass man in the corner Talking that shit to the sky is a warning You might wanna pay attention what he saying 'Cause the Ekumen ain't everything and these killers ain't playing, ho!

[Chorus] What you gon' do about it? Ain't nothing new about it Should've made the noose a little tighter 'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muh'fuckin' riders Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe), air 'em out (Got the fire!) Air 'em out (Wanna see?), air 'em out (No!) Should've made the noose a little tighter 'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some muh'fuckin' riders

[Outro] (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on, ride on, ride on) (Ride on)

#youtube #clppng #clipping band #music video #black music #rap #hip hop #scifi #slaps this song: would you belive all the scifi refrences in it? #flashing

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Oh no I remember The Get Down I am so angry that they cancelled it

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its so fucked up how the get down wouldve been literally a perfect show if it wasnt for the last 20 fucking minutes of the last episode. the universe is full of endless cruelty

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Malay, 6LACK - The Get Down - "Shaolin's Theme / Pray" Clip

Lyrics:

[Verse 1: 6LACK] Born in the jungle, it's the lion's den What the hell you gon' do when it's your time to spend I'm thinkin' to myself "should I take that chance?" Do I not? The streets callin' and it's in my hands You either runnin' from the cops or you runnin' the block Do the devil's work and hope you don't get shot Yeah I'm still young but all work no play Student of the game, one day sensei Now I do anything for my fam Even if that means I gotta push a couple grams To get a couple grand Momma told me it won't be easy Runnin' through these streets in a flash, can't see me I'd do anything for my fam I might have to do some shit that you don't understand To get a couple grand Momma told me it won't be easy

[Hook] So I bow my head and pray So I bow my head and pray Don't let 'em get in my way, ay Don't let 'em get in my way

[Verse 2: 6LACK] Proceed with caution, the city don't sleep Just know that when you fam everybody gon' eat My homie from the corner just passed last week Said he would live forever when I asked last week It's crazy I wanna be patient but Time is tickin' I cannot waste it love Money, power, respect, until I am the best King of all things, it is I in the flesh [Hook] So I bow my head and pray So I bow my head and pray Don't let 'em get in my way, ay Don't let 'em get in my way

[Hook] So I bow my head and pray So I bow my head and pray Don't let 'em get in my way, ay Don't let 'em get in my way

[Bridge: 6LACK] Get it how I live Follow what I feel And I know I can use some change But sometimes to make it out you gotta do some things Get it how I live Follow what I feel And I know I can use some change But sometimes to make it out you gotta do some things

[Hook] So I bow my head and pray So I bow my head and pray Don't let 'em get in my way, ay Don't let 'em get in my way [Hook] So I bow my head and pray So I bow my head and pray Don't let 'em get in my way, ay Don't let 'em get in my way

#youtube #the get down #malay #6lack #shaolin fantastic #black music #music video #hip hop #flashing

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Martha Wells (handshake) Edgar Rice Burroughs: being obsessed with physically powerful people still being socially acceptably skinny

#sounds like how Patricia Briggs wanted us to know that none of the werewolves in the Mercy Thompson series are fat #or look over 30

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“I am African first, I am Black first I want what’s good for me and my people first And if my survival means your total destruction Then so be it! You built this wicked system They say two wrongs don’t make it right But it damn sure makes it even!”

— Sister Souljah, The Hate that Hate Produced

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The Coup- 5 Million Ways To Kill A CEO

[Intro: Scratches] Help me out Yo, yo, yo, yo! Help me out Yo, yo, yo, yo! [Chorus: Boots Riley] We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go [Verse 1: Boots Riley] Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin’ On the turf debatin’ how to get it percolatin’ He workin’ you while we happy just to work a day But I'ma slap him ‘til my blood starts circulatin’ (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Do your checks have elasticity? Did they cut off yo’ 'lectricity? Did you scream and yell explicitly? Force the boss into complicity (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) I’m a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil Rollin’ dope fiend rentals through your residential Broke as fuck, eatin’ lentils with no utensil Finna teach pimp class with a ho credential (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) They own sweat shops, pet cops, and fields of cola Murder babies with they molars on the areola Control the Pope, Dalai Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah Bump this rollin’ in your bucket or your new Corolla Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out Yellin’, “Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!” Wanna know what this demeanor’s 'bout? City tried to clean us out Green is clout, shut 'em down, they ain’t never seen a drought You interviewed but they ain’t callin’ you back And for the record I ain’t called it a gat But tuck this in the small of your back Wait in the bathroom stall 'til I tap (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) [Chorus: Boots Riley] We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go [Verse 2: Boots Riley] 'Cept this game ain’t slow, it’s the creeper If you a janitor, get a street sweeper Ugly is even skin deeper If you can’t get the Pres, get the VeePer (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) They made the murder scene before there was a coroner I mighta been born here but I’m a foreigner Spillin’ swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni’s kid Flip off the lid, who you pourin fo’? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller (uh) “Gangster of Love” just like Steve Miller They wear skivvies that’s made of chinchilla Factory in Mexico, bought a spring villa I’m from the land where the Panthers grew You know the city and the avenue If you the boss we’ll be smabbin’ through, and we’ll be grabbin’ you To say, “Whassup with the ra-venue?” (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the [Chorus: Boots Riley] We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go We’ve got 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go [Verse 3: Boots Riley] Tell him it’s a boom in child prostitution When he show up at the stroll, give him lead restitution You could throw a twenty in a vat o’ hot oil When he jump in after it watch him boil (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in If you can find he can swim Put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend Videotape and the party don’t end (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Tell that boogers be sellin’ like crack He gon’ put the little baggies in his nose and suffocate like that Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Make sure you ain’t got no priors Don’t tell 'em that we conspired We could let him try to change a flat tire Or we could all at once retire (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) There are just a few of the [Chorus: Boots Riley] 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go 5 million ways to kill a CEO Slap him up and shake him up and then you know Let him off the flo’, then bait him with the dough You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Y'know how this go [Verse 4: Boots Riley] Bay Area, get ready to brawl Bay Area, are you ready to brawl? L.A., get ready to brawl L.A., are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Chi-town, get ready to brawl Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, are you ready to brawl? Detroit, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Atlanta, are you ready to brawl? Atlanta, you ready to brawl? Houston, get ready to brawl Houston, get ready to brawl (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) New York, are you ready brawl? New York, are you ready to brawl? London, get ready to brawl London, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Capetown, get ready to brawl Capetown, are you ready to brawl? Tokyo, get ready to brawl Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) [Outro] Yeah The Coup (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Boots Riley, Pam the Funkstress It’s really goin’ down (Yo, yo, yo, yo!) Yeah, ya know, in case you didn’t know, gats are comin’ The Coup You know, sum'n, sum'n (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)

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Take Me Home (feat. Gurrumul)

[Verse 1: Briggs] You can’t contain my authority, restrain the minority Take the head, everybody, and follow me From a long line of leaders and warriors I paved a path through the face of intolerance

[Verse 2: Trials] Through the face of a colonist, half-arsed apologist Celebrating death on Australia Day More they making a change, more they staying the same In a blink watch an officer turn into a coroner

[Verse 3: Briggs & Trials] You ain’t got the balls to walk these corridors Gripped with claws in Namorrodor’s jaws “Everything’s getting hairy,” no doubt, brother And if things don’t change, somebody’s getting buried

[Chorus: Briggs & Trials] You wanna take this home? (Yeah) Where it at though? I don’t know Where it at though? I don’t know They put a bed in a cell and they call that home You wanna take this home? (Yeah) Where it at though? I don’t know Where it at though? I don’t know And when I find that, leave it all behind and then I go

[Verse 4: Trials] Yeah, I stay clever to the man Hip to the game, watch them reclaim Saw them speak up, watch them detained Again, again, again, again

[Verse 5: Briggs] They claim brotherhood, but never act how a brother would Put it on my name, we ain’t the same, get it understood And pass the nulla nulla to the other fulla

[Verse 6: Trials] See, love is good, but love is blind You got pride in what, son? Leaving kids behind until they die and the rest getting locked up? Nah, we making change, no question Call myself Trials ‘cause my people don’t get them

[Bridge: Briggs & Trials] Take me home Take me home, where I live Where I love, where I fight, where I feel Take me home, where I live Where I love, where I fight, where I feel Take me home, where I live Where I love, where I fight, where I feel Take me home, where I live Where I love, where I fight, where I feel Take me home, where I live Where I love, where I fight, where I feel Take me home (Yo, Cleverman)

[Chorus: Briggs & Trials] You wanna take this home? Where it at though? I don’t know Where it at though? I don’t know They put a bed in a cell and they call that home You wanna take this home? Where it at though? I don’t know Where it at though? I don’t know And when I find that, leave it all behind and then I go

[Outro: Trials] Play me out, brother (Yo, Cleverman!)

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clipping. - Shooter [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

[Verse 1] Don’t move nothin’, statue Shooter ‘bout to go nuts, cashew Need cash off the books, past due Real cheese for the cooks, rat food He got drums for that ass, get fucked Get your face rearranged, Nip/Tuck Do heavy in the streets, big truck Get money, get money, that’s a stick up Your wallet or your life, choose one Come up off the lettuce, crouton You been sleepin’ on the shooters, futon No donation on computers, move on Clerk’s shittin’ in his drawers, skid row Thought shit was just a hood game, skip rope Shooter read the face real quick, CliffsNotes Kissed the shoe with the .45, mistletoe

[Hook] Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You don’t want it with a shooter Shooter, shooter, shooter Cause he got guns and the shit gon’ bang Yeah, the shooter brought guns and the shit go bang Hands up, got guns in this bitch, go bang Motherfucker better run when this shit go

[Verse 2] Hangin’ off the rooftop, King Kong Bullets serenade the streets, theme song Ain’t takin’ no hits, clean bong Just need it in an outlet, three-prong Tired of puttin’ in work, weekend Now we gettin’ it shine, sequin Silence on the gun barrel cause he’s sneakin’ Found a spot the pigs can’t get to him, vegan Look at all the folk runnin’, marathon Like they ain’t got baggage, carry-ons Killin’ is the best medicine, diagnosis Got death on his breath, halitosis Choppin’ people like they veggies, Top Chef Like a game at a carnival, Wyclef Think you’re playing? Just watch, Timex Cameras roll cause he hot now, Pyrex

[Hook] Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You don’t want it with a shooter Shooter, shooter, shooter Cause he got guns and that shit gon’ bang Yeah, the shooter brought guns and the shit go bang Hands up, got guns in this bitch, go bang Motherfucker better run when this shit go

[Verse 3] Got a towel on his face, mophead Gettin’ money in the desert, hot bread Wish he had a way home, bread crumbs Drink himself into a coma, red rum Solider’s eyes playin’ tricks, sandwich Need to get more info, bandwidth Bunch of signs there to read, pamphlets But that was not to be, Hamlet Enemy jumped on his back, monkey Wasn’t leavin’ no scraps, junkie He was wavin’ his hands, krumping Whole body like soup, dumplings Wavin’ AKs at him, step team Finna blow his ass away, jet stream Leave his brain in the sand, head trips Caught his ass on demand, Netflix

[Hook] Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You don’t want it with a shooter Shooter, shooter, shooter Cause he got guns and that shit gon’ bang Yeah, the shooter brought guns and the shit go bang Hands up, got guns in this bitch, go bang Motherfucker better run when this shit go

#flashing #?

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CLIPPING - Nothing Is Safe

[Verse 1] Everyone safe and sound; this how family do Only homies around, everyone here is crew Somethin’ foul in the air, somethin’ feelin’ askew Wind is in the pipes, is that whistle callin’ for you? Don’t holler; it’s cool Windows boarded and sealed, doors are bolted and locked Product cookin’ on pace, weaponry fully stocked Bodies sleepin’ in shifts, other bodies keep watch Bullets are for anybody caught runnin’ up in the spot, the pop, the pop Drop the lights, so drop low, something shot from the trees Went straight through the front door, homie drop to his knees Blood seepin’ from his neck, as he struggle to breathe Wooden floors stained wet, gets soft the more that he bleeds, he leaves, believe

[Pre-Chorus] Didn’t no one summon what was comin’ But it creepin’ on a come up Now it’s right up in your face Face it, let it resonate up in your bone a minute When you shiver, make a sliver Big enough for it to have a space Ripped life slipping away Maybe you can make it out with just a little bit of grace But it truly doesn’t give a fuck about the fear you feelin’ It is here to make you understand that nothing is safe

[Chorus] Nothing is, nothing is safe Nothing is sacred Nothing is safe, nothing to pray for, nothing is safe, nothing is Nothing is

[Verse 2] Cut the light and stay low; all is quiet and still Peerin’ through the window, starin’ over the field Scent of death in the air, nothing out there looks real Close the homie’s eyes, now is not the time to be feelin’, really load up Furniture to the walls, barricade you inside Lose the lights in the hallways, everyone gon’ be fine Phone that no one should call starts to ringin’ one time All the homies’ eyes slide to it then the walls split from the outside The air rushes in; it’s cold as fuck, bullets slappin’ like hail, more homies struck down The mission has failed; the wood is split, splintered chandelier falls and smashes hard Glass and steel everywhere in every throat, screams in protest You all are dyin’, and really will anyone care? Truth, like death, comes for everyone

[Pre-Chorus] Barely had to summon what was comin’ It was creepin’ on a come up Now it’s right up in your face Face it, let it resonate up in your bone a minute When you shiver, make a sliver Big enough for it to have a space Ripped life slipping away Maybe you can make it out with just a little bit of grace But it truly doesn’t give a fuck about the fear you feelin’ It is here to make you understand that nothing is safe

[Chorus] Nothing is, nothing is safe Nothing is sacred Nothing is safe, nothing to pray for, nothing is safe Nothing is Nothing is

[Verse 3] Death is comin’ for you, but you already knew that Thought the clique up brought you some safety up in this pack But that didn’t add up, back up, stand up, strike a pose With your gat up, that’s what they like, you suppose They gon’ rack up, stack up that stuff that you stole But the fact of status wrapped up in black cold Caskets cannot be ignored; runnin’ so fast should had an award Homies got gassed for cash from that score Y'all could have made a dash just after one more So your foot up on the gas and smash ‘round the corner Only one man was sent to the coroner Wasn’t part of the plan, but damn, the fast foreign Whip was too quick to flip and fast-forward The past smashed every wall, pillar and floorboard Ashes to ashes, dust in the lung Fire now on everything, gasoline been poured Last piece of action 'fore you succumb Just catch a glance of what could have done this Somethin’ 'bout how he walks remind you of someone You look and see a gun, a man with no face A golden halo that could be the sun

[Pre-Chorus] Long ago, you summoned what was comin’ It was creepin’ on a come up Now it’s right up in your face Face it, let it resonate up in your bone a minute When you shiver, make a sliver Big enough for it to have a space Ripped life slipping away Maybe you can make it out with just a little bit of grace But it truly doesn’t give a fuck about the fear you feelin’ It is here to make you understand that nothing is safe

[Chorus] Nothing is, nothing is safe Nothing is sacred Nothing is safe, nothing to pray for, nothing is safe, nothing is Nothing is

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[thenixkat]

Story 7 by clppng

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Kimberly couldn’t believe what she was seeing Video was grainy but she could make out his face It clearly had to be Steve Hadn’t seen him in maybe, what? It couldn’t be more than a couple days Who was this bitch on her knees? She was not even pretty, fuck He better not still be up in her place She fishing ‘round for her keys Check the lock, it is broken in Impatiently, a scowl on her face Kimberly opens the door She wasn’t ready, drops the keys Drops to the ground and tries to catch her breath Steve was still there on the floor What was left of him, gnarled bone The body parts are piled in a mess How easily she ignored All of the scratches, could be nails or could be teeth Certainly not a knife She should have looked at the floor Follow blood to the window sill Where it went up and out into the night

[Chorus 1: Daveed Diggs] Cynthia strolling through the moonlight Casually wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth Cynthia knew Steve wouldn’t do right From the moment when he had said that he wouldn’t eat her out Cynthia singing on a blue night Temporarily satisfied but she knew that wouldn’t last Cynthia steps into the Brew Right Thirsty for a drink and to find someone to help hours pass [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] After Randy had sent the photos He decided that he had just earned a drink Shit, he’s celebrating the end of a horrible case He never had to see that woman Kimberly ever again He thinks, shit, he had completed the task that was simple enough She knew her man was cheating like they always do She only needed proof So he got to tailing the brown Chevrolet And he’ll say this for Steve, he knew what he was doing So good that he almost got away with all of his bullshit But Randy wouldn’t get paid, and let’s face it He needed every dollar that this little job could make The bookies were calling with more regularity He would rather keep his kneecaps still unbroken Thank you, if it’s all the same, shit Nothing had changed, he was the definition of in a rut Anyway, job well done, he saunters on into the Brew Right pub The spot pretty jumpin’, he spies a seat at the bar Orders the scotch and then feels a gentle hand on his back And he turns to meet the eyes of a woman Who tells him her name is

[Chorus 2: Daveed Diggs] Cynthia, cross-legged at the bar now holding up a drink Wink, lips Cynthia whispers and his heart now takes another beat Think, skips Cynthia, tongue along his ear now, maybe he should pay The tab Cynthia knows just where to go now, and they leave and hail A cab

[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] He say, is this the type of thing where he pay? And if so, he gon’ need a rain check (check, check) She say, “You can have this one for free, bae” As she licked the lips and started bitin’ on his neck He say what’s crazy ‘bout this, between the bites and the kisses Is he ain’t been in a taxi since back when he lost his sister But Cynthia isn’t listenin’ to him, she on a mission The moon is full and she hurtin’, and he might be the prescription And now she pullin’ up her dress, and he grabbin’ on her breasts And she start to see the throbbin’ in his veins And she get ready for the s— But just then the cabbie pulled the taxi over quick Click, pop-pop, silver flashes mixed with red and that was it

[Chorus 3: Daveed Diggs] Cynthia is choking on her blood now The cabbie walks off into the night unseen while Cynthia, still locked in Randy’s hug now 'Cept for the oaken window high above the scene and Cynthia looks straight into her doom now Little 'Trina watches everything that happens down below But doesn’t scream and Cynthia is howling at the moon now Tomorrow, 'Trina’s gonna wake up Wondering if it was really all a dream

[Outro: Daveed Diggs] Cynthia Cynthia Cynthia