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sometimes you feel tired, feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.

[Intro:]
‘Cause sometimes you feel tired,
feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.

[B/W Intro:]
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left

[Verse #1:]
Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em
Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing them
Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them
And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts when I’m stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop.
Amoxacilin is just not real enough.
The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.
Your coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck.

[Chorus – NateDogg]
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out – am I high? Perhaps
I’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out
I’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.

[Verse #2:]
Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when your real
and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it
cause you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.
Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in.
I got a list here’s the order of my list that it’s in.
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me.
But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy, so when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me.
That’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me.
Even though half you people got a fucking problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press’s wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.

[Chorus – NateDogg]

[Verse #3:]
Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart
what is he thinking? How not to go against me? Smart.
And its absurd how people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict
I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest.

[Chorus – NateDogg]

[Outro:]
[Eminem & Natedogg Echo:]
Until the roof
The roof comes off
Until my legs
give out from underneath me

[Eminem:]
I will not fall,
I will stand tall,
Feels like no one could beat me.

Infinite, You heard of hell well I was sent from it, I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments – Em

Lyrics:

Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your motherfucking mind, we represent the 313
You know what I’m saying?, cause they don’t know shit about this
For the 9-6

Verse 1:
Aiyyo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely whack with just a fraction of my tracks run
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
I’m sliming grills of roaches, we sprayed and disinfects
and twist the necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hit’s a snare and bass in a track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain’t no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland…
I’m Infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it…
I’m Infinite

Verse 2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense
I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp,and then two feet to rinse
I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands
My coil hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC’s are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC’s and stand the only one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator
There’s never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it…
I’m Infinite

Verse 3:
Man I got evidence I’m never dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I’m assuming all responsibility
Cause there’s a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC’s
Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is specialer, My skill is intergalactical
I get cynical act a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn’t practical
I’d rather let a tactical, tact full track your fancy
In fact I can’t see, or can’t imagine
A man who ain’t a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit
I’m tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit
I’m infinite

Chorus X2
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I’m trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I’m tempted to make another attempt at it…
I’m Infinite

Why Hip-Hop aint the same.

Imagination has been replaced fully with literalism.

Before

After

I’m all for all types of ways to express yourself in music but too much of one thing is bad. And in this case there needs to be a balance between literalism and imagination.

What I love about the more imaginative lyrics of past mc’s is that they transcend you past the person, race and gender and makes you appreciate genius metaphors, use of language and knowledge.

This skill needs to be retained to inspire creativity to the youngers, this is the one thing that Hip-hop excels well above other genres of music.

Don’t dumb your shit down, elevate people to your level.

POT OF GOLD – I show love for every that makes Good Music. Big up to Sir Mic doin his thing, gona listen to that mixtape shortly.

Pot of Gold by Parv, Sir Mic & Miss Culley – Directed by Dominic Brancaleone Dom Beno Productions – De Facto Entertainment

From the ‘Working Class Hero’ mixtape from Sir Mic http://www.mediafire.com/?mf9f2tmtc9mvjl5

Take a look in the mirror, And see the bigger picture, Its good to be alive, Its good to be alive, Nobody is an island, We are part of an environment, Only way we are gonna survive, Is if we harmonize.

We’re Not Alone – Nas (featuring: Mykel)

(Mykel)
Where was life there was water
We depend on mama nature
There is a message for tomarow
Everything connect`s to you
Some says soon there will be over
You can see it in the weather
Out of tune with mama nature
What you do comes back to you

Were not alone
Were not alone
Were not alone
Were not alone

(NAS 1)
Confucius, Confucius
Sigmund Freud
And Fard Muhammad
Is it evolution or God?
Searching for the truth is a threat
Seems the closer we get to the truth
State troopers or FEDs come out to silence you
My house in Malibu probably tapped
Because living next door to Demi Moore
Plus, I’m black
Plus, I want vengeance for the poor
Who’s attacked daily
Patriot Act never scared me
Jake in the Taurus
Sticky in the jar-s
Niggas I’m with got warrants
America’s brown and
Twenty years from now
Every town will be brown and Latin
Or African, look at Manhattan
I’ma tell you what I seen with my three eyes
Word to me, not a hoax, back in 9-9
A spacecraft in the skyline
In L.A., in daytime, ask Horse if I’m lying

Every mother every father
Raise your sons and your daughters
With respect and with hornor
From the seed comes a fruit
Its an unbroken circle
All of life is universal
And we are all in the struggle
If i know one thing is true (If i know one thing is true)

Were not alone
Were not alone
Were not alone
Were not alone

Evidence remains in debate
Documents of our own Air Force base
Additional terrestrial information
Other planets with life population
My observation
Scientists study pictures of a flying disc
Right on earth, anthropologists are finding shit
Visitors, probably live with us
They can mimic us
It’s sort of what we seeing in the cinemas

Take a look in the mirror
And see the bigger picture
Its good to be alive
Its good to be alive
Nobody is an island
We are part of an survive
Only way we gonna survive is if we harmonize

Were not alone
Were not alone ohhh
Were not alone
Were not alone ohhh

Reginald Lewis
The black billionaire
Before Oprah or Bob Johnson
How’d he disappear?
Conspiracy theories, UFO’s in the air
I’ve seen it with my own two eyes
And I swear, like Warren Buffet
Real money I’m just trying to touch it
The diamond-encrusted shit, live illustrious
‘Cause we was deprived of it, suffered
Now we pop to prove anything’s possible
My pimp strut was invented when they whipped us
Now we diddy-bop just to show you that our strength’s up
Just when niggas about to see they cut
Global warming about to burn us up
Niggas never really seen paper in this world
American blacks the teenager of this world
Give us twenty more years to grow up
Already geniuses; what I mean is this
I used to worship a certain Queens police murderer
‘Til I read the words of Ivan van Sertima
He inserted something in me
That made me feel worthier
Now I spit revolution
I’m his hood interpreter

Take a look in the mirror
And see the bigger picture
Its good to be alive
Its good to be alive
Nobody is an island (is an island)
We are part of an environment (an environment )
Only way we are gonna survive (gonna survive)
Is if we harmonize(harmonize)

Were not alone yeah yeahh
Were not alone were not alone
Were not alone yeah yeah
Were not alone
yeahhh yeahh not alone

Ayo I’m American born. Love america
Love my people Love all man kind
All nationalities you know. I think it just recent,
where everybody just started to feel like their
was an elite group that runs everything ,and
everybody else was sheep ignorant making all
ethnicities colors and creeds niggers blind to what
really is going on so i say take off the wool from your
eyes out with the Old America in with the New end all
racism all injustice all oppression to poor people any
people anywhere in this planet lets come together a
new day is rising.

Lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine, We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin – AZ

Nas feat. AZ Foxy Brown Canibus Nature

[nas escobar]
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin
What the fuck’s up son?
We could do this word up, we could do this

Chrous: the firm

Spend too many nights on the henny gettin right
Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
I can’t call it, it’s goin too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never rewarded
(repeat 2x)

[canibus]
At a thousand degree celsius I make mc’s melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
And change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
Nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback
Running bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital dat’s
It’s critical black, that canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
Tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit’s wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
Til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
Y’all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From fox boogie in the see-through brasierre, to nasty nas here
My nigga nature’ll explain it further if it’s not clear

[nas and foxy brown]
Millionaire look at the sky make sure it’s still there
Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year
Pierre cardan back in a dapper dan time
Now flex, angle wrecks, foxy rock van klein

[nas escobar]
Initiated to the firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
Initiated to the firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit

[az the visualiza]
Yo lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine
We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin
Blaze up, make fire, light your purple haze up
Betcha tired, bitch ass niggaz need to be caged up
So raise up fuck the playin, I’m sick of layin
I can picture sprayin off an sk, shells ricochetin
Snatched up, in supreme court, eyes half shut
Co-defendant caught a life sentence, seem him crack up
React what, who will, bail two mill’
Nigga cool still bet I’ll be home before the news will
Blast fuse and leave purple frank matthews
Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules
Incog-ged, another had more deez involved
Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved
Daily routine, speakin up for niggaz who sling
Hand to hand on them street corners claimin you king
It’s time to lock this, join with us, let your glock spit
Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggaz drop snitch
Get your guns out, it don’t take much for me to dumb out
Play one route, lay ya shit down and run south

[nature]
Here’s the cause of this shit, more statistics
Deeper than the laws of physics, malibu sand ,the gorgeous bitches
Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true desperado, one that never choose sides
And show sympathy, just qb, an entity
Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me
Image is nothin just obey your thirst
I blaze the purple haze, sit in a daze, then display your birth
For those concerned or just eager to learn
I speak for the firm, was told to keep the cheeba to burn
Stashin my riches, past traditions, like olympics
Pass the torch flip shit so y’all could picture my thoughts, I’m driftin
It’s type ill wakin up lookin like filth
Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill
Genetically form grade a pedigree
Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free
Theoretically peep how we bless this, young and restless
Guns and westins, learnin to connect through lessons
From cool feats to camps, niggaz shoot back
It’s a proven fact, nine-seven’s mine, y’all niggaz move back

Chorus

I live and die for Hip Hop, This is Hip Hop of today, I give props to Hip Hop, so Hip Hop hooray…ho…hey…ho!

Naughty By Nature – Hip Hop Hooray
From The Album – 19 Naughty III
Download Link:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=MWLGGVV3

(Vinnie)

You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn’t make my day, Hey!
I’m rockin’ and you’re yawning
But you never look my way, Hey!
I’m lickin down you darlin’
In every single way, Hey!
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green card’s on the way!

(Treach)

This ain’t got shit to do wit shampoo
But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya
Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made
Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips
Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit.

(Vinnie)

Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown
Some ask how it feels
How the deal is that we’re real so we’re still around
Don’t lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain’t tryin’ to be handsome
Shrinkin’ what ya thinkin’ cause I’m vampin’

CHORUS:

I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray…
Ho…Hey…Ho

(Treach)

You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo’ ground
Being low down I do the showdown wit’ any little ho round, no!
I wanna know who you’re believing through you’re funny reasons
Even when I’m sleeping you think I’m cheatin’
You said I know you’re Mr. O.P.P. man yo PP man won’t only see me man
You should’ve known that I was wit if a bit when I ain’t hit it
And step not to consider the Rep Heck!
I did your partner cause she’s hot as a baker cause I’m Naughty by Nature
Not cause I hate cha!
You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark.

You try to act like something really big is missing
Even though my name’s graffiti written on your kitten
I love Black women always and disrespect ain’t the way
Let’s start a family today Hip Hop hooray…ho…hey!

Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray!
There’s many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop’s
Hip top today swerve what cha heard
Cause I ain’t bailing no hey ain’t choppin no crops
But still grownin ever day!

(Vinnie)

Here’s a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns
Snatchin’ crowns from clowns beat downs are found
Don’t know me don’t come around.

Tippy tippy (pause)
Tippy tippy (pause)
Sometimes creepin’ up I eat em up
Your style is older than Lou Rawls!
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn’t miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
You could have crews wit shoes and can’t step to us
Some kitty purr I call em sir too
Any trick that diss gets a curfew
I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof
My problem solvers name is Mook!
I hittin’ woodys in a hoody
Peace to Jesette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood gee!
That’s right my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray…ho…hey…ho!

Smooth it out now!

Tyler The Creator – Yonkers

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