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One Man Army

by DVS (aka Bonez)

Released 2005
Dark Night Records
Released 2005
Dark Night Records
The coming of age sounds of a writer & independent emcee dedicated to the craft. Bonez (aka DVS) shows that artists don't need record labels to realize their ideas - the basic idea and message behind 'One Man Army'. Honest stories by a young man in conflict.
  • 06:08 Lyrics The Ram (Intro)

    - HOOK -
    I wasn't born in the projects, and I wasn't raised by no gangstaz/
    Neva took no bullets but fuck it! U can call me crazy, but I'm thankful/
    No, I don't act like I'm black! And I don't pretend like I'm white!/
    I don't even call myself Hispanic dick! I'm just Henry a-ight?/
    but you can call me DVS when you hear me bangin' through your speakers/
    and I can school you on the mic, so homie don't make me have to teach you/
    I've been in this rap game long enough/ to see through a phony and call his bluff/
    so you wannabe thugs got ballz and nuts/ I'm about to show you all wuzup/

    - VERSE 1 -
    the High School graduate & University no-show/
    cuz my ass was too busy lookin' for beatz for this dope flow/
    got a sick ass crew, but I was born to go solo/
    and so u don't miss my fuckin' point I'll spit it so slow/
    My nieces and nephews 'll understand what I'm sayin'/
    they'll hear the tone of my voice and already know I'm not playin'/
    no, this ain't that h-i-p - p-o-p spittin' in layman's/
    but it's not that complicated/
    Dark Night Entertainment/
    one rapper's new chapter/
    that's causin' massive disaster/
    to multi-platinum actors/
    leadin' attacks on these bastards/
    chargin' as fast as a raptor/
    swingin' and slashin' them daggers/
    I'm-a put my ballz in their throat
    and that'll be all that she wrote/
    It's so ridiculous how I spit it/
    so vicious with the quitckness/
    no fuckin' shit bitch! i'm gifted/
    I ain't just produce it, I mixed it/
    a black belt on the mic, feelin' right at home in the studio/
    my name is DVS and I'm reportin' for duty yo!/

    - HOOK -
    I wasn't born in the projects, and I wasn't raised by no gangstaz/
    Neva took no bullets but fuck it! U can call me crazy, but I'm thankful/
    No, I don't act like I'm black! And I don't pretend like I'm white!/
    I don't even call myself Hispanic dick! I'm just Henry a-ight?/
    but you can call me DVS when you hear me bangin' through your speakers/
    and I can school you on the mic, so homie don't make me have to teach you/
    I've been in this rap game long enough/ to see through a phony and call his bluff/
    so you wannabe thugs got ballz and nuts/ I'm about to show you all wuzup/

    - VERSE -
    It's been 4ever & 3 days/
    since I started reppin' VA/
    w/out a band or a DJ/
    or big-tit hoes in bustiers/
    and I've kept too quiet too long/
    constantly writin' new songs/
    puttin' my studio 2gether so I could finally do it all/
    I quit gettin' high & finally started savin' my ca$h/
    I couldn't live like I was 18 no more, put it way in my past/
    along w/chasin' sluts givin' up that butt cuz they crazy & fast/
    man I got my eyez on the prize, I'm focused, and it's too late 2 go back/
    so just consider this the introduction to something that's comin'/
    I'm about 2 make u feel the heebies runnin' up in ya stomach/
    just like your 1st time in the backseat fuckin' in public/
    go run & tell all your friends "god damn I luv how he does it"/
    and yes it's very necessary 2 make my entrance like this/
    I'm-a keep on rockin' like John Lennon did in '76/
    until I go out w/a bang, and I don't mean emptying clips/
    I mean a retirement orgy, cuz I'm-a get buried in tits/

    - HOOK -
    I wasn't born in the projects, and I wasn't raised by no gangstaz/
    Neva took no bullets but fuck it! U can call me crazy, but I'm thankful/
    No, I don't act like I'm black! And I don't pretend like I'm white!/
    I don't even call myself Hispanic dick! I'm just Henry a-ight?/
    but you can call me DVS when you hear me bangin' through your speakers/
    and I can school you on the mic, so homie don't make me have to teach you/
    I've been in this rap game long enough/ to see through a phony and call his bluff/
    so you wannabe thugs got ballz and nuts/ I'm about to show you all wuzup/

    - VERSE -
    Man I luv the 1st album, but I knew something was missing/
    like sayin' goodbye 2 your lover w/out no huggin' & kissin'/
    so for those who heard The Chain Letter & still wasn't convinced, it's/
    time I dropped the damn bomb on all u son-of-a-bitchez/
    ROLL CALL! DVS, 2 Men-E, Technician; C'MON!
    Ms.Kandi, Dark Night Entertainment. C'MON!
    and this is just the beginnning/
    I'm no longer stuck in this prison/
    I control the buttons & switchez/
    and I make the fuckin' decisions/
    and I got the mic & the floor, so why don't u shut up & listen/
    cuz when I told u I'm the real deal - I wasn't just kiddin'/
    and that doesn't mean I'm the tightest, but now u know I ain't average/
    I spit the whole truth & nothing but the truth like Michael Savage/
    and I've been waitin' 4 this moment for a long time, let's get it on!/
    my goal is to deliver a banger w/each & every song/
    until I retire, or until the day I'm dead & gone/
    I'll fight until the last breath like Optimus & Megatron/

    - BRIDGE -
    My mission is simple I'm here 2 take out the garbage/
    and bring respect back 2 every cat spittin' raw shit/
    but everything's turned Pop, man somethin' is wrong with/
    this misdirection of rappers, it's gettin' 'em lost quick/
    I c so many cars & hoes it's makin' me nauseous/
    I'd rather shoot my video on stage in front of a moshpit/
    got my mic in my left hand, my right got my ballz gripped/
    don't act like u don't know the words, c'mon - sing along bitch!/

    - HOOK -
    I wasn't born in the projects, and I wasn't raised by no gangstaz/
    Neva took no bullets but fuck it! U can call me crazy, but I'm thankful/
    No, I don't act like I'm black! And I don't pretend like I'm white!/
    I don't even call myself Hispanic dick! I'm just Henry a-ight?/
    but you can call me DVS when you hear me bangin' through your speakers/
    and I can school you on the mic, so homie don't make me have to teach you/
    I've been in this rap game long enough/ to see through a phony and call his bluff/
    so you wannabe thugs got ballz and nuts/ I'm about to show you all wuzup/

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  • 05:38 Lyrics FlaVA

    - HOOK -
    I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/ and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/ Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/ if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/
    Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/ this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, everybody say.../ Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!/

    - VERSE -
    Nobody could've seen me comin', I'm a ghost/ runnin' up on your blindside, gettin' mighty close/ to puttin' both hands around the mic by the throat/ and droppin' the antidote with a much higher dose/ than the radio got your mind used to swallowin'/ I'm tryin' 2 set ya mind free from the box it's in/ if u ain't worried about the state Hip-Hop is in/ then u don't really give a damn about it prospering/ everybody & their mama got a demo tape/ but how many emcees really demonstrate/ that they ridin' first class, not second rate?/ compared to me lyrically you're a featherweight/ I'm a T-rex hunting you Compies/ and I'm hungry as fuck, so can't none of you stop me/ from rippin' in and out, over and under this hot beat/ light speed's too slow, punch it to mach 3/ barely got started and I already lost you/ I'm done with the first album, u ready for part 2?/ stompin' the comp flat as a pancake/ ladies on the dance floor make ya ass shake/ everybody's lovin' this VA style/ and all you wannabees still tryin' to be 8 Mile/ you better wake up & pick up a pen, this ain't the movies/ don't no bangin' groupies wanna hang with you chief/ north, east, west, or u from the south/ it don't matter where you're from so shut your mouth/ as long as you raw, droppin' nothin' but bangers/ everybody's gonna bump it like it's something contageous/ so keep pullin' verses out the magic hat/ and put it down with your talent cat/ for all the hardworking rappers in your habitat/ because it ain't about pride, it just happens that.../

    - HOOK -
    I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/ and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/ Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/ if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/
    Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/ this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, everybody say.../ Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!/

    - VERSE -
    And as long as I'm armed with a pen & dope beats/ I'm-a always put it down for the 7-0-3/ I get the job done like a proffesional B/ even if it means that I ain't gettin' no sleep/ fuck it, I'm-a do whatever it takes bitch/ until my last breath like Neo in The Matrix/ a working class hero is something to be/ but not for me, that shit doesn't appease/ cuz I'm tryin' to live large like fuckers in Clifton/ and party like we do when we down in Richmond/ workin' in the studio for hours spittin'/ 'til we fryin' mics and burnin' out equipment/ no joke man, the way that I rhyme/ I'm-a drop shit like I've been living off Five Guys/ and doin' the mixdowns holdin' a Mai Thai/ feelin' right at home like Bone on the 9-9/ everywhere I go, got a pen and paper/ cuz I can't guarantee that I'll remember later/ lotta short term memory went up in smoke/ when I was back.... when I..../ (forgot my shit) and I don't have to make sense like the random killings/ of a D.C. sniper, cuz man I'm chillin'/ puttin' down this mic would be a whack decision/ I'm-a rhyme 'til Malvo gets out of prison/ rhyme 'til FCPD lose weight/ and everybody with a badge got a 32 waist/ rhyme 'til my ass gets old and wrinkled/ (over-shared that one man, don't you think so?)/ fine, how about 'til I'm out of my mind/ and out of lines like - damn it, I forgot how to rhyme/ rhyme 'til this album is referred to as classic/ and VA stands for Verbal Assassins/

    - HOOK -
    I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/ and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/ Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/ if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/
    Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/ this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, DVS gonna.../ Fuck you up, fuck you up, fuck you up, fuck you up,/ fuck you up, I'm-a fuck you up, straight fuck you up, just fuck you up,/ so DON'T HATE!!

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  • 04:52 Lyrics Enough Is Enough

    We gotta get away, gotta get away...




    - VERSE -
    Here you go again, lookin' through my phonebook for other girls' names/
    I've been with you three years, now my whole world's changed/
    you used to take care of me when I was sick, and hold me/
    and now you've become a possessive, jealous control freak/
    I recall back when you would give me my space/
    now you curse me out, slap me, and spit in my face/
    all the good times are gone, the joy is forgotten/
    and part of it is my fault for spoiling you rotten/
    everytime I step out, you want an explaination/
    so what's your definition of trust, interrogation?/
    no basis for the accusation, only speculation/
    I didn't pick up the phone, so what I kept you waiting/
    ...I'm tired of being called a liar/
    where's the girl I used to know? It's gettin' hard to find her/
    you're NOT forgiven, but what you expect me to say?/
    puttin' that knife to your wrists just to get me to stay/



    - HOOK -
    
I say I love you, but I hate you/
    I can be unhappy all alone, it doesn't take two/
    you say you love me, but it's a damn lie/
    we should just walk away now and never ask why/
    We gotta get away, gotta get away...



    - VERSE 2 -
    
Here I go again, lookin' through your dressers for notes & love letters/
    your ex keeps sending you. I'm more than just jealous/
    cuz if I can't have you, nobody else can/
    I'm lookin' in the mirror like "you really need help man"/
    I know I'm not happy, but I can't let you go/
    long as misery loves company we'll never grow/
    so we both want out, and it couldn't be any worse/
    girl you can't leave me, cuz I'm leaving you first/
    what is it about you that brings the worst out of me?/
    I'm callin' just to check up on you hourly/
    you better pick up, and be ready with details/
    you're out with your friends? Well they better be females/
    you say it's a guy and no way I'm-a stay cool/
    if I can't have girl-friends, you'll play by the same rules/
    I just wait for you right outside of your house/
    man, I can't believe the words comin' out of my mouth/

    

- HOOK -
    
I say I love you, but I hate you/
    I can be unhappy all alone, it doesn't take two/
    you say you love me, but it's a damn lie/
    we should just walk away now and never ask why/

    We gotta get away, gotta get away...

    - VERSE 3 -
    Here we go again,...
    fightin', then breakin' up/
    cryin', then makin' love/
    fightin' again, breakin' up/
    I love you and I hate your guts/
    and even all our friends know we're wrong for each other/
    so do our sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers/
    and anybody we go out with better run/
    cuz we're bound to argue and spoil everybody else's fun/
    how did we get this way? where did we go wrong?/
    it's just too late to start singing that old song/
    forgive me baby, take me back/
    we're never gonna stray from the way we act/
    until one of us leave and say enough is enough/
    too much has gone wrong, it wasn't just trust/
    it's over now, it's been over for the longest time/
    either one of us are happy here girl, it's all a lie/

    We gotta get away, gotta get away...

    - HOOK -
    I say I love you, but I hate you/
    I can be unhappy all alone, it doesn't take two/
    you say you love me, but it's a damn lie/
    we should just walk away now and never ask why/

    We gotta get away, gotta get away...

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  • 05:15 Lyrics 2 Cents

    - VERSE -
    So you want me to hit the club & do a little 'lean back'?/
    swallow all of your bullshit and fake like I eat that/
    you want me to go blind and not see this industry's trap/
    like "here, hand us your career if you want your cheese rat"?/
    you want me let you run my program like I don't have no plans/
    be somebody else's voice and brainwash my own fans/
    you wanna tell me what's best for me like "yo, do this instead of that!"?
    sign over my life and never get it back? Never that!/
    been a pleasure doin' business, but you know where you can stick it/
    cuz I ain't sellin' my soul, even if it means it'll probably get me rich quick/
    you got me all wrong thinkin' I'm in this for the jewelry/
    like I'm tryin' to make my first couple mil and spend it foolishly/
    whoever's just tryin' to look like everybody else is who it be/
    but throwback jerseys and hats don't have shit to do with me/
    how many cats in the mainstream really got talent? too few it seems/
    on a scale of 1-10, i'd give you puppets like a 2 or 3/
    there's no originality now, it's all the same old nonsense/
    video hoes with no clothes, even the rappers wanna be topless/
    and America's lovin' every minute, they don't really wanna stop this/
    we want conscious rap, but they want rap without a conscience/


    - HOOK -
    D - Even if it means I don't get paid
    V - Even if I gotta stay underground
    S - I'm happy here, I never said I wanted out
    And I'm - tellin' all you muthafuckaz right now
    D - Don't ever get me twisted with Hip-Pop
    V - Vicious emcees don't ever quit and run
    S - This is just a sample of things to come
    And I'll - Never put this muthafuckin' mic down


    - VERSE -
    I really hate to sound like I'm hatin', but this industrys creating/
    a complicated situation for so many tryin' to make it/
    their so busy celebratin' that their shit's in heavy rotation/
    on TV and radio stations that their egos inflating/
    so instead of makin' a statement with the music they makin'/
    it's been replaced by Hip-Hop for the enjoyment of corporations/
    that's why so many albums got so many fuckin' collaborations/
    to put a smile on every face that'll end up splittin' the paycheck/
    so if you only like them catchy tunes playin' in the club 2nite.../
    ...I don't give a fuck what you like/
    you think these poppy emcees got skills cuz these days that shit is "hot"?.../
    ...it wouldn't be if Pac didin't get shot/
    assassin on the mic and I'm-a keep spittin' 'til their good riddens.../
    ...try me if you think I'm bullshittin'/
    I'm-a make all my opinions public, hate it or love it.../
    even if it means I never make it, fuck it/
    I'll pledge allegiance to the Hip-Hop community/
    and every true emcee I've learned from who's influenced me/
    all my family and friends who push me to pursue the dream/
    shout out to my brother Yak, Verbal Assassins 2 & 3 4ever/


    - HOOK -
    D - Even if it means I don't get paid
    V - Even if I gotta stay underground
    S - I'm happy here, I never said I wanted out
    And I'm - tellin' all you muthafuckaz right now
    D - Don't ever get me twisted with Hip-Pop
    V - Vicious emcees don't ever quit and run
    S - This is just a sample of things to come
    And I'll - Never put this muthafuckin' mic down

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  • 03:47 Lyrics Our Time 2 Shine

    - VERSE -
    I'm a rare breed rapper with a rock star attitude/
    who practice the martial arts, ready to damage you/
    but I don't go lookin' for beef, I do the opposite/
    you can find me at the studio droppin' hits/
    always got something to spit, look bitch/
    I'm more vicious on the mic than I am with a hook kick/
    I know my purpose, I know what I stand for/
    and I'm-a get mine, you better go in and grab yours/
    or somebody else will, so don't let it happen/
    cuz he who thinks life is a joke isn't laughin'
    you gotta be a warrior mentally, physically/
    I'm so raw even my enemies are feelin' me/
    you never in your life heard nobody like me/
    I graduated from school with a rhyming degree/
    but I switched my major, started tryin' the beats/
    now I'm a one man army and life is a breeze, beast!/


    - HOOK -
    All my real emcees in the house 2nite/
    keep doin' what you do, launch a counterstrike/
    against every non-believer who doubts you tight/
    it's time for us to shine by puttin' out their lights/


    - VERSE -

    Man, I love the music, that's why I do it so fluent/
    I'm a beast in my natural habitat movin'/
    I can't work a 9-5 the rest of my life/
    I'd rather go across the muthafuckin' neck with a knife/
    end it all right now, cuz what's the point?/
    how 'bout I just sit on my ass and puff a joint/
    get drunk by myself, smack my broke hoe?/
    you'd like that wouldn't you? but that's a no-no/
    you probably wanna see me go bananas-loco/
    paranoid out my mind, gettin' harassed by popo/
    but I'm too old to get caught up in that shit/
    a little to young to settle down and have kids/
    I wanna be able to give 'em what they deserve in life/
    goin' for the gold and the platinum certified/
    I'm tryin' to retire by the age of 25/
    have a party in my honor and hang my jersey high/


    - HOOK -
    All my real emcees in the house 2nite/
    keep doin' what you do, launch a counterstrike/
    against every non-believer who doubts you tight/
    it's time for us to shine by puttin' out their lights/


    - VERSE -
    Drivin' down the highway, speakers bumpin'/
    in an '02 Accord, no need for frontin'/
    just rehearsing a rhyme, sippin' tea or something/
    don't worry about the tracks, man I keeps 'em comin'/
    there's so many talented emcees without a deal/
    and so many emcees without a clue how they feel/
    tryin' to be that rapper in the video/
    steppin' out the car to the bar with a pretty hoe/
    you ain't nothin' if you can't be yourself/
    and you stuck in a fantasy world beyond needing help/
    I'd rather drop something that might inspire you/
    than take you out the game because I'm sick and tired of you/
    there's too much drama in the rap game anyways/
    for me to add to it by tryin' to make enemies/
    so I'm-a just ride off approaching the sunset/
    you ain't heard nothin', I ain't close to done yet/


    - HOOK -
    All my real emcees in the house 2nite/
    keep doin' what you do, launch a counterstrike/
    against every non-believer who doubts you tight/
    it's time for us to shine by puttin' out their lights/


    And the band keeps playing on...

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  • 04:19 Lyrics Fingaz Up

    - HOOK -
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...If you got mad liquor in the brain and you still maintain/
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...man, it's only like 8 'til 3, we in the place to be/
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...if you feelin' alive & loco and despise the popo/
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...everybody's goin' crazy G, that's what you came to see/


    - VERSE -
    Ay-yo, the boyz are back with something new and improved/
    ain't a lot of rappers that can fool with this crew/
    y'all muthafuckaz can't do what we do/
    like Technician, DVS and 2 in this booth/
    time to celebrate another album release/
    by gatherin' up a huge mass in the streets/
    I perfected the rhymes, mastered the beats/
    lethal weapon on this mic, who's askin' for beef/
    call the crew and tell 'em "y'all gotta come thru"/
    we havin' a party at the crib, so bring a lot of that brew/
    I already got the Henn dawg, and the Malibu/
    bring anybody you want, just leave the attitude/
    anywhere you want but don't bring it in here/
    or you tappin' NO liquor, you drinkin' NO beer/
    get 'cha ass out, fron door's open wide cuz/
    nigga I don't need you in here blowin' my buzz/


    - VERSE -
    Drape a shirt, pull'a pant, buck'a lion, lace some kicks/
    rock'a blaze'or a cap, put a watch on my wrist/
    then I'm out with the quickness/
    exceedin' the speedin' the limits/
    puttin' the crew to the limits/
    tellin' my niggaz who is this/
    2 Men-E, and I'm picky at the party, 'cause I'm only drinkin' Henney/
    so I got my personal pint supply/
    fLy guy swoopin' through, like a hawk with an eye/
    not a bird, it's a third, that is really watchin' you, too/


    - HOOK -
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...If you got mad liquor in the brain and you still maintain/
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...man, it's only like 8 'til 3, we in the place to be/
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...if you feelin' alive & loco and despise the popo/
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...everybody's goin' crazy G, that's what you came to see/


    - VERSE -
    90 proof in the booth, drunk to the tooth/
    all these birds flock to the fruit/
    jockin' a dude like a Pac & a 2/
    fuck them hoes, need a bob and a brew/
    to the cop in the blue, eat a cock and the two/
    nuts in my drawers bust in ya jaws/
    I'm buzzed like a saw forget what you heard and fuck what you saw/
    we rugged and raw, stay duckin' the law/
    takin' a chance like pluckin' a straw, you duck and you crawl/
    when you see Technician, DVS - Bread & Butter/
    come with Kamal, (...aka 2 Men-E...) stunnin' 'em all/
    round of applause, big ups to my dawgz/
    who's down for the cuase, and all you broadz,
    strip down to ya bras/ and if I'm shroomin'/
    I'm fuckin' it raw, fingaz up 2 the stars/


    - VERSE -
    We doin' this shit until the sun come up/
    and everybody's either passed out or drunk as fuck/
    and I'm feelin' mad good cuz it's nothin' but/
    all of my closest peepz showin' they love for us/
    throw ya fingaz up, waive 'em right to left/
    this ain't the kinda party track that you might expect/
    but I don't really give a - what? damn it, I forget/
    I had a lot to drink, but it ain't life or death/

    It's just a party, no need to trip/
    it's just a party, no need to trip/
    it's just a party y'all, no need to trip, see/
    it's just a, it's just a, no need to, no need to/


    - HOOK -
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...If you got mad liquor in the brain and you still maintain/
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...man, it's only like 8 'til 3, we in the place to be/
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...if you feelin' alive & loco and despise the popo/
    (Throw ya fingaz Up)
    ...everybody's goin' crazy G, that's what you came to see/


    - OUTRO -
    All my peoples in the front, fingaz up, throw 'em high/
    cuz we don't give a fuck about neighbors tryin' to shut this party down/
    Now all my peoples in the back, fingaz up, throw 'em high/
    cuz we don't give a fuck about the police tryin' to shut this party down/
    All my peoples in the front and the back, fingaz up,/
    cuz we don't give a fuck about 'em, we don't give a fuck about 'em/
    I said all my peoples in the front and the back, fingaz up,/
    no we don't give a fuck about 'em, we don't give a fuck about 'em/
    All my peoples in the front and the back, fingaz up/
    cuz we don't give a fuck about nobody tryin' to shut this party down/
    All my peoples in the front and the back, fingaz up/
    no we don't give a fuck about nobody tryin' to shut this party down/

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  • 04:19 Lyrics Drunk By Myself

    - VERSE -
    Too many shots of the Captain, drunk by myself, and I'm trying not to think about you/
    but it's too late, I'm in another mindstate, head spinning and I'm pissed cuz I'm here without you/
    trying to keep calm, sweaty palms, veins popping out my arms thinking about the last time that I saw her/
    I should've told her then that I know we're only friends, but I can't pretend to not want to take this farther/
    we've known each other all this time, and I'm lieing when I say I'm doing fine cuz my mind keeps on suffering/
    should I flip this friendship in an instant with a quick kiss, or just keep on wondering/
    what if it doesn't work out? Or, what if it does? Or. what if I decide to just stop fuckin' with love/
    I'm becoming obsessed, overstressed, cuz I can't just up & confess, better think of something because.../


    - HOOK -
    I'm drunk by myself, thinking "damn this can't be right" cuz it feels like/
    you don't even know I exist, and I just keep throwing down cups of/
    Hennesy, coconut Captain Mo's, Jack & Coke, knowing that it won't/
    bring my soul no peace, but at least I can just sit here and get fucked up


    - VERSE -
    Too many sips of the Cognac, drunk by myself, still trying not to think about you/
    eyes bloody red, can't barely feel my legs, head spinning, and I'm pissed cuz I'm still here without you/
    I wonder if she knows the real deal about how I feel? Something about the way we make eye contact.../
    but who am I kidding, this shit is probably forbidden, we're getting a little too close, better slide on back/
    I gotta be honest with myself, I don't know what I hope to accomplish, maybe I'm just burned out/
    too much thinking, and way too much drinking, I don't even got no room in my life for no girl now/
    but I can't keep on pretending to be strong, feeling weak staring in my empty glass/
    like nobody in the world is even giving a damn about this pitiful man like "Fuck Henry's ass!"/


    - HOOK -
    I'm drunk by myself, thinking "damn this can't be right" cuz it feels like/
    you don't even know I exist, and I just keep throwing down cups of/
    Hennesy, coconut Captain Mo's, Jack & Coke, knowing that it won't/
    bring my soul no peace, but at least I can just sit here and get fucked up

    - SKIT -
    "you have two new voice messages, first voice message:
    "Yo, this is yourself calling. You're probably drunk as shit by now, so I guess I gotta remind you NOT to call her. You're gonna sound like an idiot, you're gonna make things even worse...thank me for it later."
    (click)


    - VERSE -
    Too many times I've been drunk, trying to sober up, before I start going nuts, cuz every time I see you/
    I know you got a man, and I try to understand that I gotta keep the flirting on the low and just be cool/
    but it gets harder everytime you tempt me so inderectly, and I'm starting to read the signs/
    we must be a little bit more than friends so don't pretend you've never thought about being mine/
    (cuz if I didn't know better) I'd swear that you want me as bad as I want you/
    but I'm-a let that thought marinate, and wait until I'm straight, cuz now I ain't just stressed, I'm drunk too/
    trying to keep from throwing up (up...up...up...), I want to let you know what's up (up...up...up...)/
    and when the time is right, baby I just might, right now - I'm tryin' to find out who put this hole in my cup...!?!


    - HOOK -
    I'm drunk by myself, thinking "damn this can't be right" cuz it feels like/
    you don't even know I exist, and I just keep throwing down cups of/
    Hennesy, coconut Captain Mo's, Jack & Coke, knowing that it won't/
    bring my soul no peace, but at least I can just sit here and get fucked up


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  • 03:43 Lyrics Lust Story

    - VERSE -
    She was perfect in every way until I got to know her/
    as soon as she started running her mouth, it was over/
    I knew it wouldn't be nothing serious between us/
    but a penis, on her back with her knees up/
    it wasn't jack shit to get inside of those jeans/
    listening to her scream, tellin' me she's having dreams/
    about me gettin' deep inside of that thang/
    cuz I drive her insane, who am I to complain/
    it's not like I'm the only one getitn' what I want/
    it isn't exactly like I'm beggin' her to jump/
    on top of me so I can see me hit it from the front/
    and finish it off by givin' head until I come/
    and spittin' for this chick wasn't even an option/
    so I didn't see no reason to stop this/
    I couldn't put a price on seein' her topless/
    a dime from head to toe, and DVS got rich/
    it could've been a one night stand that ended peaceful/
    but what do you know? we're back for the sequel/
    I must've been feelin' her as much as she was feelin' me/
    I would've never guessed we'd complete the trilogy/
    something was wrong, and I knew I was in danger/
    when a couple nights later I returned the favor/
    and I didn't give a fuck, I'd do it again/
    I know a lot of niggaz would in pursuit of this 10/


    - HOOK -
    We didn't do nothin' but lust/
    and she couldn't have earned my trust/
    me, I was so caught in the moment/
    I didn't think about any hearts gettin' broken/
    we didn't do nothin' but sex/
    and she started becoming obsessed/
    me, I knew that it had to end soon/
    but I kept gettin' pulled back in the bedroom


    - VERSE -
    It's a damn shame, I don't even know this girl's last name/
    even though I'm in the backseat gettin' mad brain/
    3:30 in the morning and I gotta be at work/
    I guess I'm workin' overtime and this is probably a perk/
    and I wasn't tryin' to be a jerk when I hit & run/
    cuz she was havin' just as much fun when I'd give her some/
    maybe I'm a little slow, but callin' me Papi/
    wasn't exactly what I'd call tryin' to stop me/
    she was lovin' every minute, fuck what you heard/
    it wasn't just like I kicked her but to the curb/
    why would I wanna do something absurd/
    like throw away my chance to get up in her skirt/
    a little more than one time? because one isn't enough/
    but that's just me, maybe for some of you it was/
    this one night stand lasted about three weeks/
    give or take a couple days we didn't spend between sheets/
    speaking body language in difficult positions/
    I felt like what we had was turning into an addiction/
    I was losing control, caught in the whirlwind/
    not to mention I kinda sorta had a girlfriend/
    I had to snap out of it and try to get past it/
    so I ended it, but damn it was fun while it lasted/
    we didn't even give each other one little last kiss/
    it started too fast, and ended just as quick/


    - HOOK -
    We didn't do nothin' but lust/
    and she couldn't have earned my trust/
    me, I was so caught in the moment/
    I didn't think about any hearts gettin' broken/
    we didn't do nothin' but sex/
    and she started becoming obsessed/
    me, I knew that it had to end soon/
    but I kept gettin' pulled back in the bedroom


    - VERSE -
    Now, for everybody out there callin' me a dog/
    I'll be happy to accept that apology from y'all/
    cuz spittin' the harsh truth doesn't bother me cuz I'll/
    admit I'm full of shit to say there's no dog in me at all/
    but let's be honest though ladies/
    does everything I'm sayin' really sound that crazy?/
    takin' somebody to bed doesn't mean you want their baby/
    actin' like none of y'all out there ever played me/
    shit, women got game, you better recognize/
    you livin' outside of the reality, step inside/
    some of y'all housewives are freaks undercover/
    otherwise your husband might be with another/
    and I don't got no kids, no ring, no wife/
    always use a rubber cuz I'm tryin' to live my life/
    and when I settle down you won't see me actin' dumb as shit/
    I'm gettin' that out of my system while I'm young and fit/


    - HOOK -
    We didn't do nothin' but lust/
    and she couldn't have earned my trust/
    me, I was so caught in the moment/
    I didn't think about any hearts gettin' broken/
    we didn't do nothin' but sex/
    and she started becoming obsessed/
    me, I knew that it had to end soon/
    but I kept gettin' pulled back in the bedroom

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  • 03:56 Lyrics Let It Go

    - VERSE -
    Back when I just started writing rhymes, it was "keepin' it real"
    and not a damn thing's changed, I stil speak what I feel/
    though I was young, and I was dumb, and I exaggerated some/
    I never acted brave, I was, and I didn't have to play with guns/


    - VERSE -
    I cherish anonymity, my parents had a tendency/
    to put some sense in my, my destiny is to rest in peace/
    and improve progressively, you best believe each breath I breathe/
    I leave 'em with the recipe for sucess, and bless 'em like the heavenly/


    - VERSE  -
    Since birth had my mind Right/
    don't understand, so a nigga gotta highlight:/
    Rrhapsodize Iintelligence, Ggruesome Hhandles/
    "T" for "Ttouch Ttatics, Ttechniques Tteachin' each in Ttime"/


    - HOOK -
    Bringin' no honor to the game/
    man you oughtta be ashamed/
    you better (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)/
    your exaggerations never quit/
    even your homies know you're full of shit/
    you better (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)


    - VERSE -
    Partially, all I wanna get is a chill environment/
    deuce, coupe, and a lady, wit'a house for my kids/
    second home in Kingston, read a book/
    write a journey, and you listen when I spit/


    - VERSE -
    Much luv to everybody keepin' it honest and true/
    as long as I'm reppin' VA, this is my promise to you/
    I'll never switch up when I make it big, like a lot of us do/
    cuz I'll forever spit the truth as long as I'm in this booth/


    - VERSE -
    (let it go) You're proud of gettin' shot/
    (pathetic hoe) you're proud of gettin' caught/
    (let 'em know) you're loud and sayin' squat/
    you're mad about the bling/
    you lust to be a player, you must just need a prayer/
    I'm deep on every layer, y'all can eat my derrière/


    - HOOK -
    All you throw-back jersey with the matchin' hat rats need to/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    I give a fuck what kinda car you drive/
    you softer than your rawest rhyme/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    Fakin' like you're strapped with gats/
    talkin' 'bout "gangsta" this and "gangsta" that/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    So what? You popped somethin'?/
    muthafucka, stop frontin', please/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    All that bling around your neck/
    but you can't buy respect/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    your bitch-ass wants to be/
    everything that you see on TV/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)


    - VERSE -
    Blessed with the gift of gab/
    I'll shine, but I'll skip the fad/
    your blind if you don't spit the facts/
    mankind ain't equipped to last/
    unless you swallow pride, let it go, better grow, fly straight/
    like a hetero, righteous blood flow from head to toe/


    - VERSE -
    And niggaz better start mindin' their character/
    because their character's being watched by too many/
    and don't get it twisted, 'cause I'm not talkin' I/
    I be talkin' kiddies, 'cause I see'em chasing lies/


    - VERSE -
    And if we intend to grow/
    and take Hip-Hop down a better road/
    gotta start rappin' about experience instead of hoes/
    And I wonder what y'all sound like tellin' the truth, but I guess we'll never know/
    cuz you're lyin' ass can't just let it go/


    - HOOK -
    All you old emcees in your mid-life crisis/
    thinkin' that you're the tightest/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    You stupid, actin' like you teach/
    and you don't practice what you preach/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    There's no integrity/
    under the man that you pretend to be/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    Man, if you ain't down for change/
    and you want everything to sound the same/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    showin' off a six-pack/
    cuz you can't rap for shit, jack/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go/
    Just be honest if you're in it/
    for the money and the women/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    You're lying about the women in your bed/
    you're suckin' dick instead/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
    you got it twisted/
    man, your credibility is non-existent/
    (let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)

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  • 04:41 Lyrics Only Want U (feat. 2 Men-E)

    - VERSE -
    I know we talked about her, it wasn't real big/
    but now you really wanna know what the deal
    is/ she's comin' on kinda strong after so long/
    and it doesn't make any sense to you, it's all wrong/
    see, we had what we had, but it's done now/
    it happens everyday, somewhere, somehow/
    all of a sudden the girl you thought was right for you/
    isn't anymore, finally one more fight - you're through/
    and I've been there, done that, and moved on/
    broke down, got back up and grew strong/
    you've been through the same too, maybe harder than mine/
    but even though they're in the past they're a part of our lives/
    still, that was then, this is now, it's about us/
    but "us" may as well not even be without trust/
    and I don't want her, that's why I'm with you/
    but one day she just started to give clues/
    she called cryin' about 2 or 3 and/
    I was just tryin' to be a decent human being/
    and lend a shoulder, but then she started pleading/
    that we should get together sometime for no reason/
    my heart skipped a beat, I stopped breathing/
    something in her tone sounded misleading/
    she's been an angel, she's been a demon/
    then she asked me to stop by that evening/
    and just so you know, I didn't think twice/
    I told myself "none of this shit's right"/
    and so I asked her "yo, what's up with the invite?"/
    look, I gotta get some sleep, and it's way after midnight/
    it was obvious to me she's still mad that I chose you/
    you're a princess, and she's a cold shrew/
    and I could never just blow her off and be so cruel/
    but my Mama didn't raise me no fool/


    - HOOK -
    I don't want you thinkin' that I'm hiding something/
    cuz I don't wanna have to see you cry for nothing/
    she's sayin' that if I take her back/
    she's gonna make my dreams come true/
    can't let you think I'm hiding something/
    no I can't just let you say goodbye for nothing/
    I don't care if she's fine, or how hard she's tryin'
    to be mine, I only want u/


    - VERSE -
    I was heading out, tryin' to get dressed quick/
    cuz that morning I was taking you to breakfast/
    and she dropped by unexpected/
    tryin' to catch me off guard, hoping I'd be tempted/
    red sweater pulled over a tight dress/
    she never looked better, and I don't know - I guess/
    she must've thought I was still a dog and might fetch/
    but all I saw in front of me was a fine mess/
    said she only wants to talk, well that's fine/
    I tried to be kind, and so - one last time/
    I trusted her, but I made a mistake/
    all she did was try to start taking your place/
    her conversation got dangerous/
    she started goin' on about how she changed so much/
    and so I told her "guess what, so have I"/
    "whatever you and me had, it's over - bye"/
    and I still don't know why I even let her get close/
    or why she thought that I would ever let go/
    I almost believed she was just a friend of mine/
    instead she followed every footstep i left behind/
    but even if i was dumb, deaf, and blind/
    and we were the last 2 people left alive/
    I wouldn't take her back, not in a million years/
    kicked her out the door still in tears/
    and told her never to come back/
    actin' like a hoe, let go of my nutsack/
    she had her chance and burned her bridge
    and I promise you this time it's permanent/
    see, you're so beautiful inside and out/
    that I've never been more content with life than now/
    all the hard times you showed me love through/
    how could I ever place another girl above you?/


    - HOOK -
    I don't want you thinkin' that I'm hiding something/
    cuz I don't wanna have to see you cry for nothing/
    she's sayin' that if I take her back/
    she's gonna make my dreams come true/
    can't let you think I'm hiding something/
    no I can't just let you say goodbye for nothing/
    I don't care if she's fine, or how hard she's tryin'
    to be mine, I only want u/


    - BRIDGE -
    Can't spend another minute lookin' over my shoulder/
    tried to be loyal, every night I wanna hold her/
    by the time you hear this track it'll be all over/
    it's the way that shit blows when I supernova/
    cuz I need space/
    God damn, look at her face/
    when I tell her a lie, talkin' from below the waist/
    thinkin' all of the cryin' is gonna keep me to stay/


    - HOOK -
    I don't want you thinkin' that I'm hiding something/
    cuz I don't wanna have to see you cry for nothing/
    she's sayin' that if I take her back/
    she's gonna make my dreams come true/
    can't let you think I'm hiding something/
    no I can't just let you say goodbye for nothing/
    I don't care if she's fine, or how hard she's tryin'
    to be mine, I only want u/

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  • 06:16 Lyrics Buck-N-Change

    - VERSE -
    You talk man, but you ain't really mastered this art/
    a clownfish in open water tryin' to battle a shark/
    you get no shine for that rhyme, I'll put you back in the dark/
    I'm still a Verbal Assassin comin' after the marks/
    and this time I'm only rippin' out half of your heart/
    you tryin' to go song-for-song, man - imagine the thought/
    and you can freestyle forever but that isn't smart/
    unless you got something to show for it you babble & stop/
    and that's it, so get back quick and let a man spit/
    gasoline for saliva boy, and the match lit/
    so many rappers aren't much more than just actors/
    and you sleepin' on me? I'll turn over the matress/
    hey, wake up and get with the times, connecting the lines/
    ain't a lot of minds as inventive as mine/
    when I sit down with a pen and make sentences rhyme/
    record-enable the red button and press it and I'm/
    doin' what I do, how I do - like a veteran/
    flow been off the chain ever since The Chain Letter and/
    I'm not goin' anywhere, they should've never let me in/
    cuz I got rhymes like Bush's closet got skeletons/
    livin' in the US, born South American/
    mother-earth's baby, my own Mama's second kid/
    I claim no religion, and I'm sorry if you're sensitive/
    but I don't believe in the "kingdom of heaven" or where the "devil" lives/
    yeah I said it bitch, so hate me if you want/
    I ain't givin' a fuck, you can't make me pick it up
    I don't bow to the 4th branch or popular opinion/
    I hate everything PC, and reality TV/
    Making the Band with P DeeDee, I'd rather be/
    knee deep in feces and fresh out of T.P./
    Sell out? You obviously don't know DV.../
    ...S, and you need the facts like a broke hoe needs cheese/
    I got the remedy for all my enemies' jealousy/
    in the words of Paul McCartney, just Let It Be/
    you act like there's only room in this rap game for 10 emcees/
    and pretend to be the fuckin' big mack with extra cheese/
    please, I got 8 years under my belt/
    hearing all types of songs, cuz a bunch of 'em helped/
    to inspire this fire in me with something I felt/
    and made me feel I was invincible, untouchable, stealth/
    I grew up on Classic Rock, just ask my Popz/
    back then I wanted to sing, but that just wasn't my thing/
    and then my Mama turned her youngest son on to love songs/
    both of 'em taught me that music was the one bond/
    that everybody got in common no matter what's wrong/
    cuz pretty much every emotion done been touched on/
    cuz whether you're on cloud nine, or all of your luck's gone/
    music can make somebody feelin' weak stand up strong/
    and that's why I stay commited to writing lyrics cuz/
    it isn't just enough to make your point, they gotta listen up/
    and why I've given up freestyling pretty much/
    I'd rather take my time on a track like a woman I'm givin' some.../
    ...to ...let me catch my breath/
    because what happens next is an emcee at his best/
    bein' honest with himself whether he passed the test/
    or needs to take it back a step, and practice just.../
    just a little bit harder to perfect the song or/
    risk droppin' something that he's gonna hate in the long run/
    protecting myself like when I'm wearing a condom/
    cuz I can pack more TNT in this bomb son/
    a million emcees in this world, you fuck with the wrong one/
    and you might get burned, so enhance your calm son/
    you think you're all that, you think you're so fuckin' awesome/
    but in the end, being cocky is what's gonna cost you/
    it's idiots like you that love to start a fight/
    the kind I hear about when I'm turning the news on at night/
    who care about nothing, man you'd probably merc me/
    cuz I was friends wit 'cha girl and bought her a slurpee/
    and I don't have time for petty crime, I graduated/
    cuz I'm-a live fine, sellin' rhymes, stackin' papers/
    let unsigned talent shine, give them a chance to make it/
    and work with idols of mine, until I've collaborated with/
    Bone Thugs, Redman, Eminem, Alicia Keys/
    Canibus, Dead Prez, Mya, Talib Kweli/
    Wu-Tang, especially RZA, Immortal Technique/
    Linkin Park, Christina Aguilera, X to tha Z/
    Nas, Ludacris, Sticky Fingaz, D-R-E/
    Outkast, Evanescence, Vivian Green/
    Rakim, Mos Def, Jedi Mind Tricks, Res/
    Michael Jackson, Rob Thomas, KRS-One, Kurupt, Pink/
    to name a few, it'll be insane with whom/
    I'm gonna be making you...you fuckers raise the roof/
    so pour a double shot of something atleast 80 proof/
    and something to chase it too, and give me space to move/
    cuz I'm-a start wildin' out after a couple more sips/
    and start a moshpit with everybody up in the mix/
    a whole mess of people jumpin' 'round, shovin' and shit/
    and no one actin' like a bitch throwin' punches and kicks/
    we all came to party, not to get stuck in the lip/
    and don't nobody wanna catch a bunch of knuckles and fists/
    that includes you too, unless there's something I missed/
    and you got a death wish, or you just dumb as a brick/
    it's like you haven't learned nothin' since Biggie and Pac died/
    no one got arrested, do you really think the cops tried/
    to find out who done it? Listen, I'm not blind/
    the powers that be don't give a fuck about our lives/
    I wouldn't get on the mic just for fortune and fame/
    but I'd do it cuz I have something important to say/
    and I don't want no one believing that I'm something I'm not/
    like a thug with a glock that I bust at the cops/
    cuz lying about who you are doesn't impress me/
    and one final note to all you underground emcees/
    who listening out there, I just wanted to say/
    that if you're true to yourself, I wish you luck in the game/
    stay commited, even through all the thunder and rain/
    when it looks hopeless and you feel like cuttin' ya veins/
    just forget about yesterday, man up to the pain/
    I know exactly what you're goin' through, I'm stuck in the same/
    that's why I rip mics like I'm fuckin' insane/
    and, hell yes - DVS just spit a buck and some change/
    I said that's why I rip mics like I'm fuckin' insane/
    and, hell yes - DVS just spit a buck and some change/

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  • 04:23 Lyrics Tomorrow

    - HOOK -
    Today maybe I slipped up and fell down/
    today I might be to stressed out to help out/
    tomorrow I'll be ready for round 2, so watch out/
    cuz I'm-a be harder than ever for y'all to knock down/
    today I might be too weak to get back on my feet/
    today I'm hurtin' so bad that I won't get any sleep/
    tomorrow I'll be a soldier ready for combat/
    find every ounce of strength that I lost and get it all back/


    - VERSE -
    I'd be lying if I said that I don't know what it's like/
    to wanna give up on my dreams and hand over the mic/
    call it quits because my heart turned colder than ice/
    after my girl left me cuz I was goin' nowhere in life/
    and I'm not the only one who's ever wished they had that one chance/
    to make right that one big wrong, knowing you just can't
    when you've lost a part of you and you know it'll never come back/
    and you can't sleep, wondering how the fuck could I have done that/
    but you live and you learn, cuz the future isn't concerned/
    with every yesterday you've lost and every minute you've burned/
    you might have slipped up, but at least you were given a turn/
    so take the loss and ask yourself exactly what is it you learned/
    cuz you don't got it that bad, and you know what - neither do I/
    there's a lot of people in this world won't even be eatin' tonight/
    and if you ain't hit rock bottom there's really no reason to cry/
    so fuck keepin' it "real", and let's start keepin' it right/


    - HOOK -
    Today maybe I slipped up and fell down/
    today I might be to stressed out to help out/
    tomorrow I'll be ready for round 2, so watch out/
    cuz I'm-a be harder than ever for y'all to knock down/
    today I might be too weak to get back on my feet/
    today I'm hurtin' so bad that I won't get any sleep/
    tomorrow I'll be a soldier ready for combat/
    find every ounce of strength that I lost and get it all back/


    - VERSE -
    And I know a lot of people hearing this song that might think/
    your life's all good cuz you're always drunk or high on this great trip/
    and y'all are the ones that don't care, you'll go back to the same shit/
    rowing in circles on your own personal slave ship/
    feelin' sorry for yourself and bitching all day long/
    like your way is right and everybody else's way is wrong/
    and trust me cuz I know, not too long ago I was used to gettin'/
    my way all the time, 'til I learned the hard way - there was no future in it/
    I hurt, but it wasn't the first time I'd ever fallen down/
    I man'd up to the mistakes I made and turned 'em all around/
    and now I ain't lookin' back and wondering "how"/
    I'm lookin' forward to tomorrow, like "come fuck with me now!"/
    as I advance in a fighting stance through the pouring rain/
    this time I won't go insane knowing that shit is going to change/
    every year with different ups and downs, and you can trust that/
    but knock me down again, you better pray I never come back/


    - HOOK -
    Today maybe I slipped up and fell down/
    today I might be to stressed out to help out/
    tomorrow I'll be ready for round 2, so watch out/
    cuz I'm-a be harder than ever for y'all to knock down/
    today I might be too weak to get back on my feet/
    today I'm hurtin' so bad that I won't get any sleep/
    tomorrow I'll be a soldier ready for combat/
    find every ounce of strength that I lost and get it all back/


    - BRIDGE -
    Cry your sorrows today, forget about 'em tomorrow/
    forgive for pains you've encountered, you're not at your final hour/
    gotta give it tries, maybe even a thousand times/
    before you get it right, why won't you swallow your pride?/
    I've felt the pain, I've grown and yes, I have changed/
    get blinded by fear - you'll fade, I choose not to go that way/
    I won't give it up, I'll hurt 'til I'm tough/ Tomorrow is a new day/


    - HOOK -
    Today maybe I slipped up and fell down/
    today I might be to stressed out to help out/
    tomorrow I'll be ready for round 2, so watch out/
    cuz I'm-a be harder than ever for y'all to knock down/
    today I might be too weak to get back on my feet/
    today I'm hurtin' so bad that I won't get any sleep/
    tomorrow I'll be a soldier ready for combat/
    find every ounce of strength that I lost and get it all back/

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  • 05:54 Lyrics FlaVA (remix)

    - HOOK -
    I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/
    and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/
    Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/
    if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/

    Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/
    this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, everybody say.../
    Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!/


    - VERSE -
    I'm from Virginia, with roots Boliviano mano/
    sick, pero sano, I know/ the turf like an earth gusano chavo/
    from VA to DC/ to MD they know me/ know plenty token peepz/
    in the streets smokin' trees/
    and we flourish and thrive/
    as we nourish the tribe got a purpose to drive/
    us, saliva to rhyme/ and vagina to find/ and a mic to define/
    infinite bit encryptions/ with slight bit addiction/


    - VERSE -
    I've mastered the rythym and the rhyme/
    with a little bit of time/
    I'm-a get into your mind, I'm.../
    one seventy, standin' 5 foot and 9/
    keepin' to myself, stayin' quiet at times/
    but this ain't one of those times so I call up 2 and Def/
    put Tech and JT on the track and I got the recipe to put all of you in check/
    you better come correct or/
    you're nothin' but a pawn on the chess board/
    soft like the boy next door/ I'm cutthroat like Serpentor/
    spittin' through kevlar/
    and you better believe that I'm down to rock a whole show solo, fuck a hype man/
    because if anybody's gonna get this crowd loud and feelin' me, bitch - I am/


    - HOOK -
    I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/
    and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/
    Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/
    if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/

    Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/
    this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, everybody say.../
    Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!/


    - VERSE -
    Emcee Definite/ with the rhymes that I spit, be so infinite/
    so don't think that this movement end/
    just don't expect them credits to begin/ take that, take your overdose/
    just sit back, relax comatosed/
    I spit that funky flow that/ make muthafuckaz say "he got hallitosis"/
    oh shit with the potion/
    when you mix together - muthafuckaz say he move with the motion/
    I just rhyme and spit, and put these rappers in they place like a hostess/
    like Jim Jones, yeah I'm lovin' it/
    and I'm runnin' it, and controlling it/
    while the Hip-Hop runnin' through my veins/
    best believe that I know that I'm goin' for this/


    - VERSE -
    You have now stepped in to the restaurant/
    where 2 Men-E is your server nigga, tell me what you want/
    serve you all the type of murda using no type of gun/
    not a body killa, the dealer of no type of drug/
    yet I'm hustlin' my potential until I blow up/
    in the land of Highways and bi-ways, and running red lights/
    where the youngin's are troubled and livin' restless at night/
    so I'm barely sleepin' for keepin' an open third eye, dream alive/


    - HOOK -
    I'm from Virginia, got much FlaVA on the menu/
    and it don't matter where I go, east coast, west coast, I'll rock any fuckin' venue/
    Don't hate, cuz it's how u rock it, your state isn't really no topic/
    if u ain't drop-droppin' no HOT shit, man I got this VA underground sound on lock bitch/

    Richmond to Richmond Highway, all the way to Fairfax & back, u know who got the tracks & flow/
    this is dedicated to the ones who say there ain't no live Hip-Hop in VA, everybody say.../
    Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, FUCK THAT!/

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