• Advertisment

Category Archives: X

XV – The 27 Club Lyrics

December 15, 2011     No comments

XV – 27 Club Lyrics

[Hook]
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Cobain
Sex, money, liquor, cocaine
Rock, Roll, Peace, Love
Now welcome to the 27 club

[Verse 1]
Spit that wonder rhymer shit
That blow ya brain, Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit
Who gon’ bring the game back?
The same dude who spits rhymes ’bout dimes
and gives pennies for thoughts
Wont break for a dollar but ’bout to change rap
Endulging myself in liquor and wealth
With a chick who says she’s a Christian herself
We talk, our upbringing
Before she go down swinging
Just a couple 80′s baby’s who walking around dreaming
I’ma die young is what we walk around singing
Mind full of ideas, who can’t him out of believing
Sink to the bottom, it brought up all of our demon’s
When we playing we have to face ‘em
Bring us those gold bottles
F-ck it we have to taste it
America’s role models but we’re no Channing Taylor
Closer to forty we get, is probably Casey Case
27 year old legends, Devil can’t wait to take ‘em
I hate ‘em

[Hook]
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Cobain
Sex, money, liquor, cocaine
Rock, Roll, Peace, Love
Now welcome to the 27 club
Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Cobain
Sex, money, liquor, cocaine
Rock, Roll, Peace, Love
Now welcome to the 27 club

[XV - Verse 2]
Stairway to heaven I’m on my last step
The first 11 would lead me straight to my death
And that hotel room thats a mess
I hope every secret is kept
21 and shot for his Nike’s
The things we do for a check
6 more years can make you a legend
A lot of pills for digestion
A lot of real life in question
A lot of sex and with less feelings
Abusing these substances like step children
Tell me my wrongs and read me my rights
Be honest, the excuse is I’m living my life: ironic
The devil in my like Jin on Tekken, with tonic
What the doctor give us for it? The Chronic
No wonder we are slaves to the night
And we only break free on the pages we write
Fall into the darkness on a stage full of lights
I told you fame came with a price
Ya life!

[Hook]
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Cobain
Sex, money, liquor, cocaine
Rock, Roll, Peace, Love
Now welcome to the 27 club
Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Cobain
Sex, money, liquor, cocaine
Rock, Roll, Peace, Love
Now welcome to the 27 club

[XV - Verse 3]
The meme generation where everybody is famous
Blue check next to ya name or remain nameless
When friends get jaded cause all you do is get faded
Play Gears of War and hit Vegas with all my niggas who made it
Maximum Drive but only minimum wages
You close ya eyes as soon as you get on stages
Got homies who died at 27, not in those pages
Thats when I realised, life is what you make it
Kids want my career and I tell ‘em “love it or hate it”
Put fame on a scale and you’ll be glad that you weighed it
When miracles get credited to elitists and sadists
At 27 just praying, you here, happy belated
Middle fingers whenever you take pictures
When life gives you lemons, use it to chase liquor
Consumption’s our destruction if you figure
Theres a whole generation full of wild little niggas sayin’

[Hook]
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Cobain
Sex, money, liquor, cocaine
Rock, Roll, Peace, Love
Now welcome to the 27 club

Read More

XV – Chaka Shao Khan Lyrics

December 13, 2011     No comments

it’s these girls that be needy
labels that be greedy
that keep me hitting these bottles hoping i find a genie
no shave november, hair growing out in my beanie
benny the jet hit got chicks on my l7 weenie
musical chair rhymes, they thinking it’s there time
the game like lebron’s hairline, always receding
all i’m needing is a little space
once i get a little taste
you niggas should grab a chair, no triple h

tech-neek you a fool for this!
this feels soulful, but powerful
chaka shao khan!

welcome to the city of pretty women that can’t take the now
and cry enough to turn a small lake into the nile
head’s great, but they be a head case on file
with contraceptive pills she ain’t take in a while
so i’m putting on a glove like oj in the trial
for me to calm down, it’s gon’ take a while
vegas for the night we got drinks at tao
like calvin in paid in full
we pop ace so wild
while, niggas who were hating all in our faces
24 hour diamonds, they all shapes and smiles
it was all hate til now
now i’ll take my bow, little hoes, weak little hoes
if this was 5th grade, i put put you in a figure 4
used to keep a flag on us like pookie’s clothes
just a bunch of lost boys, bangorang, rufio
chaka meet shao khan
and in my downtime, since weed is a trend now, i sell it by pounds signs
and still deliver classics through alpines
squarians say, vizzy blowin’ up? it’s ’bout time”

and this just the beginning..
you know how people say, “this is my year”?
naw, this is my generation
vizzy

this is that chaka shao khan
mortal kombat bangin on that loud tom
when i spit that blacka blacka blaow rhyme
losing my mind even though i sound fine
8 blunts deep, think i’m about to be on cloud 9
coupe changing colors, the new name is mood rings
square in the circle, four eyes and 2 chains
under the illest conditions, i’m winning: flu game
hashtag squarian, intergalactic crew name

Read More

XV – The Kick Lyrics

September 08, 2011     No comments

[xv - verse 1]
countin’ my blessing watching inception
but i’m living one of those scenes
where everyone knows it aint real except him
they can’t convince him to believe
i know this life with all the lights and how it aint true
but f-ck it, i don’t wanna leave
cause you can never have deja vu
if you don’t ever dream
uh, successful stories never told to us
tryna make ends cause we never got what was owed to us
school never grown on us, pops never shown on us
open sesame, see the street never closed on us
moved white, and didn’t see much green like a ski slope
now i see so much green that i could be hulk
and people think i relocated on the east coast
but i still hold it down in the town i speak for
towing my city behind me like it was repoed
in a game full of sharks but there aint no cheat codes
xv can take a hike, i’m tim tebow
matrix reload, face it, he cold
rep the 316 i’m 7 30 in the mind
i’m that dude hands down, 6 30 when i rhyme
i’m a 235, always in my prime
and it’s 4.15, meaning it’s my time
was i a nerd cause niggas acted like dim wits
or was i truly just gifted in academics
to get that with these lyrics that i was rapping like christmas?
i could number 2 on all of the doubters up on my shitlist
pissed my little brother has to miss this
told my momma she’ll never watch from the sofa
tell my haters, hit record on they remote controllers
until til my totem falls over

[hook]
this is the life that i never will forget
im inside a dream that i never wanna quit
so i’m just sittin back, waiting for the kick
i’m just sittin back, waiting for the kick

this is the life that i never will forget
im inside a dream that i never wanna quit
so i’m just sittin back, waiting for the kick
i’m just sittin back, waiting for the kick
wait for it…

[verse 2]
lord can i change my life with these sentences
when i got boys doing life cause of sentencing
i’m dealing with it every night, thats what penance is
barred like bruce willis but die hard with a vengeance kid
and i’m in this party where all these women is
tryna find where niggas with dollar bills and benzes is
finally left what i wanted for what i needed
can’t be the girl of my dreams if you don’t close your eyes to see it
the road less travelled, where both of us were headed
said it would kill us, i told you i wont let it
when my life was plain, most bitches jetted
you said boy i’ve been down like toe touch stretches
i even set expectations and you never ever met it
but i gave you my heart you aint even call a medic
now she telling me to leave her alone
but i can’t like she got bad credit
i guess its deaded with me and you both have left it
in eternal sunshine but my spotless mind wont forget it
so i accept it and pray no-one intercept it
given the globe my soul and hope everybody accept it
making it is never what you expected
i told my girl she’ll never watch from the sofa
tell my haters hit record on they remote controllers
until my totem falls over.

[hook]

Read More

XV – BITSTU (Dreams Money Can Buy Freestyle) Lyrics

September 06, 2011     No comments

XV – BITSTU (Dreams Money Can Buy Freestyle) Lyrics

httpa://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRriSR0I12U
yeah, fresh off tour nigga
i still smell like the van and shit
i was like, “soon as we get into the studio..
load that jai paul joint up”

[verse 1]
what it do, what it do?
peas and carrots, i’m back in the stu, in the stu
shouts to casey veggies, that’s my dude
finish touring, now i’m back up in the booth
like superman 4, s on my chest and
damn ho, he flexing
hard in the paint, that’s a van gogh erection
head til i ache, x on excedrin
niggas gonna hate, that’s a fact, not a question
you face time and i’m giving bars like facing time
throw your watch in the garbage, nigga, you wasting time
doctor my lyrics, i’m taking time with these patient rhymes
they say the world’s cold – time to make it mine

[hook]
i know i’ve been gone a long time
i’m back and i want what is mine
i know i’ve been gone a long time
i’m back and i want what is mine

[verse 2]
what it do, what it do?
they want beef? well, i’m back in the stu, in the stu
like hangover 2 with a tyson tattoo
they want a new classic? well, i’m writing that too
money cars hoes chains
dope flows, females wait
they got no content and subject, fam, they emails blank
paint a picture and tell whatever the details can’t
buildin’ a movement, them haters making my retail wait
when they go on sale, put it on the scale
praying that it do well, and weigh as much as blue whales
dropping bars for all of them broads who bailed
smoking that cool j, giving haters 2 l’s
perfect timing, i started popping with rhyming
i was close to getting a job at furniture on consignment
tapping on the table and spinning around in a chair man
now it’s deals on the table with the chairman

[hook]

Read More

Xzibit – 3 Card Molly Lyrics

August 06, 2011     No comments

[Ras Kass]
What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof
with my nigga Bud’da, on the track
Golden State Warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the plate
Huh, feel me

I got three-oh-fo’s in three-one-oh
on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to clownin y’all punk bitches, cause I’m a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11′ll gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences
like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn’
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can’t pull it
[GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet
[XZ] It’s three card molly
[RK] Will they ever stop?
[XZ] Probably not
[SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop

[Saafir the Saucee Nomad]
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience
And perseverance — flows like an ocean liner
that sails/sales like a clearance, I’m bilingual
Fly like a flamingo, I’m a pitcha, everything I freak
I eat like Al Pacino, you don’t like me baby
You ain’t happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity
For the lowest point in my character
I’ll reach the highest place in the house when I rock
like the Qu’ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
I’m grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower
Keep tryin to go gold
but all you’re gettin is a golden shower

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Look, now if it wasn’t for the West
These rap niggaz wouldn’t need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come for you I’m really not surprised
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don’t kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain’t even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain’t said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain’t ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk
That’s like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk

[Chorus]

Read More

XV – 30,000 Feet Up In The Sky Lyrics

June 20, 2011     No comments

[Hook]
We going high, high, high, high
30,000 Feet Up In The Sky (Vizzy)
We going high, high, high, high
30,000 Feet Up In The Sky
We going high, high, high, high
30,000 Feet Up In The Sky

[Verse 1: XV]
I do it all for the life that we cherishing
And dimes like a ?
And paper like librarians
And a whole bunch of Squarians
Who keep me on shuffle
Knowing I’m gon’ win
This is game 6, 4th quarter, Dallas in a huddle
16 years old, you woulda found me in some trouble
Cause I hustle while they cuddle
And threw knuckles when they juggled
And I stacked chips but never singles
These are pringles those are ruffles
And if Kansas burned down now, you would find me in the rubble
Cause I rep it like every second
And I get it like every minute
I’m more serious every period

 

And I’m in it with every sentence
Before it’s all over I promise they’ll carry the best
My brother is Dillion, I’m bound to be stressed
No dollars is on them streets boy
All you gon get is reality checks
I’m overseas like Bono and hittin’ tree like Bono
Blunts fat as Yokozuna
But my eyes like Yoko Ono’s
And all I have are hopes man
That one day they’ll all get on me
You found out that I’m dope man
Go ‘head and snitch on me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Wherever you think I went, I didn’t go
And if I did I took a pic of it and sent it home
Deserving my spot, I put that sword in the rock like Pendragon Arthur, Arthur
Vizzy bitch I’m in my zone
They do what the Romans do, when in Rome
And I do what a cobra do, spit venom
Told my city I did a song like lights up in a rented home
We fight just for the time thats here
And live life until my minutes gone
My-my how fifteen minutes fly by
They tellin’ me I rep it
And I just reply “I try”
They know just where my head is
Where my head is where I’m headed is the sky
The game was hungry and these monkeys just fedded a bunch of lies
And they give food while they give food
And I came through like I’m they hero
My label is asking for hits I’m thinking I’m steadily bringing them kilo’s
And shawty is asking for one on one
I’m asking them for a trio
I get over her like scorpio
My hearts on sub zero
Heroes

XV – 30,000 Feet Up In The Sky Lyrics

Read More

XV – Top Of The Roof Lyrics

August 02, 2010     No comments

Top Of The Roof Lyrics

[XV - Verse 1]
Uh, sun in my eyes, cause I’m lookin so high up
My zipper must be down the way a n-gga bout to fly up
Labels coming after X, wise up
They was all catching Zzzzz’s, G’s, my luck
I’m doing everything they tried to told me not to
Got up on the roof and told my momma, “Yo, I got to”
I was like Sputnik 1, I went to space first
Now I’m on this roof just hopin that this red cape works
Patient with a city on my back and now the weight hurts
Jumping, you gon’ jump it, just look up and don’t go face first
Definition of a BOSS, see what I can make work
Momma said, “Ok, make sure you do it in your play shirt”
Flier guys with theme songs for the evening
X-Box addiction, I want my achievements
Now I’m on a journey, I don’t stop believing
On my tippy toes for the globe that I’m reaching

(Chorus 2x)
This is what I do, like I always wanted
I’m about to climb to the top of the roof
I’m about to fly, look what I can do
I’m about to fly off the top of the roof

[XV -Verse 2]
Yea, where the clouds nearly touch you
The young dude that kids would literally look up to
They see that roof so high, look how I climbed it
Charlie Green envious, I think that he’s a giant
Haters got quiet, heard the noise that I was making
Girls started eying, when they heard that I was taken
That hotel room, vacant
Feel like they the roughest, stay away from them temptations
So my grind I’m, staying away from a vacation
My time line, it’s history in the making,
There’s a fine line, between you and me, and I’m a bold point
Cause that model that your twitter follows is my old joint (? maybe jawn?)

Its the tip of the iceberg, and that’s the whole point
Young man, old mind, in a grown voice
I’m in the sky like there’s no choice
And I’m going down, babayy no Rolls Royce

[Chorus]

Read More
Powered by WordPress | Designed by: search engine optimization company | Thanks to seo service, seo companies and internet marketing company
Page Ranking Tool
The contents of this site is for personal use only, all rights reserved to their respective owners.