#Hip Hop / Rap

[javarisx-fightingthosedemons]

[thisismy-shady]

Happy Birthday King

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: May 5, 1992

Lyrics:

Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin

I came to win, battle me, that's a sin

I won't ever slack up, punk, ya better back up

Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew'll act up

Get up, stand up (c'mon) c'mon, throw your hands up

If ya got the feelin', jump up towards the ceilin'

Muggs let the funk flow, someone's talkin' junk

Yo, I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's ho

Feelin', funkin', amps in the trunk, and

I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin'

Donuts shop, sho' nuff, I got props

From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat and jump around

Jump around (jump around)

Jump around (jump around)

Jump around (jump around)

Jump up, jump up, and get down

jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

(Steady on the left) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

(Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe

If your girl steps up, I'm smackin' the ho

Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs

I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms

And just like the Prodigal Son, I've returned

Anyone steppin' to me, you'll get burned

'Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none

If ya come to battle, bring a shotgun (shotgun)

But if you do, you're a fool, 'cause I duel to the death

Tryin' to step to me, you'll take your last breath

I got the skill, come get your fill

'Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat and jump around

Jump around (jump around)

Jump around (jump around)

Jump around (jump around)

Jump up, jump up, and get down

jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

(Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

(Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the right)

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top

I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop

Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger

Tryin' to play me out like as if my name was Sega

But I ain't goin' out like no pro, bitch

Get used to one style and yo, and I might switch

It up, up and around, then buck, buck ya down

Put out ya head and then ya wake up in the Dawn of the Dead

I'm comin' to get ya, I'm comin' to get ya

Spittin' out lyrics, homie, I'll wet ya

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat and jump around

Jump around (jump around)

Jump around (jump around)

Jump around (jump around)

Jump up, jump up, and get down

jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

(Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

(Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the right)

jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

(Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)

(Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the right)

Songwriter:

yo, this is dedicated

(Steady on the right) to Joe "The Biter"

(Steady on the right) Nicolo

(Steady on the right) grab the bozack

(Steady on the right) punk

(Steady on- steady on the right)

(Steady on the right)

(Steady on the right)

Erik Schrody / Larry E. Muggerud / Kal Mann / David Appell

SongFacts:

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[inhox]

RS Part 1; Repel - SoundCloud

Part of me

[v-supreme1]

Yo, it’s been a while…I’ve been working on sum new to share with the world. New music otw, stay tuned. Blessings. 🎧🤍

[dofuturopost]

What music would you play on this boombox ?

[lehoodcollector]

damn mgk just dissed jack harlow over the jay-z and eminem renegade beat it’s boiling ♨️

[axristes-styseis]

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

I feel like a chip on my shoulders

I feel like I'm losin' my focus

I feel like I'm losin' my patience

I feel like my thoughts in the basement

Feel like, I feel like you're miseducated

Feel like I don't wanna be bothered

I feel like you may be the problem

I feel like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck the world

The world is endin', I'm done pretendin'

And fuck you if you get offended

I feel like friends been overrated

I feel like the family been fakin'

I feel like the feelings are changin'

Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded

Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it

Feel like I ain't feelin' you all

Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved

I feel for you, I've been in the field for you

It's real for you, right? Shit, I feel like

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

Ain't nobody prayin'

I feel niggas been out of pocket

I feel niggas tappin' they pockets

I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it

I am legend, I feel like all of y'all is peasants

I feel like all of y'all is desperate

I feel like all it take is a second to feel like

Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic

I ain't feelin' your presence

Feel like I'ma learn you a lesson

Feel like only me and the music, though

I feel like your feelin' ain't mutual

I feel like the enemy you should know

Feel like the feelin' of no hope

The feelin' of bad dope

A quarter ounce manipulated from soap

The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom

I'll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison

I feel like it's just me

Look, I feel like I can't breathe

Look, I feel like I can't sleep

Look, I feel heartless, often off this

Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with

Darkest hours, lost it

Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'

Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins

Fill up the banks with dollars

Fill up the graves with fathers

Fill up the babies with bullshit

Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip

I feel like this gotta be the feelin' what 'Pac was

The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'

But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won't prosper

The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I'm boxin' demons

Monsters, false prophets schemin'

Sponsors, industry promises

Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton

Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage

Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert

Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters

I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us

I can feel it, the dream is more than process

I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness

I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic

I feel like say somethin', I feel like take somethin'

I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em

Maybe it's too late for 'em

I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em

But who the fuck prayin' for me?

Ain't nobody prayin' for me

Who prayin' for me?

Ain't nobody prayin'

[javarisx-fightingthosedemons]

[djbadthaproblem]

Major Myjah "By Your Side" DJ BAD THA PROBLEM Mash Up

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: May 31, 2024

Lyrics:

Hey, Em, it's Paul

Uh, I was listening to the album

Good fucking luck, you're on your own

Guess who's back, back again?

Shady's back, tell a friend

Guess who's back? Guess who's back?

Guess who's back? Guess who's back?

Guess who's back? Guess who's back?

Guess who's back?

Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Da-da-da, da, da, da, da

Well, look what the stork brung (what?)

Little baby devil with the forked tongue

And it's stickin' out, yeah, like a sore thumb (bleh)

With a forehead that it grew horns from (look)

Still a white jerk (it's him), pullin' up in a Chrysler to the cypher

With the Vics, Percs and a Bud Light shirt

Lyrical technician (yeah), an electrician (yeah)

Y'all light work

And I don't gotta play pretend, it's you I make believe (what?)

And you know I'm here to stay 'cause me (why?)

If I was to ever take a leave (what?)

It would be aspirin to break a feve' (yeah)

If I was to ask for Megan Thee (what?)

Stallion if she would collab with me

Would I really have a shot at a feat?

I don't know, but I'm glad to be back like

Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick)

I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh (like)

Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick, poof)

Just like that and I'm back, bro

Now back in the days of old me (when?)

Right around the time I became a dope fiend (oh)

Ate some codeine as a way of coping (mm)

Taste of opiates, case of O.E.

Turned me into smiley face emoji (woo)

My shit may not be age-appropriate

But I will hit an eight-year-old in the face with a participation trophy

Plus I have zero doubts

That this whole world's 'bout

To turn into some girl scouts

That censorship bureau's out to (shut me down)

So when I started this verse

It did start off lighthearted at first (hmm)

But it feels like I'm targeted

Mind-bogglin' how my profit has skyrocketed

Look what I pocketed

Yeah, the shit is just like y'all had been light joggin', and

I've been runnin' at full speed

And that's why I'm ahead like my noggin', and

I'm the fight y'all get in

When you debate who the best, but opps, I'm white chalkin' when

I step up to that mic, cock it then

"Oh my God, it's him, not again"

Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick)

I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh (like)

Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick, poof)

Just like that and I'm back, bro (break it down)

Sometimes I wonder what the old me'd say (if what?)

If he could see the way shit is today (look at this shit, man)

He'd probably say that everything is gay (like happy)

What's my name? What's my name? (Slim Shady)

So how many little kids still wanna act like me?

I'm a bigger prick than cacti be (yeah)

And that's why these (what?)

Words sting just like you were being attacked by bees (bzz)

In the coupe, leaning back my seat (what?)

Bumpin' R. Kelly's favorite group (uh), the black guy (guy) pees (haha, pees)

In my Air Max 90s

White Ts, walkin' parental advisory

My transgender cat's Siamese (why?)

Identifies as Black, but acts Chinese

Like a motherfuckin' Hacky Sack, I treat (what?)

The whole world 'cause I got it at my feet (yeah)

How can I explain to you (what?)

That even myself I'm a danger to? (Yeah)

I hop on tracks like a kangaroo

And say a few things or two to anger you

But fuck that, if I think that shit, I'ma say that shit

Cancel me, what? Okay, that's it

Go ahead, Paul, quit, snake-ass prick

You male cross-dresser, fake-ass bitch

And I'll probably get shit for that (watch)

But you can all suck my dick, in fact

Fuck them, fuck Dre, fuck Jimmy, fuck me, fuck you

Fuck my own kids, they're brats (fuck 'em)

They can screw off (yeah), them and you all (uh)

You too, Paul (punk), got two balls

Big as RuPaul's (whoa)

What you thought you saw ain't what you saw (nah)

'Cause you're never gon' see me

Caught sleepin' and see the kidnappin' never did happen (no)

Like Sherri Papini, Harry Houdini

I vanish into the thin air as I'm leaving like

Songwriter:

Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick)

I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh (like)

Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick, poof)

Just like that and I'm back, bro

Anne Jennifer Dudley / Jeffrey Irwin Bass / Kevin Dean Bell / Malcolm Robert Andrew McLaren / Marshall B. Mathers III / Steven Haworth Miller / Trevor Charles Horn

SongFacts:

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[bigmeatpete69420]

This is my song of the day

Probably closest i can get to modern religion