Lyrics:
Young, young, young Wizzle baby
Give you yo issue, me don't want to kiss you
No, no, no me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich
And I floss everyday because I could bitch
So holla at ya boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit
Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil' boy
And your sister lookin' good shit, shit
I'm still Apple Eagle weasel
One-seven Hollygrove never ever ever leave you
I got y'all waiting on my sequel
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter ('bout to head all the way to the ground, motherfucker)
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter (I can't see shit but the shoes on my feet)
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter (nigga my diamonds got diamonds, I ain't bullshittin', what's good)
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter, squad up
My hoes got hoes, for real
Ya merkin' 'em
Mannie Fresh, ya merkin' 'em
Mannie Fresh, ya murderin'
Mannie Fresh, ya merkin' 'em, yeah yeah
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
This, this, this, this, this
Young, young, young Wizzle baby
Give you yo issue, me don't want to kiss you
No, no, no me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich
And I floss everyday because I could bitch
So holla at ya boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit
Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil' boy
And your sister lookin' good shit, shit
I'm still Apple Eagle weasel
One-seven Hollygrove never ever ever leave you
I got y'all waiting on my sequel
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter ('bout to head all the way to the ground, motherfucker)
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter (I can't see shit but the shoes on my feet)
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter
A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter (nigga my diamonds got diamonds, I ain't bullshittin', what's good)
Wayne in ya brain, young Carter, squad up
My hoes got hoes, for real
Ya merkin' 'em
Mannie Fresh, ya merkin' 'em
Mannie Fresh, ya murderin'
Mannie Fresh, ya merkin' 'em, yeah yeah
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
This, this, this, this, this
This is it chall, some nasty shits for ya
Jump out of the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller that the goblins in "Troll 2"
'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizazz
You're trying to borrow my book like I was Grandmaster Caz
Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics
Rhyme about expectorants, you no see it
Sueth sayer not a play rhyme sayer extreme
Burn like fire when I step on the scene
I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head
I've got tiger's claws that'll scratch you dead
I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above
Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough
So step back, and check yourself
This MC's got weapons that'll ruin your health
So if you're feeling strong then reach for yours
My book is my shield and my mic is my sword
Long burn the fire the truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire the truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire the truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire the truth shall set you free
Now it's Adrock rappin' I'm back again
Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and that's wack my friend
I'm a maxer relaxer and I'm chillin'
I take that shit serious like Jerome to grillin'
I burn you to a crisp sucker back up off the toaster
I make you sick like at Kenny Roger's Roaster
See this rap thing is all about the bragadocia
I check my rear view MC"s ain't gettin' closer
People think I'm slow 'cause I'm just I'm underchallenged
See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent"
Live round the clock like disco donut
I'm like a tailor 'cause I got the thing sewn up
Or a proctologist I move asses
Got so much heat that I fog your Mom's glasses
Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants
You heard me rap and now watch me dance
Long burn the fire the truth shall set you free
Long burn the fire the truth shall set you free
Long burn long burn long burn
Save the date for when they hoist our number to the rafters
Above the haters you can hear our laughter
Like Willis Reed or Elton John
We done been in the game and our game's still on
It's not Tic Tac Toe or Operation
Just holding it down like the gravitation
To all the heads that said "No can do"
Adrock's in the bath filled with chocolate fondue
Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bassini
Bonafide household name like Sergio Tacchini
"Wasn't we here back on Raising Hell?"
These years and all these creatures
It's my mistake, I'll make it
J-dub to the boom now make it
Bounce-wiggle bounce-wiggle
Shakin' all them bangs out
Chemical cutthroats
Bound to blow the brain out
Cut to the brain
This ain't no game
I'll show no shame
I'll birth this blame
I'm twisted Cain
I'll twist again
I'll push the blade
As plain as day
Known to what these sayers say
Known to what these doers do
It's you and who and you-know-where
We's about to take it there
We's about to make it clear
We happy or we lonesome
The long jump, the beat heart, from start to finish
Ten spoons of spinach
The soul and the spillage
The cup that runneth ovah
We turn up the o-god
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
Close your eyes and see
When there ain't no light
All you'll ever be
Come and save the night
'Cause I don't leave
When the morning comes, it doesn't
Seem to say an awful lot to me
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
These years and all these creatures
It's my mistake, I'll make it
J-dub to the boom now make it
Bounce-wiggle bounce-wiggle
Shakin' all them bangs out
Chemical cutthroats
Bound to blow the brain out
Cut to the brain
This ain't no game
I'll show no shame
I'll birth this blame
I'm twisted cain
I'll twist again
I'll push the blade
As plain as day
Known to what these sayers say
Known to what these doers do
It's you and who and you-know-where
We's about to take it there
We's about to make it clear
We happy or we lonesome
The long jump, the beat heart, from start to finish
Ten spoons of spinach
The soul and the spillage
The cup that runneth ovah
We turn up the o-god
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
Close your eyes and see
When there ain't no light
All you'll ever be
Come and save the night
'Cause I don't leave
When the morning comes, it doesn't
Seem to say an awful lot to me
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
Colosseums, colosseums of the mind
An ancient con, the shadow of a song
Exhibitions, international in size
I close my eyes, I can see the lion
Colosseums, colosseums of the mind
Right on time, celebration in the ruin
Elation is moving in a wave
I avert my gaze, but still I see the lions
Say it like a Sooth Sayer
On repeat for days
Don't listen when the fool says
You can't fool your way
You can't fool your way
Colosseums, colosseums of the mind
A scalper's price, built into the design
Jubilations, laughing out the place
Look in my face, you can see the lion
Say it like a Sooth Sayer
It will keep for days
Don't listen when the fool says
You can't fool your way
You can't fool your way
Say it like a Sooth Sayer
On repeat for days
Don't listen when the fool says
You can't fool your way
Say it like a Sooth Sayer
It will keep for days
Don't listen when the fool says
You can't fool your way
You can't fool your way (fool your way x8)
Therefore, please stop talkin' my ears off
Millionaire talk, you haters
You mad at me 'cause your paper
need to get his mother fuckin' weight up, waiter
I ain't done, name one thing that I ain't done
It hurts when you say that I ain't the one, you haters
How do I gain your favor, I need to know 'cause I care
I need you to love me I swear, look here
See Ye is, runnin' the Chi like Gale Sayers
I'm runnin' New York, I got the mayor, on my pager
You cant fade us, you hate us
I need you, stay there
I breath you, like air
Air
Ya, ya, ya, yayer
Ya, ya, ya, yayer
Where are my haters?
I see you sink, into another level
Dancin with the devil turn up the bass
Cause I'm player also a rhyme sayer
Kind of fly, layer after layer
Why cause I'm blessed cause I've progressed
I've learned my lessons
Class has always been in session
So you better take notes
And stop chokin on negativity
like the old song
People feeling naked with their clothes on
They wanna go home, I tell em', "Go strong"
A lotta sayers, we need more doers
Stay true to the one that run through us
Hold on when they try to subdue us
Old mind-state, they never really knew us
Innervisions, reminiscing
Mourn our conditions, no pot to piss in
We the children of a mission
When freedom calls, we gotta listen
You used to know how to love me right
You used to know how to love me right
Ooh, yeah
You've got some things on your mind
I would hate to see you cry
Ego death is where you find happiness
That's the only place you find happiness
Off too many drugs, it's so bad for us
One too many drinks and you had enough
Murdered my ego when you walked away
It hurt my ego when you walked away
Gave you my all, that wouldn't make you stay
Murdered my ego when you walked away
You wear this look on your face
So much animosity
Ego death is where you find happiness
That's the only place you find happiness
Way too many drugs, it's so bad for us
One too many drinks and you had enough
Murdered my ego when you walked away
It hurt my ego when you walked away
Gave me your all, that wouldn't make me stay
Murdered my ego when you walked away
Hold on, this train going by
Free to do what you want to do
You've got to live your life
Lotta people be thinkin', but I'm just a sayer
Artists can't perform the Super Bowl, but it's okay for the players?
All these half-way movements, need a whole lotta improvement
Everybody wanna talk, everybody wanna type
Ain't nobody finna do sh-
And everybody throwin' dirt, all that talk won't work
All that talk don't work, now, who you think you talkin' to nerd?
To my Tribe that flows in layers
Right now, Phife is a poem sayer
At times, I'm a studio conveyor
Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor?
You'll be doing us a really big favor
Boy, this track really has a lot of flavor
When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior
Follow us for the funky behavior
Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya
Feel free, drop your pants, check your hair
Do you like the garments that we wear?
Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole
When we heard a knock at the door, must of been Ron Gold
Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold
Killed 'em both and smeared blood in a white Bronco
My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk
I slapped Garth Brooks out of his Rhinestone shirt
I'm not a player just a ill rhyme sayer
That'll spray an Aerosol can up in the ozone layer
My rap style's warped, I'm running out the morgue
Wit' your dead grandmother's corpse then throw it on your porch
Jumped into a chicken hawk cartoon with a cape on
And beat Fog Horn Leghorn with an acorn
I'm bout as normal as Norman Bates, wit' deformative traits
A premature birth that was four minutes late
Mother are you there, I love you
I never meant to hit you over the head wit that shovel
Will someone explain to my brain
That I just severed a main vein
With a chainsaw and I'm in pain
I take a breather and sigh
Either I'm high, or I'm nuts
'Cause if you ain't even in this room neither am I
So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass
Then it's probably obvious that I got it on with her
'Cause when I drop it off with this solo shit it's over with
I bought cages tape opened it and dubbed over it
I came to the club drunk with a fake I-D
Don't you want to grow up to be just like me?
To my Tribe that flows in layers
Right now, Phife is a poem sayer
At times, I'm a studio conveyor
Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor?
You'll be doing us a really big favor
Boy, this track really has a lot of flavor
When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior
Follow us for the funky behavior
Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya
Feel free, drop your pants, check your hair
Do you like the garments that we wear?
Man, I don't want your wife
Stop screamin', it's not the end of your life
(But suppose' she said she loved me)
What's wrong with some color in your family tree?
I don't know, hey, I'm just a rhyme sayer
Skins protected 'gainst the ozone layers
Breakdown 2001
Might be best to be Black or just Brown countdown
I've been wonderin' why
People livin' in fear
Of my shade
(Or my high-top fade)
I'm not the one that's runnin'
But they got me one the run
Treat me like I have a gun
All I got is genes and chromosomes
Consider me Black to the bone
All I want is peace and love on this planet
(Ain't how that God planned it?)
Writers: Leo Sayer & David Courtney
When I came home this morning
I got your letter and what it said
I didn`t understand
You told me it was over -- au revoir -- see you again sometime
I didn`t understand
And overleaf you tell me that you love me...
One man Vietnam
45 popper, rhyme like the 9-5 big poppa
On a seven deck yacht
Eat lobster with my comrades
Head doctor, knee pads
Gave it to her out of courtesy
Curtains close on that Maybach
Lay back as I hop on my underground shit
Like a subway, derail the track
The real is black
True rhyme sayers, hitmen, crime payers
Llama throwers
Hustle in front of corner stores
Street catered
For been living on minimum wages
It's not a threat, I'm doing myself a favor
With suicide
Before I commit suicide
Before I commit suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
I got my mind on the murder
And the murder on my mind
You a liar, you and I are not alike
I flow like water, purify mics
Ask Sean Carter, Nasir Jones
Or anyone sitting on the throne
Don't get your career postponed
Women, children, I rode past in traffic
Can't steer, cars crash i got a death wish
You might be on my guest list
I wrap rappers on stretchers
Guns clap in the direction your sepsis
No matter your gender, not sexist
You MC?
Tell me how you do it
How you get through it and them other niggas blew it"
I keep my eye on the prize then pursue it
Chase it like a cheetah chuck it out and subdue it
So self-educate, nigga don't hate
Cause the game I got, is Madden oh-eight
Fuck with Cube, I'm better than YouTube
Fuck with them dudes them niggas is new school
The game don't change just the players
The rhymes don't change just the fuckin' rhyme-sayers
They make it up as they go along
But I'm goin' on 25 years strong
The shit I say might get you through the day
Or change your whole life, in a major way
The shit they say, might catch you a case
The shit I say, feel like your birthday
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
You know what?
Like dust in the wind sand slips through your fingers
Similar to shattered dreams that still linger
Trying to succeed in whatever you do
But the failures of the past seem to laugh and mock you
I'm worse than a has been 'cause you say I never will be
I'm just tryin' to excel so you feel me
'Cause boundaries are made to be broken
And I'm leavin' all the name sayers chokin'
On the dust that I'm kickin' up behind me
It's difficult findin' words to define me
The hick hop cowboy from the D A double L A S
So fresh in the contest
Rockin' stages like Guns N' Roses
I been flowin' since Madonna was strikin' poses
I can't quit now 'cause there's too much buzz
And I'm gettin' my chance because
Somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Count your blessings, can't you see?
Well I'm all in, put it up on the board
Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1-2-3 down for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt
Cold rock rap - 49er supreme
Is what I choose and I use - I never lose to a team
'Cause I can can go solo, like a Sugar Ray bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my photo
Run in their room, hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees
You can't rock the kid, so go cut some cheese
Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin' cause I'll start placin'
Bets on that you'll be disgracing
You and you mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time, a crime that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy number one
You got no rap, but you want a battle
It's like havin' a boat, but you got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores, but I break all laws
Written while sittin', all fittin' not bitten
Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer, so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer
I'm the rhyme player, the the ozone layer
A battle what? Here's a bible so start your prayer
A word to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied
You just got caught a, for going out of order
And now you're servin' football teams their water
You just got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed
It's no fun, being on the run
'Cause they got me, Public Enemy number one
For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers
You crossed up wires are always starting fires
For you grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers
You have no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to sell ya equipment, but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you and your crew, is only known as good triers
Known as the poetic lyrical son
I'm Public Enemy number one
So lucky, son, to have you"
Here's to walking in every room
Like ascending for an Oscar
Kissing hands and shaking babies
Blackpool rock imposter
A cannon loosed, a golden goose
Leo, sayer of the unsaid sooths
I'll fix you with a cosmic stare
I'll fix your life, go fix your hair, I dare you
Of course, I'll live to ninety-six
And fix the welfare state
I'll build a house with these two hands
My face above the gate
I haven't paid for cabs or beers
Or met a cunt in twenty years
Like all that outrun poverty
All I have was coming to me
Things I've been telling myself for years
All of these things I've been telling myself for years
Things I've been telling myself for years
Leo Sayer and Les Davidson
Rambling 'round your city streets
I feel no earth beneath my feet
And I feel my life
Is crumbling into, into the sea
But I can't swim
Three thousand miles
So all I have is lonely nights
I'm an Englishman
Lost in the U.S.A
And it's a long way back home
Such a long way back home
And I'm wondering
Where am I gonna go
Line's dead -- operator's gone
And now the fear is coming on
And I hear my love
Wondering where have I gone
So I'm gambling bucks for pounds
Yeah, but lady luck
Just won't come around
For an Englishman
Who is stuck in the U.S.A
And it's a long way back home
Such a long way back home
And I'm wondering
Will I ever get away
So here I am and there are you
Where wishful thoughts
Don't serve no use
And all the worrying in the world
Won't pull me through
So I think of love that
Might have been
And an airline ticket
That's like a dream
For an Englishman
Who is lost in the U.S.A
Such a long way back home
Such a long way back home
And I'm wondering
Will I ever get to go
And I'm waiting for you
To take me home
and jump off the edge
Your e-n-d is near when I appear
The stage is yours, but wait until the smoke clears
Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to lay a load
So watch a player when he's playin in player mode
Uncle L's bad, and you're soon to say
'Cause I rip the mic until the toon decay
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
MC's are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet
You're not complete, I'm battlin' a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin'
And I be demandin' that you're abandoned
In the desert or a wild west town
While I'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where will she stop?
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Koll dkika net allam
Koll dkika net allam
W golli 3lach nkhemem
W nta ma terfed lhem
W nta ma terfed lhem
W golli 3lach nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Wakha khbari cha3
Wakti m3ak da3
Wakha khbari cha3
Wakti m3ak da3
Ana leklamek same3
W l3omrek taye3
Ana leklamek same3
W l3omrek taye3
Wakha khbari cha3
Wakti m3ak da3
Wakha khbari cha3
Wakti m3ak da3
Ana leklamek same3
W l3omrek taye3
Ana leklamek same3
W l3omrek taye3
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Golli 3lach teghdarni
Klamek howa li msaharni
Golli 3lach teghdarni
Klamek howa li msaharni
Ta kssamti bel mohal T3adebni
Ana ghan tolbek gha tehramni
Golli 3lach teghdarni
Klamek howa li msaharni
Golli 3lach teghdarni
Klamek howa li msaharni
Ta kssamti bel mohal T3adebni
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Ma tkhalini netsarrah w netkellem
Smah li a l3mer
W 3la gualbi mhayar
Ma tkhalini netsarrah w netkellem
Smah li a l3mer
W 3la gualbi mhayar
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Al bareh kssamti
Hanta lyoum ndemti
Al bareh kssamti
Hanta lyoum ndemti
Al bareh kssamti
Hanta lyoum ndemti
Al bareh kssamti
Hanta lyoum ndemti
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
Kouli 3lach Nkhemem
W 3akli sayer yehlem
A wlad l Mohammedia
3zaz 3liya
Ahya maktoubi
wa 3gueb ah fine ghadi
Ahya maktoubi
wa 3gueb ah fine ghadi
Sir bellati la tghibchi aya le3mar
A 3gueb ah fine ghadi
A 3gueb ah fine ghadi
Sir bellati la tghibchi aya le3mar
Now I'ma tell you the mean behind the scratchin' sounds
He's Cut-Creator, Philly-Philly as the DJ crown
Me and him are imitatin' but never underatin'
My rhymes and his cuts have been consolidated
The mission ain't complete without the use of his hands
He makes my rhymes so fresher, my beat expands
So I'll like you to meet him, but don't attempt to beat him
A Five Man Crew, me and him will defeat them
He'll scratch and wipe out all foes
Turntable terrorizin' and I think you should know
That were, high calibered and my names' J
And for all you sucker crews it's Judgment Day
To ring this encounter, I'm your rhyme sayer
I have to say it girls, but yes, I'm a player
Materials royal, I'm a'nating all
Like brown with dimples and I'm six-feet tall
And promoter of recordings that I call my own
And I'll love to take one of you ladies home
I'll complete and clear, infiltratin' your ears
My litera-ture is above Shakespeare
Emcee, a sucker natter and I just won't stop
I'm the author and the designer of the jam you'll rock
I'm a lyrical game on the heels of fame
And the world is glad that Cool J came
You'll rock!
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