Jesse Jagz – Supply & Demand Lyrics

Motherf**kers peep the game, uh
Peep the game, mother… f**kers f**kers peep the game
Uh, peep the game
Motherf**ker peep the game
Peep the game, mother… f**ker f**ker peep the game uh

[Verse 1: Jesse Jagz]
Peep the game, while I speak to your left brain
Beat is insane hear it deep in your membrane
He’s, known for rocking the mic and bed frame
The, flow is heavy it’s leaving a Red stain
Can I speak to your left brain in your head frame (maintain)
As the water the game, the plane reign
It’s a shame, niggas only in it for the fame
Your mainframe is connected to feeling the same pain
You and I now it’s the same thing
On the mic blast like i’m Lord Raiden
When the Dark Knight strikes I became Payne
When i let it go, I bang niggas, I kill Wayne
Uh, only believed in himself
He never told another what he keeping on the shelf
He’s stealth, his body is his spirit, his health
And knowledge is the key to his riches, his wealth
He’s on his own path, he know where home at
Watch his own back sticking out like a bone shaft
They getting blown back
Four axe and stone macs and stain all that
Don Corleone’s back

[Hook]
You better wise up
Keep your smile up
Keep your eyes up
Ready to ride or what?
When you rise up
Real nigga fire it up
Get your supplies up, uh
You better wise up
Keep your smile up
Keep your eyes up
Ready to ride or what?
When you rise up
Real nigga fire it up
Get your supplies up, uh

Oh na na na, oh na na oh na na na oh na na na
Your 5th reign has just been acclaimed by king James
Oh na na na oh na na oh na na na oh na na na
Your 5th reign has just been acclaimed by king James

[Verse 2: Jesse Jagz]
Can I speak to your left ear
And will you tell me if you’re deaf there
Lemme inspect here
And close it up till you feel a fresh breath yeah
Make it your best year
Until your rockin’ with the best yeah
And young cats who believe in the fame
Believed in the hype get deceived by the game
They wanna fire it up soon as they came
But the rain came put out flame, my man Jaine
Uh, they wanna scare you with brands and big names
The whole industry just trynna to resist change
I spits game uglier than Ving Rhames
Your 5th reign has just been reclaimed by king James
Young nigga came to the game he got flow
Ladies say “he hot though and he gon’ blow?”
Real nigga keep it on a low low
Respect for the art-form you niggas don’t show
Because you just don’t know
Y’all niggas shine but don’t glow
If a nigga don’t hold their hand they don’t go
I forget dry rivers don’t flow
And listen here
Young nigga when the crips appear
Make sure that the rhymes don’t disappear
Uh, it’s a real game no whistles here
I got pistol here, I heal cripples here

[Hook]
You better wise up
Keep your smile up
Keep your eyes up
Ready to ride or what?
When you rise up
Real nigga fire it up
Get your supplies up, uh
You better wise up
Keep your smile up
Keep your eyes up
Ready to ride or what?
When you rise up
Real nigga fire it up
Get your supplies up, uh

Oh na na na, oh na na oh na na na oh na na na
Your 5th reign has just been acclaimed by king James
Oh na na na oh na na oh na na na oh na na na
Your 5th reign has just been acclaimed by king James

[Verse 3: Jesse Jagz]
I-I, I’m communicating it twice
The mic is ma teleportation device
I’s wise, cause all they creating is lies
I fly through my space station in the skies
I come with the tactics, verbal mechanics
I’m cutting through all demographics
Artist and band designed aristocratic
Revolve round the twelve and other pre-existing planet
Uh, we killing em all forever
Cheddah is made of leather
My flow is Ted Dekker, non fresher
A 1000 degrees pressure to the texture (gas release)
I show all the colours in my spectrum
You know you got a real G in your section
I got the microphone in my direction, perfection
Peep the connection, niggas is getting session
I flow and you see God in my reflection, perfection
I just flow jags, I just go jags
Picture the words from my mind as my notepad
Uh, but them niggas don’t listen
This is ma position flow like Henny to their system
I don’t shine I rhyme I’m just glisten
I don’t mind am not blind, It’s 20 vision
Plenty in him, yo, he’s on a mission
Yo, in the milenium, one in six billion

[Hook]
You better wise up
Keep your smile up
Keep your eyes up
Ready to ride or what?
When you rise up
Real nigga fire it up
Get your supplies up, uh
You better wise up
Keep your smile up
Keep your eyes up
Ready to ride or what?
When you rise up
Real nigga fire it up
Get your supplies up, uh

Oh na na na, oh na na oh na na na oh na na na
Your 5th reign has just been acclaimed by king James
Oh na na na oh na na oh na na na oh na na na
Your 5th reign has just been acclaimed by king James

G-Eazy – Power lyrics

(feat. Nef The Pharaoh & P-Lo)

[Chorus: P-Lo]
Ooh, I’m high off the power
Ooh, she gone off the powder
Ooh, she want it up louder
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Will it go to my head?
I’m Percin’, takin’ Henny to the head
Keep a model in my bed
She want to fuck, I’d rather get bossed up instead
And since ’06 I been stuck to this bread like it’s numbers on my hand
I can’t get it off me
I’m too damn saucy, your girlfriend boss me
Coulda bought a house with what that new whip cost me
To do it this big, man, the job is exhaustin’
Be careful, this is not for everyone
Off the medicine, goin’ hella dumb
My bitch got replaced when I found a better one
I’m straight to the point, I just go and get ‘er done
I pull up, lookin’ like the Dark Knight
I’m dipped in off-white, I’m probably off white
It’s Heem in my system, we party all night
It’s M’s in my bank, my grandkids be alright

[Chorus: P-Lo]
Ooh, I’m high off the power
Ooh, she gone off the powder
Ooh, she want it up louder
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power

[Verse 2: Nef The Pharoah]
First Summer Jam I did I had to hop in the crowd
I’m power hungry, I’m addicted, ain’t no stoppin’ me now
Bay-Area president, and they didn’t have to elect you
Come second, fake ass niggas be half ass steppin’
G tapped me like “Nef, you want to do a verse?”
“What’s the topic?” He said “Power,” hey, man, church
P-Lo on the beat, bass hit ’em where it hurts
Any obstacle they said I couldn’t do, I conquered
Shoutout to the sponsors, keep me looking fresh at concerts
Sick with it, monster, my presence is an honor
Motherfuck your honor, free my real niggas that’s locked up
I invest in stocks now, I done got my guap up
I admit that I’m power hot
Slap the Benz in power drive
You don’t got no power ’cause your pussy dry
When I was dead broke, you ain’t even say “Hi”

[Chorus: P-Lo]
Ooh, I’m high off the power
Ooh, she gone off the powder
Ooh, she want it up louder
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
I’m on the road to riches, and I got power steering
There’s nobody like me, you can stop comparin’
I don’t gotta say it twice, you got perfect hearing
Spendin’ cash all day, I skrt skrt McLaren (yeah)
And that’s a quarter million on four wheels
If you the best alive, then it means I’m on your heels
Before the year’s over, I’m closing out more deals
I been through it all, man, I tell you how war feels
Top’s the only place for me, that’s where I live at
And your flow is garbage, like “damn, what is that?”
You’re supposed to take over, oh, I must have missed that
A bitch with no money is what I really get pissed at
Yeah, Young Gerald, Neffy and P-Lo
Young legends from the Bay, it’s a powerful trio
Swear the pyramid building is the size of my ego
Young rockstars like I lived the life of a Beatle (yee)

[Chorus: P-Lo & G-Eaz]
Ooh, I’m high off the power (yuh)
Ooh, she gone off the powder (yuh)
Ooh, she want it up louder (yuh)
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power (yee)
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power

Wu-Tang Clan – People Say (feat. Redman)

[Intro: sample]

[Verse 1: Method Man]
That’s when my heart turned cold
I’m a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Asshole to turn the product into rock
It’s in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain’t no vacay, [?] become a problem when it’s hot, mayday mayday
But no charge, I’m nutty with the bars that’s a payday
So bruh, this ain’t even a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don’t dab and I don’t nae nae
Got bottles comin’ out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I’m grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
We had dro’ and po’, suckas
Range Rovers flood up the rucka
Me and thousand chains on, I got put up on
[?] green baggies, sellin’ capsules, runnin’ in classrooms
Slick [?] get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a mac with no pump and [one-note?] the Grammy hour
Cold chemists taste the flow
It’s numb meets copper rum, bluntin’ off the get back
Salute me then one, I’m out
Off to the races, my blazes ain’t patient
They want
Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section
Like I’m on Vicodin
Fuck with the righteous men, and we fightinen’
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
Metals and gear, get [?] medical, that’s incredible
The fliest, the most notorious [?]
Off niggas heads like papayas

Verse 3: Redman]
Before I [prolly?]
Red lightin’ the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti’s
Everybody a voss, sayin that time’s money
Women injections, leave em with [?] bodies
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
Robbin’ old ladies, that’s a product of no home trainin’
I show you the ropes, I’m narrating Al Haymon
I told lighty, if I hate him, Imma violate him
I’m not a shooter, but I know shooters
And if them shooters don’t shoot up
I’ll go suit up, Redman and the W
It’s televised
We ain’t them niggas
Media telling hella lies (fuck you)
This a campfire of a vampire
I don’t sleep, but
Through the amplifier
And every nigga got something to say
I’m like, yeah okay, y’all corny anyway
Doc

[Chorus? Hook?]
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)

Verse 4]
My team hard, makin’ ’em lean hard
You see more riders lined up
Then you see at a theme park
My queen hot, makin’ the scene pop
Routine op, online gangstas
I’m givin’ them screenshots
Hard written lyrics to God, right?
What’s the tale, sick as Hell
Christian Bale from the Dark Knight
On sight, foggin’ your fog lights
Your dog’s like

Chris Travis – Never Fold Lyrics

[Fauni]
Ten toes down, never fold
Ten toes down, never fold
Ten toes down, never fold
Ten toes down, never fold
Got a real young boy on go
You a snitch ass nigga you told
I stay ten toes down I will never fold

[Chris Travis]
Aye, bitch I’m pouring up the drank
Nigga fuck you thank
Bitch it’s Kenshin Travis straight from the fucking bank
Aye, I’m pouring up the drank
What the fuck you thank
Bitch it’s Kenshin Travis straight from the fucking bank

[Fauni]
Real Tennessee niggas and we break them bands
And I smoke a stank, yea
Boothin’ on this dank
Deucey in my drank
Pour it with that paint
While I drive that [?]

[Chris Travis]
Aye, bitch you know we pullin’ off, fuck what’s the cost
Aye, bitch we been a boss, we can’t take no loss
Aye, bitch you know we pullin’ off, fuck what’s the cost
Aye, bitch we been a boss, we been a boss
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in

[Verse: Fauni]
Bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands in
And I get the bags man, cause I need the racks man
Gotta keep that strap, 30 rounds in the bag man
Keep that shit all in my bag, I gotta watch my back man
Dark Knight, prolly rob you broad daylight
Yeah, get them fucking bags then I take flight
Ain’t no beef up in the Nike
Dracos not no knives
Nigga like me and you is not alike

[Hook: Chris Travis]
I said bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in

[Verse: Chris Travis]
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in
Caught me with them bands in my fucking
You know I’m the man, doing what I can
Spazzin’ on the stage, bitch I jump out in the crowd
Hoe you know I’m wild
Bitch you know I’m wild
Dreads hangin’ down, nigga what up now
Bitch I got the style, bitch I got the juice
Sippin’ on this juice with my fucking crew

[Bridge]
And you know I bring them bands in
And you know I bring them bands in
Say you know I bring them bands in
And you know I bring them bands in

Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in
Bitch I bring them bands
Bitch I bring them bands in