New York’s Health Commissioner is not happy about the recent Chainsmokers concert

New York’s Health Commissioner is not happy about the recent Chainsmokers concert
Department of Health Commissioner Dr. Howard Zucker said, “months-long work to flatten the curve and contain the virus” could be at risk thanks to the crowded outdoor show.

By Jordan Darville

July 29, 2020

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Last weekend, The Chainsmokers headlined an outdoor concert in Southampton, New York called “Safe & Sound.” The event quickly became infamous after footage emerged of the audience packed in close together during the EDM duo’s set, a huge faux-pas during a global pandemic (the notoriety wasn’t helped by the exorbitant ticket prices, or the fact that the opening act was the Goldman Sachs CEO David Soloman a.k.a. DJ D-Sol).

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Yesterday, New York Governor Andrew Cuomo said he was “appalled” by the concert, and the state’s Health Commissioner Dr. Howard Zucker said in a letter that “Safe & Sound” was “an obvious public health threat.” Today, Zucker expounded on his thoughts in a letter published by Rolling Stone. “[T]he recent “Safe & Sound” Chainsmokers charity concert in Southampton mocks New Yorkers’ months-long work to flatten the curve and contain the virus,” Zucker wrote.

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After calling the event “an illegal and reckless endangerment of public health,” Zucker reiterated New State’s promise to investigate the “Safe & Sound” concert, and chastized its organizers and wealthy attendees for their perceived selfishness: “[W]hen this disease spreads, it is more devastating to people who are not young and healthy. It is more devastating to people who cannot afford $850 tickets to a charity event — namely, working minority populations in underserved communities whom we have seen to be at heightened risk for infection, hospitalization, and death from COVID-19.”

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Despite the threat that the event poses of undoing New York’s “months-long work to flatten the curve and contain the virus,” Zucker concluded his letter on an optimistic note: “We are now ahead of the virus rather than catching up behind it, and we are determined not to lose this advantage as we work to keep all New Yorkers safe.”

The organizers of “Safe & Sound,” In the Know Experiences and Invisible Noise, said in a statement to Billboard that proper safety precautions were taken. “We did everything in our power to enforce New York’s social distancing guidelines and collaborated with all state and local health officials to keep everyone safe,” they wrote, pointing to the event’s sanitization stations, mandatory temperature checks for all attendees, and more.

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New York indie supergroup Muzz talk us through their family tree

New York indie supergroup Muzz talk us through their family tree

Following the release of their debut album as Muzz, Interpol’s Paul Banks, Walkmen drummer Matt Barrick, and multi-instrumentalist Josh Kaufman discuss their back catalogs and collaborations.

By David Renshaw

July 01, 2020

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Muzz may well be one of the most unassuming supergroups in the world. For a start, this is not a group of musicians coming together, Avengers-style, to combine their individual powers. Interpol frontman Paul Banks and Josh Kaufman, who has worked extensively with The National and The Hold Steady, first met while at school in Madrid, Spain as teenagers. In the early 2000s they both moved to New York to study and became friends with drummer Matt Barrick, once of influential rockers Jonathan Fire*Eater and then a member of The Walkmen, as they all enjoyed the spoils of a golden era in the city’s musical history. With a relationship that dates back two decades it is perhaps surprising to learn that they only decided to start working together officially in 2015. That Muzz’s debut album has only just dropped five years later is testament to three friends who know that life-long bonds bring with them the gift of time.

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Muzz is an album that bears the tide marks of its creators — Barrick’s jazzy swing, multi-instrumentalist Kaufman’s soft warmth, Banks’s instantly identifiable baritone — but it defies easy categorization. The album lolls at a leisurely pace, never too rushed to stop and take in the view. Songs like “Bad Feeling” and “Knuckleduster” will feel familiar to those who devoured Lizzy Goodman’s NYC rock bible Meet Me In The Bathroom, slipping on easily like an old leather jacket. Elsewhere, however, washes of slide guitar, piano, and horns call to mind the roots-era sounds of Bob Dylan and Neil Young. It feels less like Muzz came together to remind their respective fans of what they already knew they could do, but rather step into their third decade as friends by melding their respective pallets into one expansive breeze.

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Collaboration is not out of the ordinary for any of Muzz’s three members. As you would expect from three guys who have spent twenty years playing in bands, Banks, Kaufman, and Barrick boast a rolodex of credits that encompasses many of the major tentpoles of the past 20 years of indie rock. The family tree they put together below clearly illustrates that, while Muzz might be the first time they’ve worked as a trio, they’ve often had each other’s backs on past projects. When Banks recorded his 2009 solo album (released under the moniker Julian Plenti) he turned to Kaufman to join his live band. Similarly, when he and Wu Tang Clan’s RZA needed a drummer for their unlikely collaborative project, Barrick was the first choice. Kaufman and Barrick, meanwhile, have worked together on solo albums by Walter Martin and Craig Finn. The tree shows a group who have been together in spirit for many years, even if it’s only just becoming something with a name attached to it.

Read on to hear from all three members of Muzz as they go through the family tree and discuss their favorite songs from their many, many projects.

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Paul Banks

Muzz, “Bad Feeling” (2020)

Paul Banks: This one goes down real easy. When you’re introducing a new band you can do yourself a mischief by using the wrong order of songs. If you hit people with the most experimental thing you did and hold off on the more accessible songs then people might never get to them. We put this out first so people could be like, “I get that song.” It goes off like a shot.

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Josh and Matt had put that instrumental together one day after I left the studio. I first heard it at a session at Isokon Studios in Woodstock and it really jumped out at me. Something about it made me want to put it in my pocket and carry it around with me. There’s something very minimal and beautiful about it. I started writing some lyrics that weren’t super inspired so I took a step away to avoid getting greasy fingers on the track and smudging it. Later I was in a remote part of central America where I like to go spend time and surf. I had a friend of mine out there who was taking his family into the wilderness, this totally untouched spot of paradise that takes two miles of unpaved road to get to. The guy was in such a place of elation that I was inspired by his joy at going off the grid and into nature. It struck me as an antidote to a lot of the urban feelings that characterize my life when I’m on tour and the joy was contagious. I sat down by the beach and wrote the lyrics in one take. The vocals were recorded in one take.

The FADER: Does that idea of going off-grid appeal to you?

I think there’s a yin and yang to it. My life is very different, I’m all up in the grid. It’s a bold move to just follow your heart like that. The positivity of this guy was just contagious, I guess. I don’t need to go off-grid but I like being in the middle of fucking nowhere. I just need my phone.

There’s a line in that song which stands out: “Iʼm still selling someone I forgot at 17.” What were you trying to say there?

The song has a couple of different frequencies. The beginning of the song and the chorus is dead on the frequency of that adventure and then there’s other parts where it’s like a peripheral take, almost like a film jumping from one narrative to another. This song and [Muzz track] “Don’t Call Me Stupid” have some invasive thoughts in them. Leaving them in there is fun.

Julian Plenti, “On The Esplanade” (2009)

This is one of my favorite tracks on my debut solo record. There’s a lot of sound effects that I use that I was really chuffed with at the time. I remember kind of feeling like the internet was like an incredible sample bank, basically. So I believe in that song there’s some kind of Indian wedding singer that I found on YouTube and then there’s female tennis players. You get the percussive sound of the ball hitting the racket and then the tennis players grunting. Female grunting tennis players are kind of like the additional rhythm section in the choruses to this song, as well as this random dude singing a wedding tune. I really like the idea of found sounds in music, and I was really doing a lot of it at that time.

I’d seen Lost Highway by David Lynch and there’s these amazing scenes where it cuts to a kind of VHS footage. It wasn’t just the fact that it was like super eerie that someone’s in this person’s house, it’s the way that the VHS took on this really ominous sort of quality, and I remember kind of thinking it’s like a degraded form within a higher form, and by doing that, you get all the dimensions of that other form. A similar thing kind of applied to sampling, where you sort of get all the history of that sound that you’re appropriating, whether it be hip-hop production or in the case of like found sounds, you get the whole world that it’s from in some other format.

Interpol, “Leif Erikson”(2002)

I remember crossing Houston in Lower Manhattan on the way home from an Interpol rehearsal listening back to a tape and just kind of feeling super stoked about the trail that I was on. I also remember that Carlos [Dengler, former Interpol bassist] had played a keyboard part before we had the lyrics to that song that just really evoked like an old galleon kind of triumphantly appearing on the horizon, visible from Nova Scotia or whatever. So that’s how it got the name “Leif Erikson.” I remember being in the terribly vulnerable position of about to release your debut record. As a very self critical person I remember kind of thinking like, well, at least Leif Erikson’s on it, because that one I know I like, that one I know is good.

How soon after finishing the Muzz album do you start thinking about Interpol again?

We’re actually tossing around some ideas now. I’m never not working. I was working on Muzz when I was on tour with Interpol and I’ll be working on, well, I’m working on Interpol now, while promoting Muzz. So yeah, definitely there’ll be more from that band.

Josh Kaufman

Bob Weir, “Only A River” (2016)

Josh Kaufman: Josh Ritter is an amazing songwriter that I’ve been playing and producing for a long time. “Only a River” was a song that Josh wrote when he was a young guy based on an old folk song called “Oh Shenandoah.” When I first started working with Weir we were discussing images of the Old West. He had spent some time on a cattle ranch as a teenager after getting kicked out of a bunch of prep schools. He ended up on a ranch with an old friend of his named John Barlow where he started hanging out with all these cowpokes, and that’s some of the first music that he learned.

The objective with this record was to make this modern cowboy music, basically. And so “Only a River” was brought in to serve as one of those. It was a really emotional time for Bob. His dad was sick at the time. And for me, getting to be with one of my childhood heroes, legend of American music and founding member of The Grateful Dead. When I hear that music back, I’m flooded with a lot of emotions and memories from that time. It was an amazing learning experience, and he was super generous creatively with his time and just being a cool guy. A lot of people tell you not to meet the legends, that they’ll disappoint you, but I found the opposite to be true

How did you come to be involved with Weir?

I got a call to be a music director back in 2012 for a project for The National. We were going to be backing up Bob Weir for a concert in the Bay Area that was put on through [voter registration organization] Head Count. So I got to meet Bob then, and we weirdly hit it off. I was really nervous to meet him, and then once I met him, we started talking about music and those nerves very quickly flew away. It just felt like I’d made a fast friend. Which was really cool. I hadn’t had that many experiences with other musicians that were the age of my parents and was able to just speak this language with them and feel connected.

Muzz, “Patchouli” (2020)

“‘Patchouli’ was an intensely collaborative song that I don’t even think we were aware of while we were writing it. We were hanging out in the studio and came back into the live room and just sat down at instruments and started jamming. Our engineer and co-producer Dan Goodman was recording it but I don’t think we realized. We went back into the control room, took a listen to what we had done and thought that it was going to be a pretty amorphous sort of blob. Paul heard what we had just done and said, “I think I have an idea for a lyric.” We left him alone for a half hour and came back, and that was it. That track was done just very quickly. And it was created out of our subconscious. That was the first time that we harnessed that power, the three of us improvising together and just vibing off each other in a room and believing in it. I feel like it brought the three of us even closer together, musically.

Bonny Light Horseman, “Mountain Rain” (2020)

Bonny Light Horseman is a band I have with two close friends, Anaïs Mitchell and Eric T. Johnson from Fruit Bats. The deal with this project was us trying to define these sort of transcontinental folk songs, songs that started in Africa and made their way to the U.K. and Ireland and mingled with American songs.

There was a lot of talk about different characters and finding new narratives for a lot of these old folk figures. John Henry was a big folk figure for us but I always felt the music that went along with this heroic tragedy never quite fit the lyrics. The mournful music that we came up with fit the story I wanted to tell but I could never find the right opening into the lyric to get the story right.

Anaïs and I had been searching through a bunch of old versions of “John Henry” and had found a cobbled together version of the story that we wanted to tell, but we still didn’t find that first verse. At the time I was on tour with Hiss Golden Messenger. I was telling MC Taylor about this song, and I played him a little bit of it. He said, ‘I hear what you’re saying, and I hear the sadness and the truth of the story. I think I have something, but give me a minute.’ He walked into his hotel room, and I walked into mine. Literally five minutes later my phone pinged. When I looked at it and he sent me the first verse. “All the miles stack, like a millionaire’s money. I can’t get them back and I’m starved for that honey.” And I was like, ‘That’s it.’ It was a long search and it came out of this circuitous path I could have never have foreseen.

The song is about this failed idea of a capitalist structure, which I think a lot of folk music tries to get at. It still resonates because, obviously, the structure that’s in place in society that is meant to work against particularly people of color and working people, hasn’t gone away. I think it’s just, unfortunately, a very relevant story. It’s important to say “Hang on, how come this hasn’t changed? Maybe we need to think about this again.”

Matt Barrick

Jonathan Fire*Eater, “Search For Cherry Red” (1996)

Matt Barrick: I was probably about 20 years old [when this came out], it felt like a breakthrough for me personally, just in terms of my drumming style. In terms of the song, it all kind of started with that beat and we built a groove around it. In general, I think the song is probably a bit long – we weren’t editing much at that point so a lot of it hinges on Stuart’s lyrics and just giving him a musical bed to weave an interesting tale.

How do you feel Jonathan Fire*Eater’s reputation has changed over the years? It feels like you got a bit more recognition following the publication of Lizzy Goodman’s Meet Me in the Bathroom

I definitely feel like that book brought us a little more back into the spotlight. I feel like for the majority, most people don’t know who we are. But we may have had an influence on a lot of people who went onto larger success in the New York music scene. I still think most people don’t know who we are, aside from maybe music journalists.

Fleet Foxes, “Third of May” (2017)

That’s definitely at the other end of my life. The Walkmen broke up and we had toured with Fleet Foxes and became friends with them. They were taking a break around the same time and [one-time Fleet Foxes drummer] Father John Misty had gone on to do his thing. I always thought they were the one band that I would absolutely love to play drums with. It didn’t happen right away but eventually it started happening in a natural way. Robin [Pecknold] had sent me this song, it was the first one of his I played on and he sent me. It was just an incredible nine minutes of music so I went up to New York’s to record with them. Initially I misunderstood and thought I was only supposed to play on this one small section on the song, but then I got there and realized he wanted me to play on the entire thing. It’s such a cool track and was so memorable to play on. I know Robin’s working on new music, [so I’m] kind of just waiting to hear what happens.

Muzz, “All Is Dead To Me” (2020)

We recorded most of Muzz at Isokon Studios, which is run by Dan Goodwin up in Woodstock and he co-produced the record. We recorded this song at my studio Silent Partner that I’ve started with some friends, including Paul, in Philly. We bought it as a shell and did all the renovation ourselves. A lot of that was happening while I was on tour so I’d come back and hang up with some drywall. It took a little over a year to build and opened about a little more than a year ago. It’s been my dream for years before Muzz. I’ve been moving around horrible spaces my whole life. I think a lot of bands can relate, you’re always playing at a place that has no heat or it’s just in a garage somewhere and you’re bothering all the neighbors. So it started as, “I need a space where I can work,” but it definitely grew from there into a full blown studio and along the way, I picked up some partners here and there, people who wanted space to work in as well. It’s a place where I can record, collaborate with other people, produce music and produce records and just work.

Watch the trailer for Spike Lee’s new Vietnam War film Da 5 Bloods

Watch the trailer for Spike Lee’s new Vietnam War film Da 5 Bloods
It’s set to premiere on Netflix on June 12.

By Alex Robert Ross

May 18, 2020

Netflix has shared the trailer for Spike Lee’s Vietnam War film Da 5 Bloods, in advance of it’s full premiere on June 12.

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Da 5 Bloods follows four Vietnam War veterans (played by Delroy Lindo, Clarke Peters, Norm Lewis, and Isiah Whitlock, Jr.) as they return to Vietnam searching for the remains of their fallen squad leader (Chadwick Boseman) and the gold he helped them bury. Jonathan Majors stars as one of the veterans’ sons, with Mélanie Thierry, Paul Walter Hauser, Jasper Pääkkönen, Johnny Trí Nguyễn, Van Veronica Ngo, and Jean Reno in supporting roles.

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Check out the trailer at the top of the page and watch Spike Lee’s latest short, New York, New York, right here.

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Watch New York, New York, Spike Lee’s new “love letter” to his home city

Watch New York, New York, Spike Lee’s new “love letter” to his home city
The short film, shot entirely on Super 8, captures a deserted NYC in the middle of lockdown.

By Alex Robert Ross

May 08, 2020

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Plain And Simple. Special Love Shout To Ms. TINA SINATRA,SONY/ATV,KERWIN DEVONISH (Camera),ADAM GOODE (Editor),TIM STACKER And KODAK For The Super 8 Film And Cameras.

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Spike Lee has released a new short film. New York, New York is a three-and-a-half-minute clip that’s available to stream on Instagram. Soundtracked by Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York,” the short film travels around the city in the midst of lockdown, from a deserted Rockaway beach to an empty Yankee Stadium via Wall Street and Grand Central Station.

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“My short film New York, New York is a love letter to its people. Plain and simple,” Lee wrote on Instagram. The surprise short comes a day after Lee announced that his next film, Da 5 Bloods starring Chadwick Boseman, is set to be released via Netflix on June 12.

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Watch New York New York at the top of the page.

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US oil rebounds, back in positive territory

US oil prices rebounded back above zero Tuesday, a day after futures ended in negative territory for the first time as a coronavirus-triggered collapse in demand leaves the world awash in crude. US benchmark West Texas Intermediate for May delivery was changing hands at $0.56 a barrel after closing at -$37.63 in New York.

Quando Rondo – Who Died Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Quando Rondo & Officer Coffey]
What set you from?
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60’s, huh
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
I’m this bitch with Dubba A
Nigga, we be steady flexin’, yeah
Don’t know me
Oh, no, no

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Verse]
They gon’ call the homicide
On a whole another level that I ain’t supposed to
How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
Timmy say don’t talk on them phones
I’ma put three holes on yo’ dome
Timmy run down the street wit’ a Glock in his hand
Like lil’ kid this is what I’m on
I was up in New York at the top of the bands
I was out, zipped up wit’ that chrome
Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
I’m steady tryna rip up the corner
Because they shot at yo’ lil’ brother
After that he went and posted a photo
And you don’t get no straight about it
Nigga told me you called his phone
Big 33 that Timmy covered, let’s go post up by the store
I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio’s
Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
My stick was talkin’ on the ‘Gram, you let off shots then make a post

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Outro]
If you love me or you love me not, I’ma be me
He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets
(This is the sound) Woah
Pussy ass nigga, hahaha
Tell that nigga, spin
I’m tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her
Haha, nigga I’m a savage
Broke ass nigga

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Vistara asks staff to self-quarantine as Goan passenger on March 22 flight tests Covid-19 positive

Vistara on Monday asked crew members of its Mumbai-Goa flight on March 22 to self-quarantine after a passenger flying with it was tested positive for Covid-19. The airline issued the direction soon after the Goa govt announced that one person, who tested positive, had travel history from New York. He took Vistara domestic flight UK861 Mumbai-Goa on March 22.

Joyner Lucas – The War Lyrics

Play this song

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip
Lost a darlin’, got it right back, yeah
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
‘Til I found out it wasn’t really like that, yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
I used to make love to a down-ass trick, you could bend her backwards (Woo)
I don’t need much but a badass bitch and a Netflix password (Hey)
I know that I’m comin’ home late, but fuck it, what we gon’ do after?
I’m tryna get head today, go to work like you got rent to pay
She a daddy’s girl, like Reginae (Ah)
I paid my dues, I ain’t gon’ lose (Word)
Hit ’em with the hand, the Deebo
All of you birds is Dan DeVito
I’ma die a legend like Dan Marino
I just blew a check at the damn casino
Stroll through life like I ain’t got rules
You think I ain’t shit if I ain’t got you
But how you gon’ walk if you ain’t got shoes? Ayy
Shawty shootin’ bullets from the Pontiac (Buh)
She a ventilatin’ hypochondriac (Hey)
She just wanna know where the Molly at (Woo)
I just wanna know where the party at (Woah)
I’ma leave your ass where I got you at (Gang)
Damn, you done let the dog off the leash
Can’t talk to me, now I’m harder to reach
You don’t belong to me, you belong to the streets (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip
Lost a darlin’, got it right back, yeah
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
‘Til I found out it wasn’t really like that, yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I got a Rolls, a pink Chanel, like RIP Prodigy (Prodigy)
Even when I’m just in at the spot, my wrist is a forty (Forty)
I’m in New York with five hundred sticks and we sell ’em two thousand apiece (Apiece)
A hundo for privates, yeah, land in Hawaii, my bitches in Honolulu (Yeah)
I hopped off a jet and I land in Dubai
Look like she got red contact in her eyes (Hop off a jet)
I’m ’bout to ride, you know you can slide
‘Bout to ride, but I don’t do lie
Want your body like Nicki Minaj (Yeah)
Hypnotize the jeweler with these diamonds (Yeah)
Takin’ mine, yeah, that’s an honor (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck with you, but this one done, yeah

[Bridge: Joyner Lucas]
And all my life, I just wanted to be me, babe (Oh, yeah)
And all my life I just wanted to be free (Oh)
Said all them nights spent together, we would stay up ’til forever
You act like you don’t remember, but I do (Oh-oh)
And that’s alright ’cause I know what it’s gon’ be, babe (Oh)
Said, “That’s alright, I found someone else for me” (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
So when you see us out together, please act like I never met you (Oh)
I just thought that I should let you know that

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh)
I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Mally Mall

Wais P – Money On The Dresser Lyrics (feat. Fiend & GLC)

Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

(Verse 1:Wais P)
Yeah
I’m riding around, I’m pimpin up
My hoes down, never go around
You could ride the bitch
Make the pussy rich
She strayed away,she’s gonna pay the pimp
Not half of it, baby every cent
Every dollar, until your pockets spent
You can holla until your left with lent
On my collar, all my diamonds spin
You like the look I write the book
I make the rules, you make the moves
I won’t play the fool,I’ll play the king
I’m built to win and my pinky ring
Get’s eyes so much if bitch you just look at me
And say , Yey, he’s a champion
He’s a winner, he’s a sinner
Money tall like a center
You mad cause I ball
And your pockets look thinner
f**k the dog bitch beware
Of a pimp when you enter
Some of you cats seem confused,cause you dinner
Let me help you out, you a bitch for real
When the feds come , you snitch for real
I’m a real live pimp, I’m already rich
I’m independent,I set the deal
I self lord, C E O my nigga
Can’t impress me with your little six figures
I need 8 laying on the side,that be the sign
That my money is infinite
Ya get it, you niggas too slow
Just came from Texas , knocked two hoes
Each hoes invest Copped two ghosts
Twin rolls we got penthouse goals
Champagne thoughts playboy Porche
Wais P logo, on the pool and the porch ,GO

(Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

(Verse 2:Fiend)
I’m on that weed that be so good
That make you doze off
Mixed with the vics and percs
Now make her take her clothes off
She lucky she found pimpin cause she know
Cause her toes crossed
Follows directions well
But baby girls so lost
Them cookies bought me four trucks
Two houses and more bucks
Like bread crumbs in the pond
Just bringing more ducks
Audi 8 chasing her mouth alone is relations
I’m calculating impatient
The product is amazing
Five grand a week she hand me
If I could bottle up this candy
You were given a million dollar then
Maybe you’d understand me
Gotta golden goose, I drove the coupe
Ride it to that porche up the four door
Power of the pussy, get seven deep
Record this life in slow-mo
Luther in my trunk
Round these parts, you smell that skunk
LV on them trunks
Long trips, because we won’t
I still push a caddy with trues and vogues on it
Without a gun and bullets
Take the block and put holes on it

(Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

(Verse 3:GLC)
They can’t oppose,this some pimping that is golden
Quit f**kin with this lames mane
Actin you like you holdin
My ism cold as ice,man
Ho’s just call it frozen
Strech him now he in the game
Your ass ain’t the nose bleeds
You ain’t got no dough
Need to elevate your hoeness
Shut the f**k up ho
Take this smoke and go and roll this
See me ridin vogues, something slick with a cold bitch
Then I’m gonna get chose
I was voted favourite hoes pimp
Man I’m from the ‘Go
So my mackin is so cold bitch
How, you ain’t know when you know
I’m out here showin
Welcome to the congregation
Baby I’m it’s Moses
Mackin is the Vatican
I’m out here like the Pope Pimp
Gave these hoes some game
On life like they consulted
Why’d you think they paid
A pimp,they offer me devotion
Macking is my expertise
These streets they got respect for me
When ism was young, my daddy was a pimp
So what did you expect from me
Cathedral

(Outro:GLC)
I just tell em like this
Rise with me, don’t despise the P
It’s me GLC rotate with my true player
Partner by the name of Wais P
Church is definately on the move baby
You know what Im talkin bout If you ain’t sure
We offer nothing but pimping thats pure
You know what I’m talking about
From the Chi to New York offer true pimp support
You know what I’m talking about
Mackin is the institution , come on and pay your retribution
Know what I’m talking about ,Church is definatley on the move
Ism will resume
Cathedral to the congregation
Wais the P, wassup man
Welcome to this motherf**kin to this ism nation
Church

(Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

Bryce Vine – Baby Girl Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh-ooh
Yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
We in New York, we wylin’
It’s gettin’ hot this summer, we ain’t outside
Baby girl got style, she a stylist
Ready for the long haul, ain’t no flight

[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move

[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it

[Verse 2]
Baby girl tryna call this bluff (Woo)
Baby girl tryna know what’s up
My baby doesn’t go out much
She used to say I get the same outcome (I get the same)
She use to party with the [?] (Whip it, ooh)
All in the middle like Malcolm (Ooh-ooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move

[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it

[Bridge]
Baby girl don’t want no drama
She wanna have fun
God damn
Ooh-ooh

[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move

[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just tryna have fun with it

Striker – The Keg That Crushed New York Lyrics (feat. Dan Cleary, Ian Sandercock, Chris Segger, Dave Arnold, Magnus Burdeniuk)

Metal keg of glory, one thousand tonnes of steel
Filled right to the brim – a thousand beers to steal
From the planet booze in the galaxy of beer
Flew beerzillion light years just to party here
Taller than a mountain, high up in the sky
Fear the beerorizer, so drunk I’m going to die
The keg that crushed New York
Watch out, the tidal wave is coming
The keg that crushed New York
You better start running….NOT
*tsk* glug…glug…glug…glug….GO!!
You’ve had one beer and I’ve had eleven
If beer came from boobs I’d be in heaven
So quit your job and leave your school
And party with Striker, that’ll be cool
Taller than a mountain, high up in the sky
Fear the beerorizer, so drunk I’m going to die
The keg that crushed New York
Watch out, the tidal wave is coming
The keg that crushed New York
BEERNAMI!!!!
Surfs up!
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Taller than a mountain, high up in the sky
Fear the beerorizer, so drunk I’m going to die
The keg that crushed New York
Watch out, the tidal wave is coming
The keg that crushed New York
Wipeout!

Soulchef – Deal With It Lyrics

Intro: Hydroponikz
Making music that you feelin from New York to New Zealand

Verse 1: Hydroponikz
Yeah, they greet me with a ”how do you do?”
My day job political news, one day I’m jaded
One day I’m like the only way I can deal is get faded
Why the rich sittin somewhere shaded in this sorted peak
This assorted creak from the back to the front of my mind
Trust me I’m not only in agony some of the time
It’s always my heart on ache
Friends out here turn out to be a lesson on dodging snakes
It’s bug from the Empire to the guarded state who knew I’d turn to
I used to have this rap thing to spit my concerns
To the response I get, was to support my fans sponsorships
Now it’s f**king up my conscious
Now I don’t feel it like I used to
Lookin for a new tool of outlet, these news crews ain’t about shit
If they pushin agendas over the dead, helplessness in my head
This the world that I’m supposed to raise kids in
Raise awareness when the first thing they see is your skin
Fairness, they wanna feel the texture of your hearings
Take your paycheck apparent, how could I afford marriage?
All we ever needed was love, f**k a politician
And anybody making decisions, if it’s not that
If your answer is to buy em back then you already lost
What you can’t heal with music instead of comedy dog
Asked us to remain silent, alcoholic begone
Hardly breath for some suicide is the only release
But suicide by police, man that shit is so work
Can’t believe our society bred them
Cannot create a person new to that fate, go ahead in head first
Maybe you’ll fix it, maybe you don’t, maybe you won’t
For your next verse maybe you’ll grow
Don’t lose sight I love my wife, my mom, my stepdad like he my own DNA
And yet I still feel this way

Hook: Hydroponikz
Surveillance so watch your crowded neighbors
And doubt your flight attendant will tell you watch your head but my head got too high
Tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it
Man forget it
Thinkin I’ll be goin back, days a simple slow relax
But nights are really cold so these days now I know that
I can deal with it, I can deal with it, I can deal with it

Verse 2: Hydroponikz
I did it before so what’s so hard now it’s gun to these fakers that’s in this odd town
None of these bumps is at my job now calm down
Ain’t no balls they just try to suppress me
Some I’m out here making the rest with my own hands and keys in my right
Smokes in my left so of course they don’t stress me
A lost little rejectee that was trying to rep
Not quite the right skin and hype try to relax
It was about that, we was all supposed to come up, uh
Regardless, without graph the bars just to bounce back
Out the rat race the waited, betrayed God it’s just a mouse trap
The true essence is through lessons
So what I learned then, that stress is a waste
If that’s the case ain’t worth the money, just to get with the fakes
And then my flow is probably the best in the place
So I put the work in, we already made it for certain
How long can I keep cursing till it’s curtains? (curtains)

Hook: Hydroponikz
Surveillance so watch your crowded neighbors
And doubt your flight attendant will tell you watch your head but my head got too high
Tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it
Man forget it
Thinkin I’ll be goin back, days a simple slow relax
But nights are really cold so these days now I know that
I can deal with it, I can deal with it, I can deal with it (deal with it)

Snowgoons – Fast Food Nation Lyrics (feat. Q-Unique)

[Intro]
McDonald’s is my spot. Right in the drive-thru
“I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle” – Beastie Boys’Hold It Now Hit It’
“Yo can I interest you in some burgers and fries” – De La Soul ‘Bitties In The BK Lounge’

[Verse One]
Welcome to hip hop, let me take your order
With a side order of lies, lead your children to the slaughter
You can super size and feel like you’re on a winning team
But careful with the calories, you won’t fit into your skinny jeans
No nutritional value, rap is like fast food
Like diarrhea through your system when it pass through
As real as he feel for all the gats he peeled
The label will only sign him for a toy and a Happy Meal
Tune into the radio’s artificial ingredients
A heartless issue with godless fiends and deviants
Frying up the french fries become a part of the franchise
Every man lies for a chance at the grand prize

[Hook]
We’re spitting that fast food
Load ’em up, blast through
Looking like a class of fools, look at what the cash do
1,000 calories of waste product
Hit your label up or get the place shot up
We’re spitting that fast food
Load ’em up, blast through
Looking like a class of fools, throw ’em in the trash dude
1,000 calories of waste product
Hit your label up or get the place shot up

[Excerpt from the motion picture Big Daddy]
“You got a Happy Meal? Can we get a Happy Meal? WILL SOMEBODY GET THE KID A HAPPY MEAL?!”

[Verse Two]
The similarities are startlingly profound
When the industry and McDonald’s share the face of a clown
Even a little taste of the sound is enough to make you vomit
When homophobic rappers falling out the closet
Burger King in New York brought Coke to the block
And locked it till Ronald McDonald cooked up a rock for a profit
The man serving you special sauce is jizz from the Hamburgler
The Kentucky Fried Colonel is a Klan murderer
Wendy is a hooker on 42nd and 10th
The five guys are at Arbys cooking up meth
An army clones and steel but the chrome ain’t real
You pop off at the fast food I make a home cooked meal

[Hook]

[Scratching]
“Addictive food creates a fast food chain reaction” – Sicknature ‘Behind The Backdrop’

Alexander 23 – Dirty AF1s Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You took your smile back to New York
But you left your toothbrush
And I hope you bought a new one but I’d love you toothless
I used to sing while in the shower, now I don’t
‘Cause you’re not there to sing along
While you put your makeup on
You took your smile back to New York
But you left your toothbrush

[Pre-Chorus]
And I’d love you just the same
But I’m worried words lose weight
Does it hit you just as hard from three thousand miles away?
From three thousand miles away, from three

[Chorus]
I used to like to go out before I met you
Now I just go out to forget you
Put my nice shoes on so strangers can’t tell
That I miss your dirty Air Force 1’s
I used to like to go out before I met you
Now I just go out to forget you
Put my favourite shirt on so strangers don’t know
That it looks way better on you

[Verse 2]
Took my heart to California, now it doesn’t work right
Yeah, it beats and, yeah, it beats, but damn, it hurts every night
You’re not lonely just because you are alone
But ever since we said goodbye, well, I just happen to be both
I took my heart to California, now it’s broken

[Pre-Chorus]
And I love you just the same
But I’m worried words lose weight
Does it hit you just as hard from three thousand miles away?
From three thousand miles away, from three

[Chorus]
I used to like to go out before I met you
Now I just go out to forget you
Put my nice shoes on so strangers can’t tell
That I miss your dirty Air Force 1’s
I used to like to go out before I met you
Now I just go out to forget you
Put my favourite shirt on so strangers don’t know
That it looks way better on you

Bts – On Lyrics

[방탄소년단 – ON 가사]

[Verse 1: Jimin, V]
I can’t understand what people are sayin’
어느 장단에 맞춰야 될지
한 발자국 떼면 한 발자국 커지는 shadow
잠에서 눈을 뜬 여긴 또 어디
어쩜 서울 또 New York or Paris
일어나니 휘청이는 몸

[Verse 2: RM]
(Look) Look at my feet, look down
날 닮은 그림자
흔들리는 건 이놈인가
아니면 내 작은 발끝인가?
두렵잖을 리 없잖아
다 괜찮을 리 없잖아
그래도 I know, 서툴게 I flow
저 까만 바람과 함께 날아

[Pre-Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin, Jin]
Hey, na-na-na
미치지 않으려면 미쳐야 해
Hey, na-na-na
나를 다 던져 이 두 쪽 세상에
Hey, na-na-na
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
제 발로 들어온 아름다운 감옥
Find me and I’m gonna live with ya

[Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

[Verse 3: j-hope]
Bring the pain
모두 내 피와 살이 되겠지
Bring the pain
No fear, 방법을 알겠으니
작은 것에 breathe
그건 어둠 속 내 산소와 빛
내가 나이게 하는 것들의 힘
넘어져도 다시 일어나 scream

[Verse 4: Suga]
넘어져도 다시 일어나 scream
언제나 우린 그랬으니
설령 내 무릎이 땅에 닿을지언정
파묻히지 않는 이상
그저 그런 해프닝쯤 될 거란 걸
Win no matter what
Win no matter what, win no matter what
네가 뭐라던 누가 뭐라던, I don’t give a uh
I don’t give a uh, I don’t give a uh

[Pre-Chorus: V, Jimin]
Hey, na-na-na
미치지 않으려면 미쳐야 해
Hey, na-na-na
나를 다 던져 이 두 쪽 세상에
Hey, na-na-na
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
제 발로 들어온 아름다운 감옥
Find me and I’m gonna live with ya

[Chorus: V, Jin]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

[Bridge: Jungkook]
나의 고통이 있는 곳에
내가 숨 쉬게 하소서
My everythin’, my blood and tears
Got no fears, I’m singin’, ohh
Oh, I’m takin’ over
You should know, yeah
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
깜깜한 심연 속 기꺼이 잠겨
Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya

[Chorus: All]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
All that I know is just goin’ on and on and on and on
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

Theo Katzman – Brooklyn Lyrics

I haven’t even known you a day

[Verse 1]
Packed a book bag
Socks and sneakers, and dress shoes just in case
Sky bound for my home town
To the north shore on a Sunday
Gave a kiss to my lady friend
She’s a sweet talk and a sweet taste
Gave thanks for my family
Thanks to my friends, I’m getting shit-faced

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh well
This Long Island, it’s a desolate place
A far cry from my first love, Michigan
My sweet talk and my sweet taste
A long way from the long lost dreams
Left broken on a California freeway
This Brooklyn
Oh, Brooklyn…

[Chorus]
You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day

[Verse 2]
Hopped a south-bound train
From Bleecker to the Park Slope real estate
Looked around for a sit-down brunch
With all-you-can-eat poundcake
Found a few, maybe six or seven
Free coffee and free champagne
I hadn’t seen such a free time living
Since my sixteenth birthday

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh well
This Long Island, it’s a desolate place
A far cry from my first love, Michigan
My sweet talk and my sweet taste
A long way from the long lost dreams
Left broken on a California freeway
This Brooklyn
Oh, Brooklyn…

[Chorusx2]
You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day

You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day

[Outro]
Known you a day
I’ve only known you a day
Known you a day
Oh, I’ve only known you a day
Known you a day
Known you a day yeah

Ken Nordine – What Time Is It? Lyrics

There was this guy who was a regular guy who lived a regular life
Got up 7:30 every morning
Had the same breakfast
Kissed the same wife goodbye every morning
Went to the same office
Came home [?] Monday through Friday
On Saturdays, he played with the children
Did handywork around the house
Sundays, he took the family out on the station wagon to the suburbs
And there, they looked at the houses and the trees, the billboards, the gasoline stations, and the railroad crossings
And his life might have gone on like this forever
Except one night, something strange happened to him
You see, he went to bed at 10:30
And some of his friends stayed up later
And one of them, closing up a place that closed at two in the morning, decided to call this “regular liver”
And said, “What time is it?”, on the telephone
When he woke up and he said, “Who’s this? Who’s this? It’s, it’s, it’s two o’clock in the morning, it’s no time to call. Bye!”
But the practical joker called every night, two o’clock in the morning
He did this for two weeks
Friend [?] said, “Who is it? Stop!”
Finally, after two weeks, the practical joker lost interest in the joke and did stop
Then came two o’clock and the phone didn’t ring
So he woke up
“Why isn’t the phone ringing?”
He discovered that the only way that he could go back to sleep was to say, “What time is it?”
Look at his watch and say, “two o’clock”
And he could sleep
He did this a couple of nights until he began to think:
“It’s two o’clock where I am
What time is it in New York? Or in Hollywood?
Or in London? Or Hong Kong? And Cairo?”
He didn’t know
So the next day, he went out and he bought himself some clocks
He got clocks from all over and he put them all over the walls
And the time was there
He knew what time it was everywhere that counted
And this made him feel comfortable
He became so interested in time that he got little egg timers and gave them away as presents
He read about time in, in books
Sidereal time: time way out in the universe
He knew what time it was on Arcturus and the Pleiades and the Milky Way
One night, though, at two o’clock in the morning, the light wouldn’t go on; the fuse had blown
But suddenly, he realized he knew what time it was without even looking
Not only in the important cities of this world, but in the entire universe
And naturally, began to brag a little the next day
He told people, “I know what time it is”
And they tested him and he did know
The Administration had changed at this particular time and they wanted to save money
So they got rid of all their astronomers, all their telescopes, their weights and measures
And they put this man in Washington in a little room
Where he sits to this day, simply saying:
“BEEP. The time now is…”

A Boogie Wit da Hoodie – Stain Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Go Grizz
Put a stain on a nigga if he
Squat made the beat
Yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” yeah
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
I get money and you don’t, I just did like five platinums in a row
I’m that nigga, no cappin’, I’m a goat
All these niggas flow jackin’ and I know
And your bitch layin’, yeah, she wanna kick it
YSL wearin’ ass nigga in a Benz seat
And your girlfriend keep plottin’ on my wishlist
Have her stuck, yeah, had to stuff her in a frenzy

[Refrain: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Ooh, she love it, fuckin’ and suckin’ dick, yeah
Now she trippin’, talkin’ ’bout she wanna kiss me
I was busy, I was tryna bum giffies
Split it fifty-fifty with my (Yeah, woah)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah (Woah)
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah (Woah)
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” Yeah (Woah)
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
And you know that’s all it take to get a nigga smoked and that’s a fact
I be nuttin’ quick like I’m a virgin, when we fuck, her ass too fat
I had to fly into New Jersey ’cause New York don’t like the strap
We make the nigga front us thirty and we ran off with the sack (Nah, keep going, keep going)
Lil’ nigga, you asked to get it (Ha)
Bitch, I’ve been the best since a kid in the neighborhood, wasn’t playin’ tag with niggas (Let’s go)
I used to hit licks in my whip, had to switch up the plates so the tags was different (Yeah, bitch)
And I used to fuck on the sixes and the sevens, now we fuck the baddest bitches (Ten)
I’ma go get the bag, I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t into goin’ outside with niggas (Uh, uh)
And I ain’t gon’ out sad ’bout a bitch, I got hoes on my dick that be tryna harass a nigga (Yeah)
That lil’ nigga ain’t goin’ for shit, they gon’ come with them sticks, we gon’ pull up and smash on niggas (Bitch)
See the look on my face, think I’m laughin’, nigga?
Last nigga to play, know what happened, nigga?
They know I—

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” Yeah
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

King Chip – High School Reunion Lyrics (feat. Hopsin)

[Intro: King Chip]
Class of 2005, I’m shitting on all your niggas

[Verse 1: King Chip]
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
Bitch I got the check I left it to the credit union
Got a hundred niggas ready but you a bitch, I ain’t gon’ need ‘em
Bitch ask me what King Chip mean, I say Cleveland
f**k y’ass nigga, try talk crazy, now a nigga walk crazy
I be getting off lately, got it all safety, cause you’re crazy
You think my son ain’t finna had no daddy, you’re crazy
If I bust a nigga head it’s cause y’all made me
You ain’t seen me in a while, got the check, now pray the lord saved me

[Hook: King Chip]
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
You ain’t seen me in a while
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
You ain’t seen me in a while
Shittin’ on these bitch ass niggas at the high school reunion

[Verse 2: King Chip]
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
Bitch, I just came here to stunt, I ain’t want no reunion
Even if pretty Vicky what they call her, King Chip f**king over all of ‘em
I know some bitch never said nothing to me in the hall, now I’m skeeting over all of ‘em
I was in the real wet thing, I was in the pussy [?]
Two bitches from the twelfth grade both start sprayin’
You never seen me grindin’, now I’m finna start playin’
I ain’t got no diploma, ain’t got no student loans
I’m a student to the f**k shit, [?]
I ain’t never go to prom, nigga f**k prom
All these hoes fat and broke, live with their mom

[Hook: King Chip]
You ain’t seen me in a while
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t seen me in a while
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m [?] on you now
Shittin’ on these bitch ass niggas at the high school reunion

[Hook: King Chip]
You ain’t seen me in a while
You ain’t seen me in a while
You ain’t seen me in a while
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
I’m shitting on you now
Shittin’ on these bitch ass niggas at the high school reunion

[Verse 3: Hopsin]
Shit
You motherf**kers better feel lucky that I showed up
Back then I remember y’all was giving no f**ks
Showing no love to a nigga I was so cut
Now you bitches all upon my dick because I blowed up
Girls wouldn’t give my ass to [?]
My self-esteem was [?] inside the grave
Revenge was something I knew, one day that I repay
With my success, now look at my f**king life, hurray
I got a brand new house up in Norwich
‘Bout to get a second one somewhere up in New York bitch
Shit you tryna throw it at me now you better forfeit
You got three broke baby daddies with like four kids
What the hell you f**kin’ with grown niggas who don’t get paid
Oh well, it’s your life, your mistake
Shit is sad to me, you coulda had a king
Do me a favor, go home and cry your ass to sleep

[Hook: King Chip]
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
You ain’t seen me in a while
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m [?] on you now
Nigga I’m [?] on you now
Shittin’ on these bitch ass niggas at the high school reunion

[Hook: King Chip]
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m shitting on you now
I’m shitting on you now
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t seen me in a while
You ain’t seen me in a while
I’m [?] on you now
Shittin’ on these bitch ass niggas at the high school reunion

[Outro: King Chip]
You ain’t see me in a while
Shittin’ on these niggas at the high school reunion
You ain’t see me in a while

Cities Aviv – *Series Of Exits Lyrics

Raised for a better view
Thank you

That’s when the whole shit turned to smoke
Thank you for being there
Always
Always I hold you close

Until, until the end, until the end
Bless

[VOICEMAIL RECORDING]
Hey, please give me a call or Samantha, just let me know that you’re ok. You didn’t respond to my text yesterday. I love you, bye

[VOICEMAIL RECORDING: MOM]
Hey, this is your mom. I was just, uh, checkin’ on you, ’cause I hadn’t heard from you since you first moved to New York. Not sure what time your flight leaves tomorrow. Um, give me a call. Give me a text, let me know that you’re ok. I love you, bye

Fortes – Business As Usual Lyrics

(Verse 1)

I use to be a humble guy only eating humble pie
Now I just don’t give a f**k, California Humboldt high
I’m worldwide from New York but I’m Cali high
Plus I’m plotting power moves out in Paraguay
I’m finna let the dough pile, indigo child
Whose finna go wild if another bitch ask me if I really know Styles
7:30 hearing and I’m finna blow trial
I remember nights that I couldn’t afford dinner
Now I’m in the room with grammy award winners
Now we at the Cannabis Cup smoking the winners
I love New York but I can’t do one more winter
D-Block on my chest, but we rock with the jets
No disrespect to Khaled, but my weed’s the best
I feel like BIG, I’m ready to die
I feel like Wiz, I’m very high
I feel like Nas, New York state of mind
Last of a dying breed I was born in 89
I was bout 12 when we are the streets dropped
Welcome to D-Block, the mighty mighty D-Block

(Chorus 2x)
Everything slow motion like Juvenile
It ain’t nothing, just business as usual
It makes sense to you it seems unusual

(Verse 2)
I’m on the brink of something
You’re the type to toast a drink to nothing
When you think of Fortes you better think of hustling
When I walk into a room you know the bitches blushing
When I’m talking to the moon, no interruptions
Deep meditaiton, sleep deprivation
Don’t tell me I don’t need this medication
Every single day is a weed celebration
My soul travels the earth, I don’t need a vacation
I’m paranoid, cause the block is hot, mad cops
Plus I keep this pad lock in a plaid sock
In this back pack I have on with my laptop with mad songs
And every single one of em is mad hot

(Chorus)
Everything slow motion like Juvenile
It ain’t nothing, just business as usual
It makes sense to you it seems unusual

Pete Seeger – This Land Is Your Land Lyrics

[Verse 1]
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me

[Chorus]
This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

[Verse 2]
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
All around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

[Chorus]
This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

[Verse 3]
When the sun came shining, then I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me

[Chorus]
This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

Cities Aviv – Speak On It Lyrics

Let me take a second to speak
Pause when I roll up
Gang gang at the forefront
In the car locked where we hold up
Niggas wrappin’ some big weapons
Yeah, they know they never ever shot none
Green faces and blue stripes
And it’s Trump talk if I heard some
Hindsight we was dead broke, it was all smoke on the sofa
Until I came with the CTN
[?] out the folders
New York to London spread up [?]
Hit a pretty girl [?]
Even though I never knew her
Had to curve her, then I roll her
But life is kinda crazy now
I’m feelin’ important, but I’m invisible now
I feel like Invisible Child specials
Walk the street, a season freak
Dummy niggas question what they see in me
Pussy nigga beat you me
Thought that they was offin’ me
Nowadays they’d offer me
Water, that’s the aqua teen
Circle round my neck and hit my chest
It’s like a rosary
Stress stress stress
You white people ain’t pressin’ me

Speak
(speak)
(speak)
(speak on it) (speak) (speak) (speak on it)
(speak)
(speak)
Speak on it (speak)
(speak on it)
(speak on it)
(speak)
(speak)
(speak on it)
(speak on it)
(speak on it) (speak on it)
(speak)
Speak on it
(speak)
(speak on it) speak on it
(speak on it)

Lajan Slim – Break It Down Lyrics

Intro:
I got the recipe
I just be rollin’ that dope up, I got the recipe
I’m booted up, I got the stick, need the recipe
I’m smokin’ on gas, you know, I got the recipe

Hook: x3
Break it down
Roll it up (gas)
Light it up
Take a puff (i’m on that loud)

Verse 1:
Exhaling that kush, call it Angela
Road to riches I got stamina
Out in New York an I’m blowin’ medicinal
Your favorite rapper is fictional
I cannot hear what you sayin’
Loud in the air keep the evil away
Bowin’ my head and I pray
Inhaling my blessings, she love how it tastes
Boy I’m from Broward I rep it
Kush got me high as the Jetsons
Watch me boot up in a second
Bottle of water I’m sweatin'(I’m rollin’ x3)
Know they all famous, they all in my section
Throw up the four, it decide what I’m reppin’
My brothers stick with them stones like it’s tetris
Inhale that kush and increasing my wellness
Yo homeboy is snitching
Yo people they tellin’
Who is you foolin, you niggas ain’t bailin’
Yo bitch my groupie, my thot, she my eater
She drop that neck after she hit my reefer
Slim

Hook: x3
Break it down
Roll it up (gas)
Light it up
Take a puff (i’m on that loud)

Verse: 2
Jacques tell me put my kush out at the airport
I’m already high what I’m here for
On OG got me up like a billboard
Sour D got me stuck like a clipboard
Hit the perc got me tilt like the eiffel tower
I stay high like Raymundo on Rocket Power
Know I’m healthy lajan inhaling garden flowers
You would thought that it gave me powers
I’m in LA by my lonely
It show me the fake and the Phony

Hook: x2
Break it down
Roll it up (gas)
Light it up
Take a puff (i’m on that loud)

Kjell Hoglund – Rock Bottom Farm Lyrics

Rock Bottom Farm
I Vermont i USA
Där levde jag en månad utan sprit och utan tjej
Förutom lite hemjäst öl och minnen från New York
En dagsresa ungefär från Rock Bottom Farm

Jag var så trött på liftning
Jag tog en greyhoundbuss
För mina sista slantar
Köpte jag mej skjuts

Till Rock Bottom Farm…

Ägaren till ranchen var en västkustmiljonär
Som i förtvivlans mod försökte leka pionjär
Han sökte i naturens sköte livets rena ström
I livmodern hos Moder Jord sin amerikanska dröm

Miljonärens kompanjon var knappast riktigt klok
Han löpte amok med en yxa när det gick på tok
Förmannen var rånare på rymmen från polisen
Och resten dropouts ur dom amerikanska paradisen

Till Rock Bottom Farm…

Allt var dömt till undergång på Rock Bottom Farm
Redan syntes högt i skyn en kretsande gam
Rock Bottom Farm bara väntade på tur
En ruttnande tumör i en döende kultur…

704chop – Global Lyrics

[Intro]
(Palaze, what you cookin’?) Girl, I’m tryna get over you
(José, you done flex) So I gotta let you go

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, you can f**k me in Atlanta
So all the neighbors know my name, baby, chill out
Or maybe we can f**k in Miami
Where all them fine ass bitches I don’t care ’bout
I see your heart cold like my AP
So you probably wanna f**k me out in New York
We goin’ global, girl, I gotta keep you close just for what it’s worth
The only thing about love, somebody gon’ end up hurt, ah

[Chorus]
Girl, I’m tryna get over you
So I gotta let you go
And she knew that I couldn’t come second to no one
So I had to leave you first

[Verse]
I f**ked up my dawgs [?]
So you always hear me, woah
As you see, drugs don’t heal the pain no more
Screamin’, “R.I.P. Juice WRLD,” oh no
I swear that I been through way more than usual
I feel like I just keep runnin’ from Lucifer
In love with her body, she tryna seduce me (Oh no)
Make it bounce, no hydraulic, she [?] too
Her friend right beside her, I like ’em in two
Here’s a Perc’ you can try, you got one life to lose, no, no

[Pre-Chorus]
So I told her, “Baby, you can f**k me in Atlanta”
So all the neighbors know my name, baby, chill out
Or maybe we can f**k in Miami
Where all the fine ass bitches I don’t care ’bout
I see your heart cold like my AP
So you probably wanna f**k me out in New York
We goin’ global, girl, I gotta keep you close just for what it’s worth
The only thing about love, somebody gon’ end up hurt, ah

[Chorus]
Girl, I’m tryna get over you
So I gotta let you go
And she knew that I couldn’t come second to no one
So I had to leave you first
Girl, I’m tryna get over you
So I gotta let you go
And you knew that I couldn’t come second to no one
So I had to leave you first, oh no, nah

[Outro]
Ah
Oh no, ah, ah
Oh no, ah
Yeah, ah

Me Not You – These Streets Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m losing faith
It’s hard to see
The same mistakes staring back at me
There’s a city haze
I’m sinking in
And thinking ’bout quitting here again

[Pre-Chorus]
Heard the sound of a voice of an arrogant man
He said “New York is all over, yeah the scene is dead”
But there’s a guy on the stage wearing paper mache
And his heart in his hands

[Chorus]
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
Said it’s enough
Just to be
Right here in a city that dreams

[Verse 2]
From the bridge
I see the lights
Of starry-eyed dreamers in the night
There’s a window here
That’s meant for me
And promises whispered in my sleep

[Pre-Chorus]
Heard the sound of a voice of an arrogant man
He said “New York is all over, yeah the scene is dead”
But there’s a girl on the drums getting ready to jump
And she’s not gonna land

[Chorus]
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
Said it’s enough
Just to be
Right here in a city that dreams

[Post-Chorus]
New York
I don’t know
How I could ever let go
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds

[Solo]

[Chorus]
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
Said it’s enough
Just to be
Right here in a city that dreams

[Post-Chorus]
New York
I don’t know
How I could ever let go
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds

Abner Jay – Vietnam Lyrics

[Spoken]
Terrible things make news. Terrible men make big men. Why do think we’ve got some men in state office? Because they’re terrible! Look like you got to be terrible now to be popular. Look at the headlines of your newspaper every day, I don’t care if you from New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, or Selma, Alabama. In most cases the headlines of your papers are tellin’ you ’bout somethin’ that happened terrible. Just like before I left Denver, Colorado. Headlines on every paper in Denver where this woman poured gasoline on her husband and set him on fire while he was sleep! Now, if she had poured cologne or perfume on ‘im, and started kissin’ all over ‘im, nobody wouldn’t a never known a damn thing about it. Terrible things make news! Terrible songs make big songs!

It’s really pitiful and terrible about this Vietnam War. A young boy was in here last night. He had just been drafted. He had to go to Vietnam. And he had his little ol’ girlfriend with ‘im. And she was cryin’! Because he had to leave her behind for the front. It was hard when he left. So they left here and went down to the depot. And she was cryin’ down there, because he pulled out too soon. So he kissed her, and went off in his uniform

[Sung]
Vietnam, Vietnam
Look for me boys
‘Cause here I come

I’m goin’ away
On a far-off mission
I’ll be sailing on the deep blue sea
I’ll be back in the late, late spring
And I hope you will be lookin’ the same

Vietnam, Vietnam
Look for me boys
Here I come

I don’t have anything to offer you but a baby
Not even a ring to put on your finger
But if you wait, wait, wait for me
I will return with an honorable discharge from the Navy
And I don’t mean maybe

Oh, Lord
Save me for my honey baby
Oh, Lord
Save me for my honey baby

Vietnam, Vietnam
Look for me boys
For here I come

Vietnam…