1. |
The Hook
02:06
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I'm the queen of New York, Sike the queen of the mic maybe
or just the jester I confess to bein less than best
but pass the test with time to rest unless I'm lazy feelin too slow
you'd better pay me, attention or I'm stealin the show
with no regrets, I won't undress to make you mention my name
but if you stress me, I'm wreckin ya reign
I'm reppin the dames, strange plain lame step up ya game
you'll never gain respect in my lane this isn't wrestlin mane
ia be a g, uh if that's what you claim
validate ya statement, greatness ain't attained with fakeness
you can hate this, but you can't take this
you can't break this, but you can blame this
all on me, while you fall on knees
beggin Jesus to be in my league
Hook:
I ain't wanna write a hook, I'm too lazy to write a hook
so this is the hook
If you don't like the hook, you write the hook
cause this is the hook that I wrote
I ain't wanna write a hook, but I had to write a hook
and so I wrote a hook and this is it
I hope you like it, don't try to bite it, cause this is my shit
Like malt liquor I'm bitter, a hitter, a misser, a giver
a little I don't give a shitter, I'm never a nigger
never the figure to hinder your litter, from gettin bigger
I'll sit and deliver.
Consider a clearer picture than what's in the mirror
I'll never beg ya to differ, that competition's stiffer
but I'll be flexible, perplexin those expectin hoes
and diggers of gold my signature flow is sicker than yo s (yours)
I throw low blows go pro quo forgot the quid I'm not a kid
I'm so grown though show, no sign of agin no time for playin
engagin, in recreations just delayin my makin ya playlist
Don't claim to be dangerous, don't aim to be famous
I'm creatin amazin phrases that stay in ya brain
since the day I came in the game
Hook
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2. |
Lushliayn
02:12
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Call it what you wanna call it, I'm just an alcoholic
I'm not anonymous it's obvious I'm such a lush
It's not enough for you to touch my lips and now you're in my guts
I'm just a drunk bitch, oh how I love this
interaction we're havin they say I must quit but grabbin
ya neck and guzzlin is mufflin sounds wonderin how
I'd live without you bubblin in my stomach
the one thing that keeps me runnin'
to the toilet, pissin every minute still enjoy it
ignoring hangovers in the morning, distorting my inhibitions
Sometimes I wish I didn't but I do,
you my best excuse for stupid mess I do
it's irreparable, we inseperable, incredible revenue is spent with you
and it's so worth it, I deserve it, you spoil me
crownin me royally, to the point where I don't need
c grams to sniff up, I got seagrams in my cup
gin n vodka sinnin proper, they say "stop it you trippin"
I never listen steady sippin, livin, just to be drinkin
grinnin over nothin, but alcohol consumption
spinnin stumblin into walls down the stairs outta chairs & off of stools
I'm saucy fool, it's all because of you, what am I gonna do?
but build my tolerance hope my wallet is big enough
to keep me drunk, cause I'm in love.
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3. |
Rat Race
02:17
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I may be lazy yawnin in the morning stallin
before I'm out the door then
I'm poundin the pavement, just for the payment
not walkin streets but runnin them, I run in them
wit sneakers not pumps, cause that is dangerous
ain't breakin my ankles for paper,
but I sprain em findin ways of earnin pages of funds
to play the game with, you name it somebody pays for it,
that's the language of the nation and it's my favorite,
I been complainin it's the same ol shit they slanging
I can't hang with it, but stayin is contagious
I'm blamin it on neighbors I got faded wit
shame on they influence got me doin this shady shit
I'm on my own pay roll, so I lay low, make dough hate when the day's slow
I gotta stay paid, I gotta maintain, I got a grind mind frame.
2x
I pray, time will pry away the taste for crime and mind decay
before I'm locked behind a gate, until then I'm fillin my bank
wit currency, wit urgency, they stealin and dealin in every buildin
and still ain't makin millions, who's makin billions while killin civilians?
My plate is spillin, my cake and got no fillin
I ain't feelin the villians that's pillagin, my nickels and quarters
pimps and extortionists, that's all this is so get ya biz in order
and off the corner, don't get caught up if you can't afford a lawyer
don't let your employers destroy ya health while they ignore ya
exploit yaself, enjoy ya wealth like hustlers before ya.
I'm on my own pay roll, so I lay low, make dough hate when the day's slow
I gotta stay paid, I gotta maintain, I got a grind mind frame.
2x
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4. |
Penis Envy
01:39
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I wish I was a man, wit big nuts in my pants
swinging while I'm singin about fuckin all the bitches in the land
they'd hop up on my dick when I demand
I'd stand above em, wouldn't love em baby
I'd just fuck em, I'd command and they'd obey
goddamn I'd be so great, they'd felate me, hate me, date me,
tryna make my babies, bitches would crave me,
I'd pimp em they'd pay me,
I'd be so cocky everybody would watch me
try to copy, stop me, block me or clock me
feds would wanna knock me, but I'd be
too quick, bust em wit my tool clip
serve em wit my burner curse em wit my rude lips
cools whips hot chains each week I'd keep 3 freaks
fuckin each other on DVD for free I'd be
maximum supreme bein please believe
I'd run shit, shit wouldn't run me. I'd beat
bitches in the face when they step outta place
keep em in the kitchen marinatin my steak
bludgeon these fakes wit the gun in my waist
competition would eat where I shit and hate how it tastes
I'd spread VD, catch DV charges, scheme these hoes
just to show em, I'm the smartest, make a gang o kids
and disregard em like I don't want em,
they mama shoulda swlallowed em, they could not be my problem... um
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5. |
Apocolypse Soon
03:00
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It's too late for rewindin, the milk that spilt is dryin
we dyin expirin, I'm dreamin of leavin just flyin
below me shit is blowin up and fryin folks are linin up
but time is up there's no way out it's time to clutch
your cross and bible, hold and hug those beside you
wonder why you not livin life like you'd like to
hope you tried to, it's over and we've been lied to
it's not a drive thru, cheap and easy, believe me
we leavin sooner than later can't wait to
see the end of all that's fake and fabricated I hate it
the race is fixed and makin me this crazy bitch
cause this is all it is?/it is not worth it
the purpose of livin is business related,
fuck the kids we raisin, the future's ruined aint' it?
Soon we'll be done with all the troubles of the world
Soon we'll be done with all the trouble, the struggle,
from the rubble we'll emerge to see the bubble has burst
it's not an accident fuck happiness I'll just imagine it s
not gettin worse, the earth's a hearse and birth's a curse
disaster's bout to happen hope I'm outta here first
I pray for change, but there's doubt in this verse, get outta ya purse,
that kinda compensation is limited they try to make us impotent
take the little bit of spirit in us, deflate and shrivel it
replace with wickedness, feedin ignorance to innocents
while they teethin and insolent. the meek and the militant
will inherit the pestilence, dependin on generics
their sendin us to heaven with chemical weapons
Soon we'll be done with all the troubles of the world
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6. |
Crutches
03:41
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Hold out my hand and nobody's reachin got me seekin
outside myself besides myself it seems nobody's even
concerned I learned as life occured I might get burned
I trust no word I heard I served my term
in terms of yearns adjourned.
When spurned I turned upward
so God could see my firm commitment to search
for a kinship that no distance can splinter or blur
I wish it existed but it didn't divisions hittin where it hearts
now home is heartless, you can't return regardless
for what it's worth, there's somethin worse
than sparkin blunts in someone else apartment,
hopin that they let you park it on the floor,
when you ain't got the shit you started wit, you poor
survivin on the bottom, dissolvin problems in bottles
watching neighbors squabble cause it's crowded
hate devours, makes us sour, allows for
a means to an end that is ours, we need the power
to come together past the doubt and
depend on each other remember no one's above you its now or never then forever we struggle, if it's never then forever we struggle
Lean on me,
we can't survive alone this life is cold hold me
in high regard inside your heart please don't leave
me empty handed I'm still standing lean on me
No man is an island, so why then, we struggle to survive in
the cold alone, dyin never findin home, we roam the zone thats loaned
it's foam little support we grown but still resort to sports that clone
security, the fury we know, is takin it's toll, makin us old
life is just so long we wrong, we strong, we gone we want
less than we owed, we own less than they stole and so
where do we go, from here no one to steer us in a clear direction
they beckon us near, we head in like it was heaven
acceptin they weapons as blessins, restin in they armageddon
let's take arms to get em, just guard your bredren defend em
and lend em a hand, we damned if we can't
we damned if we don't demand that we stand,
demand that we show each other love we wish we could know
no pity just hope and faith the world will change
for the better together we raise our fists for the race,
of humans provin life is worth the fight or we ruined
If life ain't worth the fight then we ruined.
Lean on me,
we can't survive alone this life is cold hold me
in high regard inside your heart please don't leave
me empty handed I'm still standing lean on me
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7. |
XS
02:18
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Anxiety is drivin me to seek what I'm denying me
I need, it says, to heed excess and that's Y I O D
I got no patience, fuck waitin, instant gratification is makin
me forget everyday ain't vacation, can't take this insaneness
over indulgence is phony abundance I'm playin wit satan
if only it wasn't so fun, givin into temptation I wouldn't succumb
to livin, this is dangerous what good is livin if you waste it?
slavin for paychecks and stayin in placements, I'm sayin
I stay misbehavin delayin the day when I'm payin for strayin
by cravin what I can't attain n prayin,
I'm gainin in the end and not belated, chasin wit desperation
not hesitation, its aggravatin my respiration I can't contain it
maintain it or eliminate it, at least its entertainin
XS XS XS XS everything I do, I'ma do it to death
XS XS XS XS everything I do, I do, I do, I do, I do in
XS, XS everything I do, I'ma do it to death
XS XS XS XS everything I do til I got no breath
Can't eat, can't sleep, can't keep still
each refill, leaks, spills, cheap thrills kill
my brain cells, it ain't swell, I taste smells, ill
I'm jittery, fidgety, mixin my chemistry til
I'm speedy gonzales seein my pockets wit holes droppin dollars
it honestly goes, quicker than liquid flows Oh No there you go
sellin me remedies, tellin me everythings so
heavenly when will it slow down? how? I'm about to bounce
off the wall, like a Mike Jack song, can't beat it
the way it makes me feel is fiendish all
I wanna do is cease it completely, but still repeat it
Lawd, can it be I stayed awake too long? my God
I'm feenin for a tempurpedic, dreamin of a long pause
livin at the limit for the long haul, til it's all gone
XS XS XS XS everything I do, I'ma do it to death
XS XS XS XS everything I do, I do, I do, I do, I do in
XS, XS everything I do, I'ma do it to death
XS XS XS XS everything I do until I break my neck
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8. |
Narcoleptic
01:45
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I live in my dreams, but gotta wake up just to hate what I see,
debate what I flee, escape it just to make it repeat
I'm blatantly cheap, I got it but don't give it my all
livin to fall, listen to calls
no takin action, no relaxin just distratction I'm slippin no traction
I'm askin what fraction of livin is fact and what's fiction
I'm lackin the friction to get back to position,
stakin claim to my mission of makin a difference
envision, a life of givin not takin, forgiven not forsaken for sinnin
winnin for breakin the limits, invadin the system
that's fakin jurisdiction, creatin a prison and cataclysm
has risen to extremes, machines gotta break eventually
might take a century but fuck it
life was meant for dreams I'm stuck in my sleep
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Raggedy &?
Formerly known as LMNOP; Raggedy &? is like the drama class drop out who never found a place in the made up, glossed over, airbrushed, costumed school of hard shots where everyone is sexy and famous. Not made of plastic, Raggedy &? is made of fabric (and yarn and buttons n what not); a real throw back that makes you wanna go back to the days when things felt less phony. ... more
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