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DJ Stoupe feat. Block McCloud – Independence Day lyrics

Posted by hatt on 25 December 2009, 8:18 am

[Intro]

When the wars are done.
And the waste and misery that follow great conflicts
and pleads for tranquil times.
What it is?
You know we come from the same cloth right?
We’re aliens brother!
Fucking aliens son.
Straight up.
These people can’t understand this man.
We are on another plane of existence brother.
Army of the Pharaohs, Lost Souls.

[Verse 1]

ArmagedMcClouds coming, better come inside.
Running petrified, when I’m done it’s genocide.
I come from an unidentified flying object,
To perform a diagnostic on your higher conscious.
The dialect that I direct is pyrotechnics.
I’m complex quantum physics and hydroglyphics.
I spy with the eye of the pyramid.
WI-FI satellites, the sky is limit less.
And my gaze sees past The Matrix math equations.
Half Man, Half Amazing Alien, can I have some space dept?
Back in the days I was beyond your imagination.
You couldn’t find me if you had On-Star Navigation.
Man that the catholic church couldn’t kill.
And this will be the day that the earth stood still.
This will be the day that the earth stood still.
This will be the day that the earth stood still.

[Chorus x 2]

[Kids]
Look up at the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane.

[Block]
This will be the day that the aliens came.
This will be the day that the radiation rains.
The day that the nation is saved.
It’s independence day.

[Verse 2]

The weather report is weather the storm.
We tend to get gory, end of the story.
Some heads get aboard and you get left with the stork.
I was meant to be born a Pharaoh, destined to soar.
An emperor, watch as the Templar retort.
Rise and fall, soon as I enter the door.
Eyeses on the man from Mars, I’m a stranger,
bring danger like the Leopard out of Zanzibar.
We organize your demise, the war designed to force mankind
to open their mind before they go offline.
Gave you freedom of choice and you abused it.
Every thing you people destroyed it, you’re too stupid.
Every great leader with voice you executed.
The only thing we really enjoyed is Stoupe’s music.
And Block McCloud, that dude has vision, he sees the truth.
It’s like you all revert to monkeys as soon as he leaves the booth.
Too little, too late.
There’s an army, middle of every great city,
ready to disintegrate your pity full fate.
This you did if you created birth control pill. *
And this will be the day that the earth stood still.
This will be the day that the earth stood still.
This will be the day that the earth stood still.

[Chorus]

[Outro]

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DJ Stoupe ft. Outerspace – Speakeasy lyrics

Posted by hatt on 29 March 2009, 11:42 am

[Verse 1]

Yo, skinny top brown skin with an apple bottom
Glued to my ears, my homies say she’s a problem
Showing up backstage with her top off
Gangster bitch always there when it pop off
Very superior, at times she’s sophisticated
And I admit she played tricks and I used to hate it
Spending my last at the bar when we shut it down
Lovesick, intoxicated when I put her down
She only cater to me, she my private dancer
When my niggas ain’t around she always got the answers
I’m a travelling man, we make travelling plans
I drink away my pain, she understands
So when she’s gone I can’t deal with the withdrawal
Vision blurry, 3D in this pitfall
Get the shakes, palms sweaty, it’s too intense
I gotta follow, sipping hollow it all makes sense

[Chorus]

Oh oh I love you so
Oh oh I won’t let go
Oh oh you look so good
Oh oh like I thought you would

[Verse 2]

I remember when I met her, man
Trying not to sweat a fan
I’d rather have a one night stand, send a telegram
But I’m at the age now, give her whole days now
Spend my last dime on her every time I stay out
Never seem played out, every time’s the first time
Everything, everything, everybody flirt with mine
But I take it as a compliment, kinda bent
More of her in my life to keep a nigga confident
I gotta admit, I’m crazy for the taste of her caramel skin
And I got ends to waste on her
And she’s more like a habit I can’t kick
When I wanna call it quits she back on my list
She call me quick when she feel alone
Another type to take it all put me in the zone
My niggas call me on the phone, Plan what’s hood?
I see Henny over here and that bitch looking so good

[Chorus]

Oh oh I love you so
Oh oh I won’t let go
Oh oh you look so good
Oh oh like I thought you would
Every night I’m going to write a story
Every night I’m gonna sing a song

[Verse 3]

This is outta hand, I think I need to see a rehab
I haven’t seen her in a week I think that she mad
She hasn’t called, got me settling for less
Got me thinking it’s over for good, sitting here stressed
I take twelve steps, my road to recovery
And she be everywhere but she don’t wanna fuck with me
Nothing I’m doing is wrong, maybe that’s denial
Either way I need a fix, bitch cramping my style
I feel a relapse coming plan I need a drink
Nothing strong, later on maybe we could link
I gotta think my nigga, I’m overdoing it lately
It’s been crazy on the real I think I’m through with it
She got me losing it and I ain’t used to it
You wanna ride all it is you want some stupid shit
Nah fuck it let’s get it in and crack the bottle
By the bar, buy it all, we’ll be back tomorrow

[Chorus]

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DJ Stoupe ft. King Magnetic and Reef The Lost Cauze – The Torch lyrics

Posted by hatt on 29 March 2009, 11:04 am

[Verse 1: King Magnetic]

I stick out like a pistol on a skinny person
When it’s urgent get punched more times than Vinnie verses
I’m a problem from the product to the paperwork
Slave deal make it work, main concern is making earnings
Got a great attorney, got me in the streets now ultra magnetic
Critics get beat down, invincible beast now
Invisible beat burst, street slang, feet first
Each wants Reef’s merch
It’s enticing reversal, the type that’ll burst you
The rifle to herb you, put a knife in your hurdle
Pipe in your girdle, I’ll stick the fucking mic in the fertile
Keep it a secret until she sneak the creeping immortal
In order to keep me you oughta read the disorder
At least we can afford the quarter of the reefer they brought us
Give me  a warrant so your image won’t last long
You suspect like armed robbers with no mask on

[Chorus]

Anyone above us tell em we’re coming now
Cause we always so hungry there’s a stomach growl
While you run your mouth, my nigga’s running now
Till our verses is fucking up your budget now

[Verse 2: Reef]

I’m a serious beast, you’re a delirious queef
The bacteria found in traces of period yeast
Seriously, your fear is envy
You’re frail and you sell fairytales like a mirror that’s me
Who’s the fairest? I bought you niggas, who’s your parents?
You repeat what your boss say, you’s the parrot
God bless all the fools who perish
Trying to remove the cherished kids who lose the spirit
Lift you like ?, I’m in tune with spiritual ?, you ?
Stop it, stab em, pop it, tag em, drop em, I track em
And snatch em in flat lands, they’ll find your fat hands
Stashed inside of a fucking trash can
Niggas stink like Pepe Le Pew, especially you
Me and Mag repping for Stoupe
I’m next to get due so to respect me is due
Dawg I shot the sheriff and the deputy too

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Reef]

I am felt from Philly to the Bible Belt
A champion who smoke weed like Michael Phelps
If my words don’t do it then my rifle helps
You nice and all that homie but don’t hype yourself
Thinking you can creep in and just swipe the belt
Don’t blame God, you ain’t strike yourself
Catch a hook like a new chorus
It’s not about what the music does for you
What can you do for it?

[Verse 4: Magnetic]

I quit Newports, can I borrow a cig now?
The same caliber of the shit that’s a big now
Beast that’s compared to the seas and they reaching
Get open with a stick like a blind Venetian
Crimes is recent, the rhymes I’m leasing
To find my reason I’m squeezing the nine, police em
Didn’t think I’d be an artist soon, I caught his tune
Copped King in the chorus in June

[Chorus]

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DJ Stoupe ft. Supastition – The Truth

Posted by hatt on 29 March 2009, 10:31 am

[Verse 1]

Yo, don’t make me add another chapter to your medical records
You wanna disagree a second, get spat on your necklace
And when it comes to rhyming, your flow is common
As the electric slide at a wedding reception
I don’t give a fuck what company you got a contract with
Or them selling niggas they jumping the side of whack shit
You talk reckless but no one respects it, boy
I’m the reason your wifey don’t press you for sex no more
And I’ve just ignored a cheap shot so roll with your hollering
Your overpriced catalogue belongs in the dollar bin
You sensitive nigga, you too feminine dawg
You probably watch porno movies with no women involved
From what I heard you and your fam ain’t feeling women at all
So it’s pink thongs and Gucci bags for him and his dawgs
Six-figure bitch nigga this is just the warning shot, pop pop
The next step will be a ten minute brawl

[Chorus x 2]

Pain, ain’t nothin changed
Brothers ain’t gettin it, it hurts
You gotta put a nigga to work
Already ready ? How can I show ya?
I’ll turn out the lights, the summer don’t ?

[Verse 2]

I can spot a coward from across the room acting real hard
Do I believe for a second you packing steel? Naw
But I still hear em lie about the cats they will rob
But a gun shot sound will make you track and field stars
Too much faking, too much truth concealing
That ain’t Jacob, you bought your jewelry at a booth in dealer’s
Ooh, I’m killing em with true words, you jerks get buried
Some of you will feel offended, if the skirt fits wear it
Don’t ask me about collaborations, fuck no
For God’s sakes I got a reputation to uphold
This here is the beginning of your ending fam
It’s Supastition and Stoupe, that’s my extended fam
We on a mission for loot, before you see me fail
You’ll see a bitch win a beauty pageant missing a tooth
I’m sicker than booth on fire, even a compulsive liar
Has got to admit this nigga’s the truth

[Chorus x 2]

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DJ Stoupe ft. Demoz, Des Devious, Just Allah – Evil Deeds lyrics

Posted by hatt on 29 March 2009, 10:07 am

[Verse 1]

I’m in my bag like marijuana, big gun like the man on Contra
That pipe on ya like an anaconda, true vets
So if you niggas snitching you get left like a fat nigga starving, biscuit missing
Murder mics in the booth nigga my flow tighter
I want life in the booth, I murder ghost writers
The album dropper, the show killer, my flow realer
Put a sly rock niggas but I don’t know jigga
Pick a pistol and pistol whip you
Bitch I’ll rip you in pieces and show you
The real definition of what a beast is
I can show you the definition of hate
Dissecting, redirecting your definition of fate
Got these faggot niggas hanging online like I’m phony
I’mma kill em by the end of the movie I’m not Tony
Remove units it’s useless to kill you
It’s foolish to fill you with ammo
I dismantle anybody that’s hating on Pharaohs

[Verse 2]

Heard niggas have a problem with the way that I spit
Need a crowbar to detach their lips from my dick
Herb got my wired, I write slang, cock heat back and throw fire
At lames and at dames, insane in my brain a little bit
Q is the code, right hooks to your dome making you fold
Yeah a nigga step try to play bold
Four-four slam dunk a nigga’s soul right in the hole
Ain’t like the squadron you facing
Nigga, we dub-statin
Run adjacent with wolves and serve in annihilation
Yeah, Stoupe, we can rhyme with the track
Cutting no slack, darts piercing your chest causing arrest
Cardiac fashion, twelve-deep mashing you out
Do your fam and your glass out your house
Everybody gonna get it, grandmoms, dogs down to your spouse
Watch you pay for talking sideways out your mouth
Tear your frame and drag your body parts due south
Evil deed is done, gather us, squad out
Hit the pad and laugh, burns els and drink stout, nigga
Hit the pad and laugh, burn els, and drink stout

[Verse 3: Jus Allah]

I am heartless, I am the fucking hallmark of harshness
I’m the narcissist of darkness, I am in the industry of mystery
I’m the unofficial victory, I am a Disney of misery
I am uneasy, disagreeable, I’m a vehicle of evil
I’m unequally deceitful, people want wealth
People want the nice stuff life might offer
People in hell want motherfucking ice water
I do not have control, I don’t have a soul
What you have you should hold, what I had I sold
I’m attached to the rope, I am cast in stone
Cast out into the cold; all I have I stole
Bust out with tons of weed, trust and believe
I have done the fucking deed, I am up to speed
It’s a lot on my mind, I am still bitter
If you could go back in time would you kill Hitler?

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DJ Stoupe ft. Saigon – When The Sun Goes Down lyrics

Posted by hatt on 29 March 2009, 9:40 am

[Verse 1]

When I’m rhyming niggas run and get spoons and forks
I rhyme in rhythm but give them some food for thought
Fabulous in everything, bitches, choose a sport
You ain’t made for that pound cake, you’s a monk
Ass-buster, ass-nigga like they say in the west
Slugs from the trey in your chest to lay you to rest
And your mans you let stay in the jets won’t get it
You smoke, you left em too broke to pay their respects
I’m Saigon, make you hold on to your left eye like Vizon
Never let bygones be bygones
Little Sicilian gotti my pizon
Will pop early 96 bitch, the nigga with all eyes on
And I solemnly swear to the man upstairs
I’ll always remain stand up to you *bam bam bam bam*
You might know you better put it in your head
It might save you from getting a bullet in your head, bitch

[Chorus x 4]

Every time the sun goes down
That’s when the guns go pow

[Verse 2]

We went from looking for scraps on the table
To looking for acts for the label
The rapture is fatal, leaving bastards disabled
Six in the ass to degrade then I look at you and laugh
When you ask if you can crash at the cradle
I know that woman bitches will become faster than they do
If you gonna spread that tell em how I blasted your anal
I thought not, I lick back shot, crazy leak north pot
Caught more of my balls than any major league short stop
Don’t mistake it, I love my black sisters but even more when they’re naked
I like how they fake it like they can take it
Speaking of fake shit, there’s a lot of rappers that make it
They don’t fuck with me, luckily I’m immune to the snake spit
? in the man, I expand off supply and demand
Live for my lady, I’m only dying for fam, bitch you know what it is

[Chorus 2 x 4]

Every time the sun goes down
That’s when them drawers come down, take em down

[Verse 3]

Fucking with me cat, you’re never gonna rat, blat, you’re never coming back
And my niggas stay strapped, forever the gun is packed
Look the glock, look the mac, whichever one is that
Shit I can’t even name em, I’ll bet you I can aim em
Spray em and leave a couple laying in your cranium
Big up to every shorty that gave me some head that made me cum
I got a little something to say to them
Thank y’all (Thanks for what?)
Thanks for loving to drink up that old gangster nut
And thanks for letting me spank ya but
Understand you ain’t my girl, you just a little skank to fuck
I ain’t Goldie Loc but I stay gangstered up
I shot more niggas than you fucked

[Chorus x 4]

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DJ Stoupe ft. Slaine – Allison James lyrics

Posted by hatt on 29 March 2009, 9:13 am

[Intro]

Wake up. Wake up, motherfucker.

[Verse 1]

I woke up after noon with my jeans and my jacket on
Empty bottles everywhere, Jameson and Jack is gone
Matches on the futon, roaches in the ashtray
Cocaine residue sticking to a glass plate
Eyes on fire, head thumping like a bass kick
Last night’s a blur, that’s for sure, I was wasted
But what’d I do last night? It was our last night
I can’t call my in ground ? fast flight
Hopped in a cab to the lab later on
Met my peoples at the bar for some drinks, eight or nine
I was blunted when I came, puffing marijuana blends
Caught up with some corner friends, took a couple Klonopins
They blew me out my mind, I mean they must’ve no doubt
Cause I’m on a couch with a night I know nothing about
I’m a villain in the night when I’m spilling my drinks
Until I piece it back together and I fill in the blanks

[Chorus x 2]

I’m sick, demented, I came and represented
Drugs got my brain fried making it hard to think
Strobe light effect everything’s moving slow
I keep living like this I might lose it

[Verse 2]

My anxiety was awful, kept me feeling hostile
I stopped pacing, my heart racing, the flaring nostrils
I remember a girl who’s wearing some Aeropostale
A lost soul, think she had me caught in her lasso
All day a sucker for love, I’m such an asshole
Drink on the drugs kick in, it’s only natural
Mixed up like Tony Soprano and Donnie Brasco
Dick-sucking crazy ass hoes, it ain’t a hassle
This is how I think about the bitches in the drink
And I fingered the blinds open
Has his blinking on the Lincoln
My man is walking towards my stoop like his fucking heart’s sinking
Banging on my door, something smell fishy I start thinking
Homie’s eyes are clouded with tears, he can’t see
He said Allison is dead, oh my god it can’t be!
The pain written on his face, he ain’t have to talk it
My address wass on a script bottle in her pocket

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 3]

Guess I’m a man whose been filled with malice and shame
Between dreams and realities I bounce and hang
They always say that I’m pissing away my talents and things
But what could I have done to save Allison James?
? I was sniffing coke till a nosebleed
She was eating Xanies, shooting dope until she OD’d
I took her to the hospital, left her for the doctors
And the nurses probably looked after her, watched for her
I like to make the details up as I go along
And think I did the right thing even though I know I’m wrong
But I don’t know what all the thoughts pushed me to the wall
I had a number in my cell, the smell of pussy on my balls
She died, I didn’t even know who she was
Maybe she was just a whore who’d only blow me for drugs
Maybe I was just enough on that day in September shit
Maybe it’s a fantasy, maybe I remember it

[Chorus]

[Scratching fade out]

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