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(Intro)
Fly!

(Verse 1)
Livin’ every day like no tomorrow try my best not to dwell
‘Til my style got the, everything it was swell, well
Most ‘squitos wanna be fly
Once sold like a clerk, not the clarks in my wallabee size
I mean, who other besides us?
Get the honeys, then get buzz like a bumblebee hive
I be high, but I try to behave
This for my fam in the building that be hungry that just try to relate
They try to blame it on our race, that the message relays
Flight on the course to get these chips lines in the air, won’t be gettin’ delays
And I’m the one she put on but turn into first place
And I just confiscate, besides I take it away

(Verse 2)
I’m still tryna get these streets hot
Finger out at each cop
We [?], straight lift until our knees pop
Them higher ups is not f*cking with us
Your chance steep like a ski drop
Crazy if you gotta believe me, I got no problem with grieving
All I gotta do is drop you like a Totem, got no problem with leaving
I’ll escort you from my door step, dorks at the court desk
Say that I’m the source of remorse and your score stressed
Lo siento mami, I slow the tempo hardly
This is your moment where you live all of your scar me
I been defensive but it’s time you get the message
You wanna spiral but it’s time to get progressive
Hit my last girl’s spot, but we done with that ecstacy
You been blessed if you messed with me
I wreck records ’til they rest in peace
Reject if you step to see
Bet

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(Intro)
Yeah
Turn my voice up a little bit
You know I had to do it, I just remade the beat off YouTube
Shout out to the Lex Luger drum kit

(Verse 1)
It’s my revenge!
Diplomatic immunity, f*ck ’em
Backstabbing n*gg*s even for screwing me
Like they just went through puberty, f*ck ’em
Shout my n*gg* Bada$$ for telling them who’s the new Joe in town
Do the Yung Joc motorcycle dance it’s going down
Since rappers tried to claim my lane like I was Lois now
I put this punk sh*t in the zeitgeist double Sex Pistol
Still a threat from a distance like a Korean missile
Hard to be official, you all sound like Youtube remakes
Remade the beat off Youtube though f*ck it, it’s just a mixtape
Go buy a squatty potty, boy you need to get your sh*t straight
I put the African face on my chain like I’m Kunta Kinte
Trendsetter, been better than these Cinderellas
Call me Vino Valentino and the V’s for Vendetta
You hide behind a mask on Twitter and remain anonymous
Fake like it’s all Love And Hip-Hop shows till they push the Joe button and you get punched in your face as a consequence
And jump right back on Live capping with confidence
Famous for putting your hands on women, you can’t be proud of it
Don’t try to f*ck wit me shorty, just stay monogamous
We from polar opposites, I’m from that South pole
Where that pole is always popping sh*t
You more like Papa Doc and sh*t
I see the future like I was at The Shelter
Race wars Helter Skelter
White addicts like Griselda
That’s why my lyrics be blacker than Idris Elba
I feel like I’m the link just like The Legend of Zelda
I really get excited these days
My therapist is tired these days
My brain is wired these days
Me and my dawgs don’t know how to behave, we know how to be paid like the MBA
Not the NBA and the NFL are the new Willy Lynch show ya how to be slaves
Racism exists, ’till Kaepernick plays
Michael Vick is a Uncle Tom saying cut off his ‘fro and make it fade
You should fight the system instead of fighting a dog
Dawg–really, you out your frame n*gg*
Jump around with the white boys like House of Pain n*gg*
Thinkin’ they love you, they stripped you of everything n*gg*
And now these rappers talkin’ about some “gang, gang” n*gg*
You ain’t no gang member, they get paid to protect you
I’m playing FIFA on the corner and you made me finesse you
And with the flow, I’m victorious like David, I’m Beckham
I can peck them at the London function
sh*ttin’ on tape, wiping my rectum, no peseco in my section
This is strictly Ace of Spaces, gold bottle regalia
Golden like I’m Jill Scott, I spit the Gospel Mahalia
At the table with my apostles, taking shots at your area
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Pick a side or you get ate like an octagon
Or decide to stay like Rufus and Chaka Khan
And we put 50k on your face like a pacaran
Watch how quick the minutes tick when you’re runnin’ out of time
Tell Flex drop a bomb, I’m the prodigal son, I gotta shine
Solar eclipse, blind n*gg*s like a dollar sign
Then I Dip with the Roc like when Cam’ron was signed

(Outro)
Woo!
Laughs

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JAY-Z is the first ever guest on Van Jones’ new show on CNN premiered on Saturday (Jan 27th).

Hov has been getting very candid in his interviews lately opening up about his private life and a bunch of other topics like politics in the age of Trump. During his sit down with Van Jones, JAY-Z spoke openly his the #MeToo movement, his marital struggles and Trump’s infamous “shithole” comment where he called countries in Africa that term. The “4:44” rapper calls the comments hurtful but says there needs to be a dialog if we are going to have any meaningful impact on racism in America.

“It’s like disappointing and hurtful, it really is hurtful more or so, everyone feels anger, but after the anger it’s really hurtful because he’s looking down on a whole population of people and you’re so misinformed because these places have beautiful people and have beautiful everything,” JAY-Z said on The Van Jones Show aired on CNN. “This is the leader of the free world speaking like this.”

JAY-Z added that this is something that’s been going on behind closed doors and made references to Donald Sterling’s infamous racist rant that ended up causing him to loose his NBA team, LA Clippers. “On the other side this has been going on this is how people talk, this is how they talk behind closed doors,” he said. “There was a moment when Donald Sterling had been exposed as a racist on this private phone conversation he was having and they took his team from him. It’s ok that’s one way to do it. But another way to do it is let him have his team and then let’s talk about it together and maybe some penalties. Because once you do that, all the other closet racists run back in the hole. You haven’t fixed anything. What you’ve done is spray perfume on the trash can.”

The rap legend delve a little deeper into the hot button issue of racism where he compared it to a trash can that will breed a superbug if you don’t disposed of it.

Watch a portion of the interview below.

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“Speak Life” is one of those timeless songs from Damian “Jr. Gong” Marley.

The single is featured on his Grammy-nominated album Stony Hill. The music video was directed Jerry Henry and shot in Ethiopia while Damian Marley was on the African continent for a tour last year. The video showcases clippings off ordinary citizens going about there daily lives while Jr. Gong walks through the streets. “Speak life, Live a humble and meek life / Ordinary day of the week life / Try to search and seek life / Way up keep your head up and stay up / Even when you sore and pain love / Never giving up till its game up / Keep your aim up,” Gong sings.

Damian Marley’s album Stony Hill was nominated for Best Reggae Album at this year’s 60th annual Grammy Awards. He is one of the hot favorites to take home the award with four other strong contenders, Chronixx, Morgan Heritage, Lost In Paradise, and J Boog. The reggae/dancehall legend already has three Grammys under his belt and is looking to add his fourth this year.

Watch Damian “Jr. Gong” Marley new video “Speak Life” below.

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(Intro)
Ride with mula
Yeah thats the mob
Come check with Dram
And do ya job

(Verse)
Im not worth of yo controversy
Im not thirsty baby im allergic
Colder than a hockey jersey
Dirty like Kentucky derby
I was lying on a gurney
I dont wanna die early
I was screaming f*ck the world
You was singing like a birdie
Never be concerned or worried
Two girls like Leverne and Shirley
Wake up in the morning early
Tell em that i love em dearly
They say oh my god have mercy
Shining like a i got on Jergens
You can hear my diamonds screaming
Like they just met god in person
Oh my gawd the squard allerted
I confirm it
They hop up like kermit
Come to bless you like a sermon
My house look like peewee hermans
And you know i bought it furnished
Im determined like a turnish
Yall lil boys ain’t got attorneys
I just hope she not a burden
I just hope she got a purpose
That first week was power surging
Oh my gawd the socket working
I been listening to the money it been telling me its coming
Sound like music to my ears like a symphony of hunnids
Mama told me id be special grandma told me I’d be something
I made sure they wasn’t guessing
Made the most out they assumptions
Being everything but simple
Stretch a dollar like a limo
Got a grill in one dimple
Got my deal without a demo
Tunechi

(Hook)
Ride with mula
Yeah thats the mob
Come check with Dram
And do ya job
Thanksgiving is the name
Ice fox to the chain
Rolex to the watch
Motherf*cker playing games

(Verse 2)
I’ve got issue, I’ve got problems
We got missels on the drop
Got a wore from the Bahamas
Let me verify what her title
Brought that wore up in the condo
had a part with fernando
I’ve got condo in dresser
?
I can’t handle name of b*tch*s i aint f*cking
I’m a bagga
Keep it real, if i ain’t f*ck them
I broke too and get them head up
Got a b*tch cooked like a chef
I had a wore from out the Meth
She like to s*ck d*ck with no mouth
She say she do sh*t with no help
control myself
I’ve been working overtime, I owe myself
I like by b*tch*s thick and quick
They go an lick below the b*tt
I brought a goat the highly grove [?]
To hold out to my shold
What happen on these tours buses like big like nobody know
Got a plug on line 1, had to put ‘hem on hold
Talking numbers trying to see how i’m gonna get rid of that ghost [?]
Talking big money for sure, I don’t trick money to wore
I’m a keeping running until, i’m getting three hundred a show
Yeah b*tch!
Ride with the mic slide on my knob
Get some b*tch*s, beg the work an do the dishes that’s your job
I’ve been sipping, if they say I aint that n*gg* then them lying
I put cogga on the table made her read between the lines
I said stop wasting my time
I ain’t flex it, aint win it, I ain’t s*x her, I ain’t linnix
Credit Card ain’t got no limit
Got a mac with an extension
Wants see murder be a witness
You’ll boyz just min’ your business
Fore you’ll swimming with the fishes
Wait
Yeah
I got the wait
I got the juice
I got the sauce
Yeah
Smoking the green, really its verbal [?]
So i’ll be calling it hard
Woi, south beach with a bad b*tch
I was just an attrantish
i was just in a honda
Now i’m skrrting in a Bently Jones

(Outro)
Why don’t I use
Oh baby, why don’t I use
Why don’t I use social media
Hold on..
That’s why
I’m way to high for that sh*t man
I’ll be pressing all king of wrong sh*t man
I can’t follow ten, two f*cking directions
Every-time I try to f*cking order something
ahh, you know what I mean
If it got two extra f*ck*ng extra screens that you gonna go through
I’m straight
Know what I mean
Like that’s it
It’s just too much
Probably got to be the same button to press to accept the sh*t or deny
I wouldn’t know
That’s why
That’s why I don’t f*ck with social media
It ain’t no other reason
You know
Probably people feel like I have a real strong reason
Like, no cause
I want this or that
Nah man
I jus’ don’t know how and I’ll be way too twisted
Like way too twisted to be f*ck*ng with non a that
I don’t really text non a that
Just talk
I’m just not text savvy
I’m sorry
Baby you come sit down with me and smoke once you got some time

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