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[Intro: Asheru]
Wassup, this is Asheru
And the master of horror is about to terrify ya’ll whack ass DJs
With this banger straight from the boiler room

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A lot of cat’s like to get on the microphone and front
They say they rollin’ in paper like they rammin a blunt
Tell ya how much the sound, scared of the month
If the man tell you to jump, you do it
We never let a man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented
I get my props off the rhymes I invested
Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like toppa with a bow tie, Kick your ass with class
And we still take it to Brooklyn, when we ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got ya ready to blast, and we’re ready to last
I stay hungry like I’m ready to fast
Married to the movement like I’m Betty Shabazz, the rhyme veteran
Lack a real bitch right now like a Lesbian Thespian
Since they let me in the back, I’ve been droppin’ jewels
Plugged in like pasta noodle, Stay fresh and clean like hospitals
In world the crisp pockets and wallets and wrist watches
Did you ever think the wrist is watching you, that’s why the cop’s stoppin’ you
Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere
The cell phone transmitting radiation in your ear
Your two way is way too new and obsolete next year
Navigational systems show you how to get there
If you ain’t think about how you got here, do you know where you are?
C’mon, what happened, back in the day they used to follow the stars
You spillin too much, gotta catch it in bottles and jars
And makes MCs eat their words and swallow their bars
Oh my god…

[Hook: Talib Kweli & (Samples)]
Kweli and I’m (Hip Hop)
Me and my man came out
Put it down, c’mon
Mos def and (Hip Hop)
(Ideally when I pull the pin out)
(I hope you listening)
Black Star is (Hip Hop)
We about to do this, all over again
We keep Hip Hop (Hip Hop)
(Dub Floyd)

[Verse 2: Mos Def]
It’s me (who?)
Mos, the most beautiful
Plain and unusual
Black Star, rockin’ with that hot shit you movin’ to
Massively musical, that frequency you tune into
That top of the Dao shit, that ‘you don’t know my style’ shit
It’s what the Brooklyn niggas stay on file with
No matter what the scene or surroundings
You either um, on the grind or loungin’
I’m live in any state that I’m found in
Myself and all the niggas I’m down with
This announcement gon’ keep the ghetto bouncing
Where people find pleasure and measurements are ounces
Midwest, big stress and small houses
Down South slangin’ the twang mispronounced and
East on that foul shit, West, they straight clownin’
Black Star got this shit they all get down with
Don’t tell me duke on a scene I’ve been around in (Mos Def)
Well respected on your block I am the mojo worker with the hottest hand
I keep it cookin’ like pots and pans
I know that haters got hey Glocks and scams
But they simply can’t stop my clan
It’s mighty Mos and super Kwe’, my man
Black Star, my fam
About to move on the hearts of man and till the small hearted hearts expand
Brooklyn, they gon’ stalk the champ and I spit flame that’s off the jam
Heavy hittin’ shit across the fence
In other words I’m off the wall with this
I drop heavy jewels and ornaments
That make ‘em shine a little more with this…

[Hook: Talib Kweli & (Samples)]

Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby

Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
Make the move for you maybe
Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options ain’t good for you

Too many options can be fun
Yeah I know ’cause I got a few of ’em
But if you have to pick just one
Just be good at competition, they ain’t nothin’
But I’m not tryna lead you on unless
You just want more time from me
You just want that energy
I can make plans for your pleasure
But you gotta make a decision, oh

Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
Make the move for you maybe
Too many options ain’t good for you

Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
Make the move for you maybe
Too many options, yeah

I got [?] for you
[?] gorilla glue
Take your panties off with my lips on it
You ain’t gotta tell me what to do baby
I see you wanted more than just company
You just want that energy
I wanna make plans for your pleasure, yeah girl
But you gotta make a decision, ooh, yeah
Too many options ain’t good for you

You don’t play hard well, just give in
You see the wave I’m on and I know you’re drippin’
You see they blow me up, got they minds made up
Ignore another call ’cause your body wants it all

Too many options, too many options
Got too many options girl
Too many options ain’t good for you
But I’m good for you baby
I got room for you baby
I got moves for you baby
I got moves for you baby

Too many options ain’t good for you
Too many options ain’t good for you

[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
I don’t want to be afraid
Every time I face the waves
I don’t want to be afraid
I don’t want to be afraid
I don’t want to fear the storm
Just because I hear it roar
I don’t want to fear the storm
I don’t want to fear the storm

[Chorus]
Oh, peace be still
Say the word and I will
Set my feet upon the sea
Till I’m dancing in the deep
Oh, peace be still
You are here so it is well
Even when my eyes can’t see
I will trust the voice that speaks

[Verse 2]
I’m not gonna be afraid
‘Cause these waves are only waves
Oh, I’m not gonna be afraid
No, I’m not gonna be afraid
Oh, I’m not gonna fear the storm
You are greater than its roar
Oh, I’m not gonna fear the storm
No, I’m not gonna fear at all, yeah

[Chorus]
Oh, peace be still
Say the word and I will
Set my feet upon the sea
Till I’m dancing in the deep
Oh, peace be still
You are here so it is well
Even when my eyes can’t see
I will trust the voice that speaks
Peace, yeah, peace, Lord
Over me, yeah

[Bridge]
Let faith rise up
Oh heart believe
Let faith rise up in me
Oh let faith rise up
Oh heart believe
Let faith rise up in me
Oh let faith rise up
Oh heart believe
Let faith rise up in me, oh-oh-ooh
Let faith rise up
Oh heart believe it
Let faith rise up in me, yeah

[Chorus]
Oh, peace be still
Say the word and I will
Set my feet upon the sea
Till I’m dancing in the deep, Lord
Peace be still
You are here so it is well
Even when my eyes can’t see
Oh, I will trust the voice that speaks
Peace, yeah, peace, Lord
Over me, yeah
We need Your peace, Jesus
Your peace, yes
Over us

[Spontaneous 1]
Oh, let Your peace come into this room
Oh, come into this room
And still every anxious heart
Still every anxious heart
Oh, let Your peace come into, to this room
Still every anxious heart, Jesus
Still every anxious heart, oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh
Only You can do it, yeah
Woah-oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooooh
Ooooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh

[Spontaneous 2]
Where there were shackles You brought keys, hmm-hmmm
Where there were shackles You brought keys
Where there were shackles You brought keys
Keys of peace, hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmm
Come and still every anxious heart
Come and still every anxious heart, hm-hm-hm-hmm
We believe, Jesus

[Spontaneous 3]
Come [and fall?] in this place
Come and bring all the slaves free
Come [forth?] in this place
Come bring all the slaves free

[Spontaneous 4]
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (You are God)
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (You are God)
Let’s sing that out
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (You are God)
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
Sing it out over your heart
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (that You are God)
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know, yeah
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know…
He’s enough
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
I will be still and know (that You are God)
I will be still and know
I will be still and (know that You are God)
(I will be still and know) ooooooh, ooooh
You carry me
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know…
Long after the music fades, oh-ooh-oooh

[Outro]
I will be still (and know that You are God)
(I will be still and know)
Oh Lord, after the music fades
One more time, sing out
I will be still (and know that You are God)
I will be still and know

[Intro]
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la (Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh), la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-
Massacre

[Verse 1]
Abracadabra, bae
Run, don’t get captured
If you got the apple
We pop you like Snapple
Hope you got collateral
’Cause this a battle
4 5 in my coat, Minneapolis
You can’t let that [?] put a cap on it
And you know he not friendly, no dappin’ it
Hell of a fight ’cause all are some savages
Who the fuck tryna win to live frivolous

[Chorus]
Ma-ssa-cre (woo!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre, war ready baby
Ma-ssa-cre (yeah!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh

[Verse 2]
First I rob you then come back, man
Who the fuck tryna do somethin’ about it?
I’ma get that bitch inside the shower
Then read it to her like a browser
Uh, yeah, this stick can multiply it and go divide it
If you really ’bout it take that mask off your face
And don’t try to hide it
Don’t disguise yourself (La, la, la)
Unless you need help (La-la-la-la)
Known to come by myself (La, la, la)
Meet me at the steps (La-la-la-la)
Look at the camera, I’m there (La, la, la)
I’m not scared of death (La-la-la-la)
Plus I’m the reason that you wanna shelf (La, la, la)
Play the cards that was dealt (woo!)
Live life like the Joker
I thought that I told ’ya
You know me, I’m not local
I’m one with that [?]
You the Bombay [?]
But I’ll take your soul out
And I’m tryna take you all out
Put bombs in your girl’s [?]

[Chorus]
Ma-ssa-cre (woo!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre, war ready baby
Ma-ssa-cre (yeah!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre (woo!), la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre, war ready baby
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre (yeah!), la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-
Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh

[Intro: Giggs]
Yeah, Hollowman
Gunna, Felon
Welcome 2 Boomzville
Cash in the rassclart building
It’s nothing

[Verse 1: Gunna Dee + Fem Fel]
Snitches in the station leaving letters like the mailman
Bitch niggas pointing fingers like they just got their nails done
I do early robberies to start my daytime
You can say I wake up, just to make you lay down
But don’t act up, or I’ll make you stay down
You wanna act up and hide?
You’ll get wrapped up and tied
You’re fucking with the Pecknarm killers
But you’ll still get wrapped up alive
‘Round here, there ain’t no fakes you better get your facts right
‘Cause Hollow’s got the Mac
And you won’t get that Mac with no fries
With that Mac, you’ll get wrapped and left to the side
My Pecknizzy niggas, trust me we do this
You can tell we’re the realest
We don’t fuck with pretenders
Pecknarm, SN1, a bunch of top hitters
You don’t wanna get your top popped like a Guinness

[Chorus: Giggs]
Do dis ting
Niggas better know we
Do dis ting
Jail niggas know we
Do dis ting
Southside niggas
Do dis ting
Pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting
Even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting

[Verse 2: Fem Fel]
Potential pistol popper, slash Crystal popper
Got the shotty in my lap feeling like a trucker
Every nigga’s staring at the lad
Since Hollow Gind, every nigga’s staring at the bag
Arms out like I’m balanced on a stunt
More guns out, niggas act silly then you dun know
I left niggas marked like a rubber band
And I let it spark, one chance I’ma drop a man
They say they ain’t heard of the Felon
I’ve been out here bringing half-a-bird in for seven
And I’m pissed off, bitch niggas get it criss-crossed
I creep on a rich nigga with my shit cocked
And I’m still good with the metaphor
Trey-pound seen more spins than a record store
Felon I’m a legend on this rap ting
One diss and it’s definitely a strap ting

[Chorus: Giggs]
Do dis ting
Niggas better know we
Do dis ting
Jail niggas know we
Do dis ting
Southside niggas
Do dis ting
Pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting
Even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting

[Verse 3: Giggs]
I’ma, show you prats what a banger is
I’ma show you niggas what immaculate swagger is
Look how expensive the jacket is
I ain’t gotta mention my strategies
Back where the manor is
Strapping the cannabis
Blacked-out whip, with the strap in the back of it
Or it might be packed with a bag of chips
A-class, I ain’t gotta mention my category
Vexed that I’m trapping
He shouldn’t even think ’bout attacking me
Niggas better step from the back of me
If I pull the spesh out my jacket
Me and Gunna Dee might flip out and press shit erratically
Don’t try make a mug of me, what’s the matter b
My niggas stay sucker-free, ain’t no jacking me
And we ain’t fucking with the D’s, ain’t no ratting g
Pecknarm niggas are the greaziest packing heat