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JOCKO SIMS
Head Up Lyrics

Violent aint what im trying to be
But this violence follows me
Never had money for a P.H.D
Now I get money when i make these beats
Give to my hood, Renovate these streets
Speak from my heart motivate my peeps
Everyday i struggle trying to find some peace
Never had shit, Never be shit
But i keep my head up
Nigga gotta get that cheese
Livin a dream
Its alright
But it aint all good, We misunderstood
So bound to repeat the same ol things
Same ol ghetto 20″ rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring
Smoking that shit, selling crack cocaine
Tatoo’s of the dead homies
Mostly poor broke and lonley
Never made it past the age of 18
Thats why brothers like me get locked up, Man just live shackled, In handcuffs pants saggin
Packed up in the back of the wagon, Dawg get off me, Your killin me softly, Brush it off me, Speak like I know
But I gotta go
5-0, wanna freeze my pay roll (oh)
Its unlikely that i do the right thing like Spike, Nigga’s too caught up
Look at all us, Want to ball up
to the club, in the mall up, till we fall up
Im lost trying to find my way back home
I’ve been gone for way too long,
I was a king, now im back claim my throne
my black pain and my black family that I was taken from

-Verse 2-

Always dreamin, Tired of scheming, Theres no hope for me
I’m born to struggle, That’s the only way I see
I just wanna do right
The Lord gave me this life
Everyday is a fight
But I still keep my head high

-Chorus-
Head up
Nigga gotta get that cheese
Livin a dream
Its alright
But it aint all good, We misunderstood
So bound to repeat the same ol things
Same ol ghetto 20″ rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring
Smoking that shit, selling crack cocaine

Tatoo’s of the dead homies man

(Uh)
No time to think, Take a deep breath don’t forget to speak
Pray to the Lord my life to keep, Been through a lot of trouble way too deep
Down in my soul but I gotta flow speak
what I know always be quick, Never too slow
Trying to tell nigga’s how to run the show, How to do well, How to blow up
Nigga grow up, Throw your hands up, If you feel me
Po-po’s out still trying to kill me
The real me’s, just still wondering why I have to try
At God I cry
Doing the very best I can,
I’m the man, Nigga yes I am Nigga
That I am, Nigga gotta be proud
gotta be loud, Never be quiet

(But)Violent aint what im trying to be
But this violence follows me
Never had money for a P.H.D
Now I get money when i make these beats
Give to my hood, Renovate these streets
Speak from my heart motivate my peeps
Everyday i struggle trying to find some peace
Never had shit, Never be shit
But i keep my head up
Nigga gotta get that cheese
Livin a dream
Its alright
But it aint all good, We misunderstood
So bound to repeat the same ol things
Same ol ghetto 20″ rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring
Smoking that shit, selling crack cocaine
Tatoo’s of the dead homies

Chorus

(Yeahhhhh)
(Ooohhh)
(Yeah, Yeah)
(Oh,Keep your head up, Oh,Keep your head up)
(Oh)
(Keep your head up)
(Oh)
(Keep your head up)
(Yeah)
(Ooo)

(Yeah)
(Yeeeahhh)

SHYHEIM
21st Century Crisis Lyrics

[Intro: Shyheim]
Flick up your lighters (yeah, uh)
Flick up your lighters (yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, Bottom Up! yeah)
Flick up your lighters (Ay, 2Pac already told y’all moron)
Who got beef, I’m just here to reinform my shit
You know, you done did Big, you done did Craig Mack
Man, you did Shyheim (New York, New York) You did the kid
That’s how we gon’ do it, we gon’ this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh

[Chorus: Shyheim]
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker’s
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, I’m a fighter
Flick up your lighters, for your nigga
With bigger website, despite us
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker’s
21st Century Crisis, I’m a fighter
Flick up your lighters, my nigga

[Shyheim]
I’m street intelligent
Puffin’ that drink with Lazanet, that get an elephant
Get out of line, like them little kid, colorin’
I body your ass, then bury your ass, then dig you
Back the f**k up, and shoot up your skeletons
For talkin’ all that jazz, like you Duke Ellington
I melt your shit, like when Sundew, people with no melennin
Shy, the 21st Century Crisis, spittin’ shit
And piss on rappers, like they C.O.’s on Riker’s
Death arrive, the last face you’ll ever see is Shy’s
And my hand’s wrapped around more necks than Armani ties
Came through in the M-5, tinted and kitted
The color of spinach, with Monica and Mya in it
I inspired, The Boy Is Mine Remix
And the begets on my wrists be the size of Cheez-It’s
I’ve been gettin’ it, ever since I could remember
That’s why I post a million dollar bail like Baretta
I crush your mic, I crush your mic twice
I move like Saddam, I got twenty look-a-likes
Wear twenty different color Nike’s
I’m like Ghost, I keep a bird on my arm flooded with ice

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Shyheim]
Yeah, flick up your lighters
It’s Bottom Up, nigga

[Shyheim]
I bust your head open, with an 40 ounce of Old English
Then be thinkin’ to myself, I could of, should of drinked it
As a man think of inner thoughts
So he in, deep inside your pudding, you don’t want it with kid
Who got it on with the dogs, and every jail of my bid
Had a scalpal put up my ass, not on no faggot shit
Twenty one guns a year, that’s what my average is
And I ain’t gon’ quit, until you get my enemies
The what? Out the whip, I’m the dude that they love to hate
Hate that they love, with too much street drama
To be in somebody’s club, so I’m cautious
Cuz I know shit that get funky, just like horse shit
Like I could be dead or in jail, by the morning
All everybody else’ll be doing is talking
About the unfortunate, let a couple years fly by
Everybody forget, it’s like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen, but y’all don’t hear me though
Let me say the shit again, like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen, twenty years will make a friend
One day to lose a friend, that’s why I speak less and listen more

[Chorus]

[Outro: Shyheim]
Flick up your lighters, flick up your lighters
I’m the 21st Century Crisis, and that means
Man, I’m bringing it back to New York
Staten Island, New York (put ten years on this beat)
Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, Manhattan, Uptown (cock that shit)
You know takin’ my early days, let’s take this shit back
New York, New York, that’s where I’m from

TO DIE ALONE
Vince Lyrics

Like a whisper
Or an echo of a ghost
That silence swept through our dim lit halls
That day you left
That day you took what can’t be taken back
Your life is such a tragic thing to waste
From hellos and handshakes in the hall
You were always there
I was always afraid
I’m sorry I wasn’t there
And I’m sorry for the things they must have said
I hope it haunts them ‘til the end

CHRIS AITKEN
Isolated Town Lyrics

Leaves fall as if on the sidewalk
But there is no sidewalk – just leaves
Cars pass by me on my way
But there’s no highway – just cars
We have leaves and we have cars
All of this and more
Trains pull most of the loads in
Because there’s no roads in – just trains

Kids smile like there’s no danger
And no one’s a stranger to smiles
Folks wave like they all know you
And because you all know them you wave
We have kids and we have folks
We have us

When “us” is everyone around
You’re not so fast to put your neighbour down

I live in an Isolated Town…

Chantal, you’re the only single girl
I fell in love with you
Now I live in such a small world
What else could I do?

So tears fell like losing an old friend
But there was no old friend – just tears
The sun sets and takes up the whole sky
Greedy old Mr Sun

We have tears and we have smiles and a sun that sets for miles and miles
Until it goes down

Bedtime in this Isolated Town
Nighttime in my Isolated Town
Lights out Moose Factory
Isolated Town

ARLISSA
What’s It Gonna Be Lyrics

I see you changing but I still feel the same
Feeling gets stranger but my heart still remains
Don’t know where we are going

Don’t know where we’ve come from
Tell me you want me for it’s all said and done

I’ve waited to say it
I’ve waited so long
I’ve waited to say

What’s it gonna be baby
Cause I don’t wanna waste all my time
What’s it gonna be baby
I’m chasing all the moments you hide
Cause I don’t wanna go
I don’t wanna leave you behind
What’s it gonna be baby
What’s it gonna be

No it’s not easy when it’s all on the line
You sent me flying for the very first time
Don’t know where we are going
Don’t know where we’ve come from
Tell me you want me
If I am the one

I’ve waited to say it
I’ve waited so long
I’ve waited to say

What’s it gonna be baby
Cause I don’t wanna waste all my time
What’s it gonna be baby
I’m chasing al the moments you hide
Cause I don’t wanna go
I don’t wanna leave you behind
What’s it gonna be baby
What’s it gonna be

I’ve waited to say it
I’ve waited so long
Before the mistakes
Let’s retrace and move on
It’s lame but I’m yearning to change what went wrong
I’ve waited to say

What’s it gonna be baby
Cause I don’t wanna waste all my time
What’s it gonna be baby
I’m chasing al the moments you hide
Cause I don’t wanna go
I don’t wanna leave you behind
What’s it gonna be baby
What’s it gonna be
What’s it gonna be baby
What’s it gonna be