Danja Mowf Lyrics
Danja Mowf Lyrics
"Question Lyrics"
I Have Never Walked Alone Lyrics
I have never, never walked alone Though you're far ahead you have never left me behind There are days I can't avoid the stones in the Middle of the road But I have never, never walked alone I will never be afraid for any time In so many ways you have anchored your arm to mine There are days when I lean heavily upon you To guide me home But I have never, no never walked alone In my search for human kindness When it all gets out of
I have never, never walked alone Though you're far ahead you have never left me behind There are days I can't avoid the stones in the Middle of the road But I have never, never walked alone I will never be afraid for any time In so many ways you have anchored your arm to mine There are days when I lean heavily upon you To guide me home But I have never, no never walked alone In my search for human kindness When it all gets out of
[Mowf's Grandfather]
I've never had any uhh..
healthy degree of respect for, rappers
because they was rappin the wrong kind of thing..
or that old bad language, foul language
I never cared for that.. bad language
I don't care if you make ten million dollars a day
It ain't worth it
What does it profit a man to gain the whole world
and lose his soul? Nothing
Rap about that
[Danja Mowf]
Yo, just a thought but I was wondering
What if underground were to hit, would commercial be the shit?
A universal role-reversal -- imagine that
Where a cipher's too commercial and some corny rap is fat
Would Hammer then get props, and did Ras Kass sell out?
Your moms pumping Organized Konfusion through the house?
St. Ide's was a soda and they legalized the blunts
and everybody smoked em and the President had fronts
Would niggaz sportin afros and dreads and the braids
switch to jheri curls, and high-top fade
Slave To The Wage Lyrics
Run away from all your boredom Run away from all your whoredom and wave Your worries, and cares, goodbye All it takes is one decision A lot of guts, a little vision to wave Your worries, and cares goodbye It's a maze for rats to try x2 It's a race, a race for rats A race for rats to die It's a race, a race for rats A race for rats to die Sick and tired of Maggie's farm She's a bitch, with broken arms to wave Your worries, and
s?Run away from all your boredom Run away from all your whoredom and wave Your worries, and cares, goodbye All it takes is one decision A lot of guts, a little vision to wave Your worries, and cares goodbye It's a maze for rats to try x2 It's a race, a race for rats A race for rats to die It's a race, a race for rats A race for rats to die Sick and tired of Maggie's farm She's a bitch, with broken arms to wave Your worries, and
And rappin bout the streets wasn't cool
The underground would pump non-violence, safe sex, stay in school
So who? Be real, could you choose? (nah)
When re-al-ity and commercial-ity both fuse?
But I've got news check it out we're on the way (what?)
to making this happen everyday, so I say
Question: Do you have to be from the hood
in order, to know, how to rap good?
Question: Do you have to pack a Tec-9
Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?
Question: Do you you have to be a gang banger
or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?
Question: Do you have to be an alcoholic
or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?
Check it out, I was chillin in my crib
With my hand on the dial, bout to watch a video for a while
Freestyle rules, yes indeed
The song's about hustlers, smokin mad weed
And how many gats you can tote in your coat
And how quick you pull it, and discharge the bullet
Are real O.G
Devil Girl Lyrics
(Written by Kevin Griffin) (Transcribed by Ferlen David III) Here's a story-- I took a country ride one day When the rivers froze and the sun began to grey It was rainin' I lost control and hit a tree Well when I looked up Saw a house in front of me Well she let me in There was magic in her eyes I wish I could have seen through her disguise And you... Sharpen your horns Light up the night Twisting yo
.'s, the real MC's?(Written by Kevin Griffin) (Transcribed by Ferlen David III) Here's a story-- I took a country ride one day When the rivers froze and the sun began to grey It was rainin' I lost control and hit a tree Well when I looked up Saw a house in front of me Well she let me in There was magic in her eyes I wish I could have seen through her disguise And you... Sharpen your horns Light up the night Twisting yo
A brother out the pen with the pen writin sin
Can you tell me then -- if you knows why the do's always close
when I shows with my demos, suppose it's the clothes (nah)
Shoulda choose those Timbo's
or talked about some hoes in my flows (that's how it goes)
Yo it's cool if you live that
If I can't relate, are my rhymes less fat?
Cause I'm not a hustler, a gangster, a player or a G
I'm just an MC bein me, so I ask
Question: Do you have to be from the hood
in order, to know, how to rap good?
Question: Do you have to pack a Tec-9
Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?
Question: Do you you have to be a gang banger
or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?
Question: Do you have to be an alcoholic
or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?
I don't wanna sell my soul to go gold
or pack a gat to umm, go plat-i-numm
If my pockets fat then umm, let it be from how I come
A smart
Fighter Pilot....Korean War Lyrics
A thousand powdered parts Past the sun and moon The hint of timelessness splashed On this afternoon And they tell me I'm inside When I run and when I hide I want to touch you I think my courage must Never leave this room It's like the history that Hides in the monsoon And they tell me I'm alive But when I lean into a dive I want to touch you At home they think we must be fools The sky or street, they're both as cruel<
intellectu-al, poet of the streetsA thousand powdered parts Past the sun and moon The hint of timelessness splashed On this afternoon And they tell me I'm inside When I run and when I hide I want to touch you I think my courage must Never leave this room It's like the history that Hides in the monsoon And they tell me I'm alive But when I lean into a dive I want to touch you At home they think we must be fools The sky or street, they're both as cruel<
Recitin over beats, representin with the pen
I don't pack nines, but known to carry tens
in fingers, ten funk bringers, they known to bring
funk to a punk like a trunk full of skunk, PEE-EWW
I see you, peek-a-boo, who
got a weaker crew, here's a technique or two
Pay-Per-View nigga, for the true niggaz, not the ones
pullin triggers but the ones whose the father figures
WHOA, that's a radical idea, imagine that
But who would wanna hear
somethin in they ear positive
Instead of somethin glorifyin just how triflin they live, so..
Question: Do you have to be from the hood
in order, to know, how to rap good?
Question: Do you have to pack a Tec-9
Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?
Question: Do you you have to be a gang banger
or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?
Question: Do you have to be an alcoholic
or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?