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It's lonely at the top
But it's cold too
And that's the only part they don't show you
It's lonely at the top
But it's cold too
That the part they won't show you
One of the earliest forms of story
Coming out of Africa
Tales Of Glory
A Fable is a tale about animals
But in reality, they're just humans in a sample
It instructs us
It teaches us something bout our behavior
That we might not see in ourselves but more so in our neighbor
But most folks don't like to be told
About they damn self so a story unfolds
Then an emcee like me has to come and referee
A twist the story and act like I'm talking about other emcees
But in reality, I'm more so talking to the listener
But I ain't dissing ya
Nah, don't get it twisted sir.
When we came to these shores years ago.
We brought along a flow that we barely did know.
Made up some new ones when there were more peculiar behaviors
On part of the ones who enslaved us
Coming in with the drumming in out the speakers
We would tell stories about crafty foxes and sneakers
Worn on our feet and getting chased by the cops
Man we only talking about situations that never stop
Slavery of the mind
We trying to find survival codes
Get a grip, sharpen your wits and tell the younger folks
Each and every instruction comes with coded language
Messages hidden inside of what we're saying
Man seen toad and donkey having a race in the street
I hope that brare rabbit finally gets some sleep
The first Spider-Man was black tho
For real the first Spider-Man was black
Little Black Mary
Sweet as a berry
How does your garden grow
With collard greens and beans and all the little things
That make beautiful black children grow
You know
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"Glitter"
03:51
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All that glitters ain't gold so I'm told
All that's in your hand isn't meant for you to hold
Most the stories you've been told
Are too old
Cypers are needed to break the code
Reload
All that glitters ain't gold so I'm told
All that's in your hand isn't meant for you to hold
Most the stories you've been told
Are too old
Cypers are needed to break the code
Reload
How to state the state of the secrets
Can you keep up with the tide at the deep end?
Take a deep drink in, wonderland begins
First steps of the adventure is a trip in
You tripping? Look at your condition, an impossible mission
To keep your sanity in a land that be so different
Your whole prescription has been written
By magicians that enlisting to the sources of the friction
Listen close, they bugging at the listening post
On your timelines listings and posts, not missing your quotes
ANything you say can be used against you one day
Never goes away, comes to haunt you on your fun day
Got you running out the house at night, in the moonlight nude
Viral by noon, every channel on all the news
Try not to be consumed by the darkness and gloom
Don't assume that your fate is destined to be doomed
All that glitter gotta sparkle and shine
Take it one day at a time, sit back, relax, recline
Left the jewelry store with something fine
A gemstone, hardened over time into a diamond mine
She got in her hair, on her face
Got it all over the place
Glitter on Her cheeks
When she speaks
Glitter flies out in space
Shiny icey little flakes, on her lips all I taste
Is the color of her mind when she inclines to kiss my face
Love to finish at that pace
That the style I can't replace
She calls without phone, on time, never late
Believe what you want, it's all made up anyway
All that glitters ain't gold so I'm told
All that's in your hand isn't meant for you to hold
Most the stories you've been told
Are too old
Cypers are needed to break the code
All that glitters ain't gold so I'm told
All that's in your hand isn't meant for you to hold
Most the stories you've been told
Are too old
Cypers are needed to break the code
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"Get Free"
04:33
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Get the hell outta here
Just get the hell outta here
Get the hell outta here
just get the hell outta here
get the hell outta here
get the hell outta here
Get money, get paid, get loot, get laid
Get it in season begins, dont be afraid
Get trees, get free, get enough for you and me
And get the hell up out of here if you can't emcee
Get money, get paid, get loot, get laid
Get it in season begins, dont be afraid
Get trees, get free, get enough for you and me
And get the hell up out of here if you can't emcee
Get money, get paid, get loot, get laid
Get it in season begins, dont be afraid
From sun up to sunset
Get lit, get wet and get everything you could possibly get
Get paper, get large, get a platinum Mastercard
Get a real big garage to fit three or four cars
Get trees, get free
But just make sure you get enough for you and me
Get it in while the getting is good
Get some help for the hood
Get everything that you possibly could
Get off your ass and jam son, get in the groove
Get a girl to do the twirl and get her in the mood
Get her to the pad, get her naked
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
I get respected but I never get neglected, check it
Ay yo, I'm dropping jewels on you, hope you don't forget it
I complete the beat dog, I come with it
It's getting to the point that I don't understand folks
Their style is full of death dog, second hand smoke
Their getting caught up in the fast lane moving swift
They working twice as hard yo they ain't getting shit
This s is getting old dog, losing's for the birds
The only things these haters get is on my damn nerves
Get money, get paid, get loot, get laid
Get it in season begins, dont be afraid
Get trees, get free, get enough for you and me
And get the hell up out of here if you can't emcee
Get money, get paid, get loot, get laid
Get it in season begins, dont be afraid
Get trees, get free, get enough for you and me
And get the hell up out of here if you can't emcee
After you get some good rest, get some breakfast
Smoke a blunt before you put on your clothes and get dressed
Get some grease and a comb because your hair's a mess
Ahh f it just get a cap I guess
Get some good grades on that math test
Get the interview, find the spot with GPS
Get a clue my dude, get the address
And give my phone number to the buyer
I'll handle the rest
Get money, get paid, get loot, get laid
Get it in season begins, dont be afraid
Get trees, get free, get enough for you and me
And get the hell up out of here if you can't emcee
Get money, get paid, get loot, get laid
Get it in season begins, dont be afraid
Get trees, get free, get enough for you and me
And get the hell up out of here if you can't emcee
Get the hell outta here
Just get the hell outta here
Get the hell outta here
just get the hell outta here
get the hell outta here
get the hell outta here
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4. |
"Untitled"
02:59
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Word to my long-lost kid
I try to stay positive, but the states have records on the sh!t I did
It wasn't big
Just putting little bags of white in executives' briefcases late at night
My friends ain't much better but we stay tight
Catching cases, losing patience
About to take it to your head
Run the jewels, if you move your f***** shoes, your dead
Not an inch, I'm convinced that in a pinch I'll shoot
More than my mouth or my cavity tooth
Under pressure
Trying to push a Tesla
Walking in the concierge be like "Yes Sir."
Bedroom oak wood dressers
Blacker than Aunt Ester
Whatever rapper you like, I'm better my lyrics are fresher
My CDs are like dope testers
Addictive lyrical gestures
Pointing out those who write lesser
The rapper that you love's a bitch and I don't stress her
Or that tight-breasted sweater
Better wrap it up like a dub of some shit
No sticks, no seed or stems in that shit
I'm OG like kush
Operation Push
Watch for the cops, put that shit up in the bush
Yeah
I'm something like a bizarre wizard
Eating gizzards and biscuits
Break guitars into splinters
beat the stage on some Jimi Hendrix shit
I keep a ganja clip smoking out the window
I don't get a lot about this world
But I get dough
Outside the house in the summertime
Game Time
Maple leaves, palm trees, bad breezies, gang signs
Eight o'clock I'm refueling and re-upping my inventory
My shooters got them
But yo that's a whole other story
Its only right that if you bear your chest
You get burned
Los Angeles be on that shoot out shit, they some true Westerns
Keeping food on the table
Keep the lights on, son
Saying grace before you eat
That's butter on them guns
Rounded out the prayers, then hit the streets
To see what's good
But it's a short trip, cause aint nothing moving
Like it should
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Pardon me if this goes all over the place
It ain't really nothing
Honestly
Honestly
Dear Hip-Hop, I had to write you
Tell you sometimes I don't like you
Dear Hip-Hop, I had to write you
Tell you sometimes I don't like you
Rainbow Rider
Original Ghetto Kids
Ask bout me
See if they ain't heard
Jersey
I ain't been the same since Hip-Hop came in my life
I lost my mind, I lost my kids, I lost my job, I lost my wife
I lost every fucking thing
Trying to chase this fucking life, man
And I would do it twice
If I had a choice to make a choice
When I spoke to the voice of the heavens
And he said you can go any way you want to my bredren
I would say, Hey I wanna relive every second, every fucking hour, every day
Especially that time in Miami
Lost in a storm, House Music, dorms all day
On like three pills, yeah we like real real turnt up
Burnt up the club on some preview shit of my future
Practiced every position of the Karma Sutra
With a white girl from Tuscaloosa
Alabama with that hella bammer
Southern grammar
Real hard to understand her
Understand the magnetic effect that you get
Kicking rhymes with a beautiful chick
By the pool at the Delano when the moons full
Singing soprano
Pulling yall closer together
I know whats about to happen next,
I hope you do to
This the way my flow can get deep inside you
Everything I say is real and that a preview
First scene doing it to death, yeah getting through
Getting signed, kicking rhymes all the time, never lost
Until the money came through and fucked the boss
All in the head, left us out to dry
But we some G's so you know, we get by
We gonna do what we gotta do, Ghetto Kids stilo
I'm a leave it right there cause some of that shit will go
To far and say too many damn names
I just rather kick in the back and do my thing
Yeah
Do my thing
Kick in the back and do my thing
You know Q
I do my thing
I don't fuck with you,
I do my thing
Seen a lot of shit and heard a lot of things
I just sit back in the cut
I do my thing
I don't ask you for shit
I don't expect to explain, bro
I do my thing
On my lonely
I don't claim the status of a fucking OG
But most of the OGs that really know me, call me bro, G
I mean...
Most of this shit is too deep for rap
Real G Move in silence and that a proven fact
It's like etched in a stone plate or something
It like G code, nikka why you nikka's fronting?
I mean honestly, think about it, do the fucking file check
This is some real shit and I expect
nikkas to hear me one time before we pass
Muthaphuckas understand the cultures turn to trash
What you want what you need what you doing
Shut the fuck up, stop hating
Everybody Join the union
The new movement, it's in effect it's been that
but y'all asking the wrong questions, in fact
I mean really I m just rapping of the top
But if I get too deep into this topic
Somebody might say stop
I know you will
They'll be like chill, you're doing too much
Talking bout the kids and how they got touched
Talking this bullshit, we don't talk enough
Yall talk about every fucking thing else nikka
Enough's enough
Yeah
Do my thing
Kick in the back, do my thing
You know Q
I do my thing
I don't fuck with you, I do my shit
I do my thing
Seen a lot of shit and heard a lot of things
I just sit back
I do my thing
I don't ask you for shit
I don't expect to explain,
How I do what I do
I do my thing
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Lock It Down
03:12
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Sometimes I surprise myself
With the ways that I make paper
It's like I got a printing press in Fort Knox, making paper
The more things change
The more they stay the same
Like every day you remain on this planet
You's a lame
Its a rare thing
To see me in these streets without some change
Mandatory service in the hood military
Documents found on the states computer was scary
Got no belief in the grief of the obsolete
Minor injuries to anyone that looking at me!
I got a dangerous thought process
Crazy at best, it Threatens to corrupt the innocents
Fake intelligence increases the rate of casualties
Waiting for a savior is a fallacy
My rhymes unravel your f reality
I've searched the galaxies but I found no dualities
None as close to this
This sh!ts to crisp
They call me Q.Rock639
Said with no lisp
I might be the illest one to ever do it
I just might be
I might be the illest one to ever do it
I just might be
They call me El Q The Gr8
Keep it moving!
Referrals coming and it's moving!
Lock it down
Lock it down
Lock It down
If you want a safe community, you better lock it down
Lock it down, lock it down, gotta lock Hip-Hop down!
If you want a safe community, we gotta lock it down!
No more bums coming thru on the block promoting wac sounds!
If you want a safe community, you better lock it down!
Lock it, lock it down
Lock it down
Lock It Down
Lock Lock it Down
Lock It Down
Lock This Sh!t Down
Gates going up
Nobody getting in
Or out, no animal fries or no secret menus pins!
No secret weapons or silent wars to get into
Instrumental for moving sh!t you've never been thru
I'm armed with a pencil leaving marks on you!
Lead you to the temple, pray for Q!
If you want a safe community, you better lock it down!
Lock It Down
Lock it Down
Lock It Down
Lock it Down
If you want a safe community, you better lock it down!
No more bums coming around the block promoting wac sounds!
Lock it, lock it, Lock it, lock it, Lock it, lock it, Lock it down
If you want a safe community, you better lock it down!
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Understanding what I'm saying is like finding a gold vein
Deep in the soil and dirt, under the stains
Sharpest wit with the darkest verbs
Targets hit with no delay, as I mark these words
Silence broken, I smoking flowers not vape pens
Cops breaking in, looking for new sign-ups for the pens
Lots of brothers are used to cell space to live in
To much wasted time spending, come out and start sinning
Get the cash fast, why you mad at the ending?
As long as the DJ keeps spinning, you winning!
When I start dropping facts of life on the mic
I keep it popping from South Beach in Washington Heights
Never stopping at lights
Got her jaw locked tight
Higher than a blue-chip stock price
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Here's to the good life
To all the good kids saying their prayers at night
Here's to the good grades, to dad getting a good raise
Got a good job to help pay for that new place
Here's to the good times
Rainbows over head, that a good sign
Here's to the hustlers hard on the grind, but might find
A goldmine deep inside their minds
Here's to the good life
To the good dudes trying to find a good wife
Here's to good food, bought at a good price
With some good friends, enjoying a good night
Here's to the good days
The good seats at the games, watching your team get good plays
The good life!
Cheers!
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Q.Rock639 Los Angeles, California
You may remember Q from his adventures in house and techno music. You may have heard him at one of your favorite clubs in NY, LA, FL or somewhere in-between. You might have gone to one of his events, purchased one of his songs, seen him on one of your favorite TV shows, or followed one of his blogs. However you may have heard of him, were glad you're here! Take a listen to some new stuff from Q! ... more
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