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Tak Budet Pravilnei
Artist(s): Robert Ryda
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Writer(s):
Matthias Hirt (BMI) 50% / Robert Elizaryev (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Russian Rap, World Russian
Keywords:
Aggressive, Confident, Danger, Edgy, Ethnic, Hip, Intimidating, Laid Back, Menacing, Moscow, Russia, Russian Club, World Music
Instruments:
Accordion, Balalaika
BPM:
80
Language:
Russian
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Tak Budet Pravilnei
TAK BUDET PRAVILNEI
CHORUS
u tebya mogut zabrat to chto im ne prenadlezhit
ti bi hotel derzhat eti sekrety v taine
potomu patsan derzhit rot na zamke mnogo ne govorit
tak budet proshe i tak budet pravilnei
u can get taken what doesn't belong to them
you would want to keep these secrets in private
so the man keeps his mouth on lock and doesn't talk much
this will be easier and this will be right
у тебя могут забрать то что им не пренадлежит
ты бы хотел держать эти секреты в тайне
потому пацан держит рот на замке много не говорит
так будет проще и так будет правильней
VERSE 1
ya perestal davat sovety govoryat vredno eto a ya kak raz veru v primety
umnie misli uletaut kak slova na veter ih ispolzuut a ti krasavchik ne zametil
i mi za to v otvete no tak i ne perestanem vikladivat umnosti v inete
oh eti petli misli eto obshaya set tak chto znai vpred esli govorit konkretnei
vi neploho odety i obuty sudar smotrya na vas ya dumau chto odin iz nas gde-to poputal
na moei shee visit krest na tsepi tam bolshe net mesta prosti tebe na nee ne sest suka
ved eto vnature kruto prosto vpitivat chuzhie misli kak kuhonnaya gubka
no tolko dlia teh kto ne vidit daleko nichego vot i vse u nih mozgovoi stupor!
I stopped giving advice, they say its harmful, and I happen to be superstitious
smart thoughts fly off like words into the wind and they use it and you just didn't observe it
and we are responsible for that, but will not stop putting out smart thoughts to the internet
oh these loops...the thoughts are a global network, so you will know from now on to be more specific
your clothes and shoes are not too shabby, sir, by looking at you I'm thinking that one of us got everything confused
there's a cross on a chain on my neck, so sorry - there's no more space for you to sit on, bitch
this is really dope, to just soak in other people's thoughts in like a kitchen sponge
but only for those who don't see look further ahead, that's it, they have a brain block!
я перестал давать советы говорят вредно это а я как раз верю в приметы
умные мысли улетают как слова на ветер.их используют а ты красавчик не заметил
и мы за то в ответе, но так и не перестанем выкладывать умности в инете
ох эти петли...мысли это общая сеть! так что знай впредь! если говорить конкретней!
вы неплОхо одеты и обуты сударь! смотря на вас я думаю что один из нас где-то попутал-
на моей шее висит крест на цепи! там больше нет места, прости! тебе на нее не сесть, сука!
ведь это внатуре круто! прос-то впитывать чужие мысли как кухонная губка!
но только для тех кто не видит далеко ничего! вот и все! у них.мозговой ступор!
REPEAT CHORUS
VERSE 2
ya ne ideal v takih voprosah sam bivalo uslishu i otlozhetsa v podkorke mozga
eto mozhet sluchitsa tak prosto, potom ya pozabudu istochnik i ponesetsa
eto ne plagiat eto ot serdtsa rvetsa no etomuy nikto ne rad govorya suho bez emotsii
eto smotrya kak ponimat tot fakt plagiat ne plagiat kto bolshe resursov sobral tot i pretsa
kak povedetsa tak i bivaet kto bolshe resursov vizhmet tot i plotnei nadavit
i na tom mozhno budet zhirnuu tochku postavit nevajno kto perviy vajno kto pervim strelyaet
komu bolshe poveryat tot i perezaryazhaet i esli misli poteryani tvoi golos bolshe ne reshaet
tak to po zhizni ved eto tolko tebe meshaet a poveryat fanatam ved oni luchshe znaut
I'm not perfect in these questions...it just so happens that I may hear something and it will just stay in my brain core
this can happen so easily then I will just forget the source and that's the way it goes
this is not plagiarism, this comes from the heart! but talking bluntly without emotions - nobody is quite happy with it
it's just the way you understand the fact "plagiarism/non-plagiarism" who's got more views - got off good and happy
the way it goes is the way it happens, he who drains more resources will just push on harder
and you can put a fat period behind that! it doesnt matter who was first, it matters who shoots first
he who gets more trust will reload...and if your thoughts are lost, you words will not work anymore
so in real life this only interferes with you, and they will trust the fans, because they know better
я не идеал в таких вопросах! сам бывало услышу и отложется в подкорке мозга!
это может случиться так просто, потом я позабуду источник и понесется!
это не.плагиат это от сердца рвется! но этому никто не рад, говоря сухо без эмоций!
это смотря как понимать тот факт "плагиат не плагиат" кто больше просмотров собрал тот и прётся!
как поведется так и бывает! кто бо-льше ресурсов выжмет тот и плотней надавит!
и на том можно будет жирную точку поставить! невАжно кто первый! важно кто первым стреляет!
кому больше поверят тот перезаряжает, и если мысли потеряны твой голос больше не решает
так то по жизни это ведь только тебе мешает! а поверят фанатам, ведь они лучше знают!!
REPEAT CHORUS 2x
The Realest
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Midwest Rap, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bouncy, Bragging, Bravado, City, Cocky, Confident, Drinking, Druggy, Edgy, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Gangsta, Gangster, Gritty, Hood, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Minimalist, Money, Party, Partying, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Realest
THE REALEST (CLEAN)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a f***** SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codeine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
---------------------------------------------
THE REALEST (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
He the realest
The illest no disputing
He the realest
Got genius runnin thru his double helix
Always give 100 so you feel this
Cuz he the realest
VERSE 1
He the realest
And by he I mean me
I make music that comes through your TV or MP3
My CD is so sick that they call the CDC
Now they quarantined me in my homie SUV
I'm a fuckin SOB
P L O T constantly
My melody rock to sleep
Intelligent as I b (be)
I C (see), supplying the ID
IE, for example I'd F your GF put it UP on IG
Been kickin since 83 I'm a OG
All these newbies stealin flows kinda owe me
They on so much codine, the probably gonna OD
While I sit alone sippin a 4 0 of OE
I kill the lights O F F
Gonna hold the M I C till there's no one left
F L O S S
The best, no BS
Best G O H O M E and spell check
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I'm the realest, the B O S S
I call all O F the S H O T S
Take a trip down to OBX
Then hit the H20 hopin she be DTF
EZ, if she not, she could be my BFF
Drink some E&J and see what it leads to next
She said LOL, I said SMH
Took a jet to MIA for the 2nd date
Never been a second late
Ballin like the NBA
I make all my CPA's sign a NDA so they never say
Got you under watch like I'm the NSA
And esse, better watch your B A C K 'for I spray like MGK
Everybody in the G A M E selling out
Guess that's why I had to F U C K I N spell it out
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, yeah the realest
I'm the R E A L, who the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up real high, if you the realest
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
CHORUS
Down With Me
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Flirtatious, Hip, Hot, Laid Back, MC, Playful, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
88
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Down With Me
DOWN WITH ME
Come on make a move
I know you want it too
I wanna feel you down with me
Short stuff I like ya rockin it rough
It was a calm summer night so clean the rain came
You blow my mind with that divine smooth silhouette
Bet we could jet to Puerto rico
Freak those toes and not forget so I may come mention
On that evening want to smooth you with the feeling
Heaving somewhat revealing now are you feeling
Emotion damn I can conceive you and me weaving in the ocean
I can feel the friction love come between us
Is electricity after this night when I be missing you
You be missing me kissing each and every inch and touch
Available skin please commence to rolling those hips
Must be stolen from an Aphrodite Egyptian
In that position my new religion is just to keep you
Locked and clocked inside my vision
Come on make a move
I know you want it too
I wanna feel you down with me
You freakin it the right way freakin it the left
Breath to breath this effect doesn't need a complication
Yeah yeah what smoke provoke inter-dimensional
Sensual space travel unravellin meridian diamond in the island
I find your mind and its shinin' but after days of stress
And tribulation in this mess we need relation just to get high
Look inside my gaze you say the word and I stays and we lays out
Path with the math this equation makes sense
Just listen this is Switzerland what counts amounts
Of chips stacked so if you come around I know
You down with me and if ya down with me
Then I can see that we agree
Chorus
One Two
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Against the Odds, Aggressive, Angry, Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Combat, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dedication, Determination, Determined, Epic, Fight Back, Fighting Enemies, Game, Hustle, Overcoming, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Bass, Flute, Synth, Violins
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
87
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
One Two
ONE TWO
INTRO
Drop it
CHORUS
On a roll Ima go til they drop me (Ima go)
The life we livin' like a program and they watching (the life we livin')
Toe to toe I don't fold for nobody (toe to toe)
My heart is frozen chasing goals we playin hockey (my heart is frozen)
One two bodies hit the ground
One two gotta get it now
One two gotta fight it til the finish
We gone always follow thru and hit like
Lightning in the ending
Hit like lightning
VERSE 1
We throwing punches in bunches
Said that I'ma give it to you know you don't want it
Everybody know I came from nothing to something
Put a little time in Money come in abundance
So ain't no frontin'
You know we got the blueprint we doing it wit a strategy
We shootin' for the moon but I root for the people after me
doing what we do ain't no losing We seen some tragedy
When we got into it they threw everything they had at me
PRE-CHORUS 1
I don't back down I stand up and fight it (2X)
Get the lighter stand on up n ignite it
So bring the fire raise it up when the night hit
You see we strikin'!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Drop another bomb Ima problem don't even detonate
Kaboom
Me n the crew just stepped in the room
Hit whoever's left soon as they mess up n move
Losing all direction but got perfectionist views
On the road to the riches I get it I hit a bump or two
All these people keep jabbing at me I ain't know what to do
Came up they ain't laughing I'm happy and I been comfortable
Started in the back n my passion put me in front of you
PRE-CHORUS 2
One direction we ain't slowing it down
Karma catchin' up it's going around
Whoever stepping up we throwing em out
Applyin' pressure so they know what we about
CHORUS (2X)
Kung Fu
Artist(s): Mike Sarge
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Accomplishment, Adrenaline, Aggressive, Asian Influence, Chill, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determination, Driven, Energetic, Fight Back, Fighting, Fighting Enemies, Honor, Hyped Up, Independent, Inspiring, Laid Back, Martial Arts, Motivation, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Success, Swagger, Triumphant, Victorious, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Flute, Koto, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
148
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kung Fu
KUNG FU
INTRO
Oh yeah, hi-yah!
Uh, yeah
CHORUS
Man I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Ha!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Ha!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
VERSE 1
Yeah, uh
I'm built for this moment, ain't feeling no pressure
Just like a diamond, bringing the tension
I only get better
Then I stand tall in that in the storm
Wit that goose neck in my form
Was called the chosen since I was born
Got the footwork, I'm the Karate kid
No matter the challenge, ain't scared, imma go body it
Taken down all my foes, check the dragon kick
List of my battles know that I've won, list is immaculate
Look for the fake, and it ain't round me
All that hate, but it ain't round me
Talk that trash, but it ain't about me
If you got beef, then it ain't ground meat
They wanna quit, they tappin out
Now they know what we all about
Blasting off like NASA
They punch, we block much faster
CHORUS
Man I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Hi-yah!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Hi-yah!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
VERSE 2
Look Energy, Energy, push it up, move around
See a wall, made of bricks, Go ahead, and break it down
Gotta stay focused, even when it's hard
Get a little bit of buzz, infinity and beyond
They wonder how we move like that
How we set the mood like that
Cuz the groove gon smack
But across the map
They look confused by the way I rap
So take a pause for a minute
Don't need a crowd, we independent
Ain't taking no L's, always winning
Family Proud, like I'm Penny
we counter quick with blows that are super damaging
Mulan flow, the way we do it for our family
Bringing honor to land is what we gon do
Come in wit that disrespect and we gon hit you
We gon hit you wit that KUNG FU
Coming Back
Artist(s): Cash C. (feat. Edoe)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Charizma Shardayne Denise Upshaw (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Bold, Boss, Bravado, Confident, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drive, Drugs, Edgy, Flaunting, Gangster, Guns, Late Nght, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Power, Proud, Sex, Streets, Success, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Coming Back
COMING BACK (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new b***h
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these b*****s gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on this tape
I know these b*****s can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how n****s a turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see b*****s ain't riding for me
N****s ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
F**k the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This b***h keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
B***h get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get s**t from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this s**t on lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a n***a tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma f**k or not cause I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be f*****g on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some b*****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some n****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a n***a block I'm coming back
Turn this b***h around I'm hopping n*gga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that n***a done shot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shot for me
Never trust a b***h cause I know what that b*tch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My n***a Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side b*tches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new s**t
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these n****s pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this b***h
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
COMING BACK (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS 1
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these bitches gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on the tape
I know these bitches can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how niggas still turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see bitches ain't riding for me
Niggas ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
Fuck the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This bitch keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
Bitch get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get shit from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this shit on lock lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a nigga tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma fuck or not because I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a nigga block I'm coming back
Turn this bitch around I'm hopping out nigga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that nigga done shoot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shoot for me
Never trust a bitch cause I know what that bitch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My nigga Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side bitches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new shit
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these niggas pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this bitch
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
Land Of The Gritty
Artist(s): Boom Doggottie
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Achievement, Aggressive, Attitude, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Driven, Edgy, Epic, Football, Game On, Gritty, Hustle, Hustlin', Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Strong, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Victory, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
Cello, Drums, Electronic Drums, Horns, Snare Drum, Synth, Synth Bass, Theremin, Tubular Bells, Violin
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
118
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Land Of The Gritty
LAND OF THE GRITTY
INTRO
Ya'll don't get it, no, this is our house
we ain't playin no games
VERSE 1
Been down counted all of my blessings,
life lessons game on still stressing.
No guessing never let them see you sweat man,
my depression smiles my confession.
Daily testing I'm flexing my muscle
for the win no in I hustle,
grind hard take a loss what's that
bases loaded, two strikes, swinging my bat.
Boom ping ting run & tell that,
Winner's Circle gritty whole team on my back.
We can't lose, chant that chant, we can't lose, chant that chant,
we can't lose, yep bet that.
(We can't lose, chant that chant, we can't lose, chant that chant,
we can't lose, yep bet that)
All black, game fact, off track,
we own and y'all wack, team Spirit! Get 'em
CHORUS (2X)
Welcome to the land of the gritty
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
Welcome to the land of the gritty
Showing suckers no pity
Showing suckers no pity
Showing suckers no pity
VERSE 2
Break my focus, eyes on the prize,
competitors fear they see no lies in my eyes.
Me try know I do, wall up, wall down, run through, ka boom!
Look who stepped in the room,
MVP everybody know me,
highest points scored on every cellphone screen,
nothing but the T-O-P for me.
I, Hi-5 oh, so live, my stride, I glide, slip slide,
run, dive, collide, four more yards till the touchdown line.
Defense up, they're all fence off,
God I hit him hard they playing too soft,
we playing football, man I think they playing golf
we can't lose while I walk my walk.
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
Welcome to the Jungle I'm a panther not a kitty,
only one rule here survival of the gritty.
See that on my back whole damn city,
we can't lose, no time for the tripping.
Squeezing, flexing, fingertips gripping,
drool and sweat is the only thing dripping,
this is my house, ya'll need my permission
My rules, there he go boys get 'em!
Ya'll don't get it
y'all came to lose we came to win,
cuz this here this is our house
and we ain't playing no games
CHORUS (2X)
Dope Boy Balling
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Electric Piano, Organ, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
86
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dope Boy Balling
DOPE BOY BALLING (CLEAN)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'f*cka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
N*ggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
DOPE BOY BALLING (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'fucka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
Niggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
Go Like Whoa
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Edgy, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go Like Whoa
GO LIKE WHOA (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say f**k the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them b*****s never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
____________________
GO LIKE WHOA (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say fuck the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them bitches never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
Talk About Me
Artist(s): Omboi (feat. Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 50% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Driving, Fame, Gangster, Hood, Hustle, Killing, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Piano, Sitar, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
88
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Talk About Me
TALK ABOUT ME (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Everybody wanna talk about me,
B*****s and n****s want to lie about me,
I am rolling with the n****s that are dope man,
If I kill a n***a you a broke man,
My momma told me I am gonna be rich,
If I kill a n***a you are so stench,
I am gonna buy my girlfriend a Lamborghini,
you gonna buy your girlfriend some bikini
CHORUS
Everywhere I go they talk about me, oh they talk about me yeah
They talk about me, Everybody talk about me yeah
Everywhere I go they talk about me, blah blah blah blah yeah
They talk about me, b*****s and n****s
VERSE 2
They talk about me everyday man,
All this Televised everyday man,
they wanna see me die man eh,
they wanna see my momma cry man eh
they don't know that I know man
they don't know that I stay low
money money money calling me man
moolah moolah moolah calling me man
CHORUS
OUTRO
Oh they talk about me
Everybody talk about me
yeah blah blah blah
b*****s and n****s
__________________________________
TALK ABOUT ME (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Everybody wanna talk about me,
bitches and niggas want to lie about me,
I am rolling with the niggas that are dope man,
Fuck you nigga you a broke man,
My momma told me I am gonna be rich,
Fuck you nigga you are so stench,
I am gonna buy my girlfriend a Lamborghini,
you gonna buy your girlfriend some bikini
CHORUS
Everywhere I go they talk about me, oh they talk about me yeah
They talk about me, Everybody talk about me yeah
Everywhere I go they talk about me, blah blah blah blah yeah
They talk about me, bitches and negros
VERSE 2
They talk about me everyday man,
All this Televised everyday man,
They wanna see me die man eh,
They wanna see my momma cry man eh
They don't know that I know man
They don't know that I stay low
Money money money calling me
Moolah moolah moolah calling me man
CHORUS
OUTRO
Oh they talk about me
Everybody talk about me
Yeah blah blah blah
Bitches and negros
Swoop It Up
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak & M.C
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Writer(s):
Marvin David Williamson (ASCAP) 50% / Orlando Lamonz Rowe (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Carefree, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drinking, Explicit Lyrics, Flirtatious, Hooking Up, Laid Back, Late Night, Romance, Sex, Sexy, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
80
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Swoop It Up
SWOOP IT UP (CLEAN)
CHORUS
Take the night off
come and f*** with me (f*** with me)
you the baddest b**** I seen in the city (in the city)
I guess your n**** had a problem with commitment (yeah yeah yeah)
Told my n**** that I had to go and get it (yeah yeah)
I'm swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me Swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
I'm swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
VERSE 1
You just scared to trust because of love now
F****** with a real one girl what's up now
Say ya ex treat you like you was a bussdown
What's his addy girl I'll go and f*** him up now
Drinking Henny straight it's got you on one
Got you grabbing on my d*** yea it's a long one
You say n***** ain't s*** you picked the wrong one
Ima text you when it's over keep your phone on
CHORUS 2
Take the night off
come and f*** with me (f*** with me)
you the baddest b**** I seen in the city (in the city)
I guess your n**** had a problem with commitment (yeah yeah yeah)
Told my n***** that I had to go and get it (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm swoop swoop swoop (Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me Swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
I'm swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
VERSE 2
I'm scrolling through your IG like d***,
All a n**** want is a chance like Tam,
I can't believe he don't take care of fam
Seen your daughter she a precious lil gem (Can't believe that sh)
Yo,
I seen them pics that you take in the gym
Never seen no pics taken with him (That's his loss)
No, no
And I aint tryna add to your stress
Tryna add to ya checks
Go half and invest
Ay, Ay
I've been real from the start now
I know it's scarred but I can repair your heart now
Ay, Ay
I can play that part now
Hey, (Hey, hey)
But you gotta put your guards down
CHORUS 2
OUTRO
Ah
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ah
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ah
(Laughing)
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
_______________________________
SWOOP IT UP (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
Take the night off
come and fuck with me (fuck with me)
you the baddest bitch I seen in the city (in the city)
I guess your nigga had a problem with commitment (yeah yeah yeah)
Told my niggas that I had to go and get it (yeah yeah)
I'm swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me Swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
I'm swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me swoop swoop swoop swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
VERSE 1
You just scared to trust because of love now
Fucking with a real one girl what's up now
Say ya ex treat you like you was a bussdown
What's his addy girl I'll go and fuck him up now
Drinking Henny straight it's got you on one
Got you grabbing on my dick yea it's a long one
You say niggas ain't shit you picked the wrong one
Ima text you when it's over keep your phone on
CHORUS 2
Take the night off
come and fuck with me (fuck with me)
you the baddest bitch I seen in the city (in the city)
I guess your nigga had a problem with commitment (yeah yeah yeah)
Told my niggas that I had to go and get it (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I'm swoop swoop swoop (Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me Swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
I'm swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Let me swoop swoop swoop(Ah) swoop it up (Swoop It Up now)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
VERSE 2
I'm scrolling through your IG like damn,
All a nigga want is a chance like Tam,
I can't believe he don't take care of fam
Seen your daughter she a precious lil gem (Can't believe that sh)
Yo,
I seen them pics that you take in the gym
Never seen no pics taken with him (That's his loss)
No, no
And I aint tryna add to your stress
Tryna add to ya checks
Go half and invest
Ay, Ay
I've been real from the start now
I know it's scarred but I can repair your heart now
Ay, Ay
I can play that part now
Hey, (Hey, hey)
But you gotta put your guards down
CHORUS 2
OUTRO
Ah
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ah
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ah
(Laughing)
Ah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ready
Artist(s): IamViix
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Getting High, Gritty, Hypnotic, Party, Power, Sports, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
100
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready
READY
PRE-CHORUS
Taking off like rocket
Move too fast can't stop it
Got pull corner pocket
Yeah (3X)
CHORUS
Cause I'm ready, ready
Cause I'm ready
VERSE 1
I'm ready to take off like a rocket,
And it's no way that you can try to stop it,
I'm so high right now, higher than a cockpit,
I'm so high right now I think I might need myself a pilot
So fly and don't got no stylist,
Don't drive less it got no mileage
No time since got this on my wrist
Too sick, too sick like it's virus
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ready to take off like a rocket
When my team link, it's a mosh pit
Zoom too fast can't stop it,
No hands, autopilot,
No keys, push, start driving,
Zoom (3X)
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
You Can't Stop This
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Basketball, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Edgy, Game, Gritty, Hypnotic, Mean, Party, Power, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Can't Stop This
CHORUS
How you gon stop this?
Took up the notches
Big boss cockpit
I'm on your watch list
How you gon stop this? (I can't stop) (3X)
You cannot stop this? (I can't stop)
VERSE 1
I move right you left
Classic like a NES
Big boss moves with the steps
I don't even catch my breath
Class been started you late
Made it from the bottom thats fate
Had to push it up no weight
Did that there in one take
Going all the way no breaks
Big biz no MBA
Bout to make a big wave no lakes
I'm a superhero no cape
My diamonds is flawless
My flow so appealing
I'm balling no Spaulding
I'm working my calling
I gotta go all in
I never be stalling
Move too fast man
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I don't ever stop I run for it
Coming against us you done for it
Got a championship need 1 more
Give the people what they come for
My whole team got big names
Every game we play a big game
Swish swish swish my wrist game
Move too quick like quicksand
CHORUS
Ask The Nature
Artist(s): Igor Khramov & Limpopo
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
World
Subcategories:
Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Places and Locations, Russian Folk, Trailer World, World Russian
Keywords:
Celebration, Dancing, Drinking, Eastern Europe, Festive, Fun, Good Time, Joyous, Kremlin, Leningrad, Lighthearted, Moscow, Mother Russia, Pub, Red Square, Soviet Union, Ukraine, Village
Instruments:
Accordion, Mandolin
BPM:
89
Language:
Russian
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ask The Nature
Ask The Nature (English)
The sun is rising, which means the evening is coming
We should probably go to a mental hospital, maybe we'll find a fortune there
The snow did not fall at the New Year's, we were sitting and wondering why
But it did fall on the Old New Year, did not expect that
Chorus:
Ask the nature all about the weather
Ask the nature all about your misfortunes
The wind blew hard, and the lightning came
Killed all the crops
I came out to my back yard with oar and kicked ass (all the women run away)
It's starting to get chilly, probably the summer is coming
Don't you think it's time to have a shot and celebrate that
This Is My Block
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
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Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Soul
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Funky, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Porn, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sex Flick, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
This Is My Block
THIS IS MY BLOCK
Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------
Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping
Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!
Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!
Play For Keeps
Artist(s): G-$tack
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Play For Keeps
Play For Keeps
Chorus
I play 4 keeps
Don't mess with me
Better get out of my face
I'm the winner G
I own the street
Ain't gonna lose
Digging a plot
Gonna put you down six feet
Repeat 1X
1st Verse
I took ten shots, think you can roast da Dog!!
I keep the gat cocked creepin through the fog
Sneak up on ya like a shadow when we crawl
And leave ya leakin'
And ya mama screamin' dat I'm wrong
Ghetto reaper
Black Cape
Dog, I'm sinister
Nobody pull me off the task 'till its done
And I stay taxin' and I'm warnin' you all
My meat I like raw
Walkin' these streets you showin' ya gall
To think you could ball
If daddy's lookin' who ya gone call
Cause when I seen ya pull the 44 den BLAWWW!!!
I live above the law
I meant to throw her through the window, see..
It ain't about the green
Boy I'm a MEAN FIEND
Last week a new crew wit keys
They rolled around here flashy
Think they gonna bling bling
But I think not!!
Cause when dey came around my way
I jacked 'em den I cracked 'em
Cause ya boy don't play!!!
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
0:06:00 ya hopin' ya don't choke
Ya spot me floatin' through ya yard chokin' da smoke
You wanna run for some shelta but come up shote wit my dope
I come descendin' like I was wearin' a cloke
There's no where to runna when I swoop down on ya
Go for a collar left right stroke and you a gonna
Cause there's no roller
Shoot straighter
No greater
Darth Vader
If I walk through ya door
It's see-ya-later
I'm gonna shoot it it's ya turn to die
And let ya body rot
We known to peel on spot
That's how I keep a knot
Get ta duckin' when you see me
I'm 1 or 4 or 5 major villains on these streets
With chrome gleamin'
Cold deamon
Ol' gold leanin'
Head the toe tag team and I'm schemin'
Center of da scene
And We don't duck da law
187
You stepped on
And we da raw
Repeat Chorus
3rd Verse
Now I told you young dummies once
I'm a killa toe to fro
Grindin' all 12 months
While(space) I soldier servin' grief
Ya smoke to much
You want my flow stopped
Handle mine homicide end up chalkin when I touch ya
Done(space)
Fool and you can get ta shuckin' and duckin'
Quit son
It won't save you
Young peela
The hood don dada
And I'm willin' wit ya girl
If you think you comin' for my green
I'll rock ya world
All the street brawlers
Is green as my top dolla
Wit all the yay I'm movin'
I'm ballin'
I'm rotweiller
Fa sho' bet I load and lock bite ya neck (space)
You a ho
G's give cuz much respect
Cause I...
Creepin'
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
89
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Creepin'
CREEPIN'
CHORUS
Creepin' creepin' I'm part of the streets
And ima keep holdin' heat till im six feet deep
Preachin' preachin' I'm holdin' this beat
And ima keep the body rockin' from your head to your feet
Verse 1
I been so long on the street
I got scars where my soul used to be
From CP to LBC im a freak
And you can catch me by the side of the road
I make em scream make ya fall out ya jeans
'cause im a hood so clean in a '62
continental creep with a lean so mean
I can never be stopped even in dreams
Even fiends think about the way
I cook up the product I wont lie
I got devils pie piece of narcotics
And I been shot up getting caught up in the game
Do or die never wondered why
God gave me wings and ima fly
Can't keep my eyes dry when I think about
The drive by put my mans soul in the sky
One night in Bed-Sty
Ima keep on pushin keep on sellin my position
Im a blacktop magician
An attack dog im vicious
Im intelligent seditious
It's a dangerous condition
CHORUS
Try and touch me where im livin
'cause I know that I been givin gifts
im steady even with a fifth of Henny in me belly
im so gully I got Nelly yellin Hip Hop Hip Hop
don't stop undercover like Tupac
im makin' ya knees knock keep it all froze game caught
in a headlock sayin please don't stop
'til you reach the top and you got
5 lives to try make nothing different
and you get no independence
mind locked like 5th amendments
ima count you in attendance
only if you pay attention
I done told you I was st.john
Engine precision im dishin out the wishin
And im switchin what im hittin
Cause its serious
CHORUS
Welcome To The South
Artist(s): Zone Lo
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Writer(s):
Lorzone Mong Lo (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Badass, Buzzing, Concert, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Echoes, Energy, Heavy Bass, High, Hyped Up, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Letting Loose, Money, Night Club, Party, Performance, Smokey, Smooth, Swagger, Under The Influence
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
135
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Welcome To The South
WELCOME TO THE SOUTH
VERSE 1
Welcome to the South
The sound of the music yeah that's how we get loud
Drumming on wax now beat your jumpman's out
The bass hits your face, ending up on a couch
That's how we do it in the dirty south
CHORUS 1
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South (4X)
VERSE 2
Out here chasing paper, try to catch a fade
Wanna flip the script, money three ways
Catch him in them hallways, playing mind games
On the rooftop, catch him man I'm too paid
Yeah, turn em in, we turn you out
They ain't catchin' me slipping, yeah that's how you go out
Yeah flip the bird, end up on a couch
It's a wrap, when we turn it out, in the
CHORUS 1
VERSE 3
Yeah Money makes this money man go round
Hit me with that drummer boy, yeah let's go make that sound
Turn it up, yeah go crazy jump the crowd,
Turn it up, let's go one time let's make it loud
Make it loud, turn it up let's make it loud
Make it loud, turn it up let's make it loud
Yeah yeah yeah, Welcome to the South
CHORUS 2
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
VERSE 4
Dirty Birdies, playing you hurry
Drop em off at the fifty-yard line and keep em working
No averting, turn the page, flip the perc
Another dot for ya, that's how we keep em working
Jumpin' Loud, jumpin' loud til the crowds go home
Jumpin' loud, tell em how, til the roads is gone
Jumpin' loud, tell em now, yeah we stayin' afloat
Money last til your gassed out, endin' up broke
CHORUS 3
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
OUTRO
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
Dirty South
(Oh, yeah)
Dirty South
(yeah oh)
Welcome to the South
(yeah oh)
You Mean Everything To Me
Artist(s): Jaquan Grand
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Writer(s):
Jaquan Lamar Grant (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Admiration, Adversity, Atmospheric, Chill, Dependable, Encouragement, Floating, Hard Working, Hazy, Heartfelt, Honesty, Laid Back, Loving, Loyal, Mellow, Motivation, Overcoming Struggle, Police, Smooth, Sweet, Tender, True Love, Vibe, Warm
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Flute, Siren, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
78
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Mean Everything To Me
YOU MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME
CHORUS 1
If you tell me we gone ride we gone ride that's on me
You always had my back while I was rapping over beats
Said you always would be down even If I'm jammed up by police
And I put this on my life
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
VERSE 1
Everything we could of been
Thinking about them times
That we should have end
But we stayed together
Through the thick and thin
Now we busy plotting on them Benjamins
Building up our credit
Tryna change the place we living in
I know through all my ways it get really hard to relish in this moment
And every day's a challenge
And it's hard to be heroic
You put it on your shoulders
But I promise you, you don't have to worry cuz I'm on it
And this will bring us closer
And now we getting older
The times changing
But I won't stop the grind till we good and we all made it
Want you to have the world
Give you your all favorites
Cause you a special girl
One of the world's greatest I thank you for it
And like my babies you're the most important
Give me the push that's gone keep me going
You got my back I got your back and that won't ever change
I put that on anything
You know you mean everything.
CHORUS 2
If you tell me we gone ride we gone ride that's on me
You always had my back while I was rapping over beats
Said you always would be down even if I'm jammed up by police
And I put this on my life
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
(You mean everything, you mean everything) You mean everything
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
(You mean everything, you mean everything, you mean everything)
You mean everything, you mean everything
You mean everything, you mean everything to me
Regardless
Artist(s): Juuuu & Matisse Tsoy & Nate WILL
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Category:
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Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Champion, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Determination, Drugs, Flossing, Focused, Grinding, Gritty, Laid Back, Money, Motivation, Overcoming Struggle, Proud, Rising Above, Showing Off, Standing Out, Strong, Success, Swagger, Tough, Winning, Winning Attitude
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Nylon String Guitar
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
80
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Regardless
REGARDLESS (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil n***a you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh (let's go)
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) n****s (what's the word)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a n***a causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking ish, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil n***a
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
B****, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my s**t like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, s**t (I'ma splurge)
Ain't with that bulls**t
We put it to the curb (to the curb)
____________________________________
REGARDLESS (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil nigga you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) niggas (what's the word nigga)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a nigga causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking shit, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil nigga
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu bitch)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu bitch)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
Bitch, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my shit like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word nigga)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, shit (I'ma splurge nigga)
Ain't with that bullshit
We put it to the curb (to the curb nigga)
Ready For The Rush
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Arena, Chinese Influence, Cocky, Combat, Competition, Confident, Cool, Danger, Energized, Epic, Fighting, Fire, Hyped Up, Intimidating, Motivation, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Showing Off, Sports, Swagger, Tough, Trouble, World Influence
Instruments:
Bass, Cello, Flugelhorn, Pipa, Timpani, Trombone
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
107
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready For The Rush
GET READY FOR THE RUSH
VERSE 1
Give it all i got, never back down
Impact with a crack, how you like that sound
Too swift, with the legwork
Mess with an expert, leave on a stretcher
Bow down, you better respect it
Eyes to the ground not a sound til I exit
Be my guest, come test this
Try to make move, you gonna get this
Strike first, quick like a cobra
Get served, lay you flat on a sofa
Crush like a savage, heavy handed
Get rocked and shocked when they landed
CHORUS (2X)
Get ready for the rush
Get ready for the rush
Cock back aim and bust
Playing with fire is dangerous
BRIDGE
Get ready
For the rush
Get ready
For the rush, for the rush
VERSE 2
Hard to the core, pulling no punches
Knock out, never leave it to the judges
Step out of line, get punished
If you got a crew you can tell'em I run this
I prevail, tough as nails
When I drop the hammer, you tuck your tail
Inhale, exhale, break no sweat
Hit the targets, promise not a threat
Hit me with your best shot
You're jumping in the frying pan, sizzle with a pop
Flexing loaded and locked
Bust nonstop, you're bound to get dropped
CHORUS (2X)
More Beastly
Artist(s): Al Be
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Accomplishment, Adrenaline, Aggressive, Angry, Animalistic, Beast, Boss, Cocky, Combat, Competition, Confident, Determination, Driven, Energy, Epic, Fighting Enemies, Hyped Up, Motivated, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Savage, Sports, Success, Swagger, Tough, Victory, Wild, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Shamisen, Xylophone
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
161
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
More Beastly
MORE BEASTLY
VERSE 1
Heavy hitters in the lobby
you don't want us on your body
We ain't playing games
But we really bout it bout it
Do you really want this smoke, no
I highly doubt it
Think you can stop me
I think your brain is clouded
If I swing and you get struck
It's gone feel like a truck
When I swing you should duck
I wish you best of luck
But everybody ain't got it like this
Everybody can't swing
and they probably won't miss
CHORUS 1
We're not capping but we snapping
Watch the moves and see it happen
The mind frame of the masters
So fast pictures couldn't capture
Leaving you with fractures
You would rather race the rapture
I'm sumthin' like a savage
More beastly than the average
(More beastly than the average
I'm sumthin' like a savage
More beastly than the average
More beastly than the average)
VERSE 2
So I do what I gotta do
Ride like a rider do
Roll like a tire too
Where I'm from it's die or do
Don't know what you tryna prove
But doing it is the only proof
Seen how they did him
They'll crucify you too
You ain't bout that action,
Picture that with no caption
You can get these two hands
With no clapping
My level you can't match it
I'm meditating and fasting
I'm loving it it's fantastic
How I do it it's magic
CHORUS 2
We're not capping but we snapping
Watch the moves and see it happen
The mind frame of the masters
So fast pictures couldn't capture
Leaving you with fractures
You would rather race the rapture
I'm something like a savage
More beastly than the average
(More beastly, more beastly
More beastly than the average
I'm something like, I'm something like
I'm something like a savage
More beastly, more beastly than the average
More beastly than the average
I'm savage)
BRIDGE (2X)
And no I can't be tamed
I got the top spot now and
No it can't be claimed
And yeah I've changed
Put my back against the wall
Now I can't be blamed
CHORUS 3 (2X)
We're not capping but we snapping
Watch the moves and see it happen
The mind frame of the masters
So fast pictures couldn't capture
Leaving you with fractures
You would rather race the rapture
I'm something like a savage
More beastly than the average
Invincible
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Asian Influence, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Determination, Driven, Energetic, Epic, Fighting Enemies, Focused, Hyped Up, Martial Arts, Motivation, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Sports, Success, Swagger, Tough, Victory, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Brass, Drums, Koto, Shamisen
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
104
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Invincible
INVINCIBLE
VERSE 1
Impact, my arms packin cannons
Want the smoke, get fire from a dragon
Clashing, the last one standing
Get knocked down y'all are trash cans
Hit hard, cracking cinder blocks
Hard to block, technique unorthodox
Kick like a whirlwind, feel the drift
Uppercut the gut, feel the lift
Move like a centipede, no armor
Equip to hit quicker and harder
My mind is a blade that's sharper
Turn masters into grasshoppers
PRECHORUS
turn masters into grasshoppers
can't block this, can't stop this
CHORUS
Invincible (Invincible)
I'm invincible (I'm invincible)
Killer with casual strikes
And nerves of ice, you better think twice
Invincible (Invincible)
I'm invincible (i'm invincible)
Unpredictable technique
Pack heat in these fists
Get battered and beat
VERSE 2
Turn doubters into cowards
Overpower, tower over bouncers
Party crashing, collision smashing
Bones cracking, time for action
Straight up and down, get sized up
Beat down brows, swell your eyes up
Tiger palm strike, who get liver
Hit pressure points like tranquilizer
Dodge and duck, still get stuck
Throw hands like bricks that hit like trucks
Slip and dip, be like water
Turn masters into grasshoppers
PRECHORUS
(Turn masters into grasshoppers
Can't block this, can't stop this)
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Relentless, never ease up
Hit me, wake the beast up
What's a frying pan to a teacup
Crushed with the slightest touch
Brush you off like dust
Might just erupt and bust
You're gonna need a miracle
Stepping up against the invincible
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
Invincible (Invincible)
I'm invincible (Can't stop this)
Killer with casual strikes
And nerves of ice, you better think twice
Invincible (Invincible)
I'm invincible (i'm invincible)
Unpredictable technique
Pack heat in these fists
Get battered and beat
(Pack heat in these fists
Get battered and beat)
Frontline
Artist(s): Saint Rock
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Writer(s):
Adam Laurence Parker (PRS) 50% / Fabian Benedict Faupel (PRS) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electro Pop, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B
Keywords:
Airy, Carefree, Chill, City, Cocky, Confident, Dance Club, Drinking, Energetic, Feel Good, Flirty, Going Out, Hook up, Laid Back, Lust, Nature, Night Club, Night Life, Party, Player, Positive Feel, Reminiscing, Sexy, Smoking, Smooth, Summer Nights, Swagger, Upbeat, Vibey, Wild, Youthful
Instruments:
808 Drums, Flute, Kalimba, Percussion, Synth, Synth Bass
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
88
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Frontline
FRONTLINE
INTRO
(Send me back to
to the frontline)
VERSE 1
Typed in "beautiful" into Google Maps
Sent me to you, wanna hop in my Benz?
Imma make these lines work now I'm back
Ye-e-e-eah oh
Pick you up in 5, get out, we be kings
Turned up rocky since my cell stopped to ring
Smell the perfume, smoke and energy drinks
Ye-e-e-eah oh
PRE-CHORUS 1
Ain't gonna flex
Boy I still got it
Can't go to waste,
Send me back to the
CHORUS 1
Frontline
Champaign popping in the spotlight
Taking numbers, punches all night long
Keep' em comin'
Can't hide away, no
Frontline
Chase them cherry lips til sunrise
Couldn't fake it coz I'd just die slow
Let me go
Let me feel safe
Say
Na nanana nana nana
Whoo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Na nanana nana nana
VERSE 2
We was cool yeah we was fine, she so sweet
But I can only make 'em dream for a week
Bella, Gigi, Kendall waiting for me
Ye-e-e-eah oh
'Stead of half assed romance killing my vibe
Booties bouncing round our table all night (haha)
If that's all I'm good at let me take pride
Ye-e-e-eah oh
PRE-CHORUS 2
Give me the heat
I'll never feel warm
'Tswhere my heart beats
Shut these voices down
CHORUS 2
Frontline
Champaign popping in the spotlights
Taking numbers, punches all night long
Keep' em comin'
Can't hide away, no
Frontline
Chase them cherry lips til sunrise
Couldn't fake it coz I'd just die slow
Let me go
Let me feel safe
Say
Na nanana nana nana
Woo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Na nanana nana nana
Woo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Na nanana nana nana
Woo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Ye-e-e-eah
BRIDGE
(Ooooh
To the frontline
Frontline)
Yeah yeah
(I can't hide away)
Oh Oooh Oh Oooh
(Baby you are so naughty
And I need your Oooh)
Take me to the frontline
Got the frontline, frontline)
Yeah Ooooh Oh
Baby, you are so naughty
Take me to the frontline
CHORUS 3
Frontline
Champaign popping in the spotlight
Taking numbers, punches all night long
Keep' em comin'
Can't hide away, no
Frontline
Chase them cherry lips til sunrise
Couldn't fake it coz I'd just die slow
Let me go
Let me feel safe
Say
Na nanana nana nana na
Whoo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Say na nanana nana nana na
Woo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Say na nanana nana nana na
Woo
Ooooh Oh Ooooh Oh
Ye-e-e-eah Ooooh
Paper Scissors Rock
Artist(s): Young Medusa
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Taylor Green (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Ass, Bad Bitch, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Defiant, Drugs, Empowerment, Gangs, Gangsta, Gangster, Hood, LGBTQ+, Mindfulness, Money, Playground, Provocative, Raunchy, Savage, Sexual, Spoiled, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Weird
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
146
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Paper Scissors Rock
PAPER SCISSORS ROCK (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Dusa!! Ooooh
Shawty real life clickbait
When she want top I'm straight
Yea I'm coming home late
cause I just worked a double
All these h**s is trouble
They can't do nothing fa ya
Let alone themselves, that's why they p***y smell
Like fish, I'm that b***h, and I'm rich
in my mind
I'm so fine
I eat alkaline
what's mine always gon mine
Ain't no, "I'm shoulda been blac chyna!"
All of ya got y'all minds f****d
Make America not suck
...A f****n again
She tryna f**k again
Not today Satan
I'm with Benjamin
Grateful for my blessings man
Ima be counting til 3010
Hold up, wait
let's set the record straight
I was on sent to earth only to create
I ain't better than you cause I meditate
Some gotta love in this world of hate
Some call it death, i call it fate
I'm the reason your girlfriend m********e
Rocket h*e, her heads in space
With kids, I'm octomom
With my space, I be Tom
All I'm tryna say is I got it all
Grills, Paul wall
When in court, I'm the ball
Shopping, I'm the mall
iPhone, I'm the call
Turn her to a waterfall
CHORUS 1
Look, this f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing dumb fucks on the street
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go slow Imma give her a smack
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
She drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over
VERSE 2
I roll up 18-19 times a day
All my looks slay
And I can't stop getting paid
And I'm never getting laid
I am the sun, I am the shade
I can't be the only thing that you into
I'm prioritizing my mental
F**k outside beauty, I want it in too
I f**k with this instrumental
The worlds my paper, I am the pencil
Art trap is where I beez
Kicking back under these money trees
Wishing ya girlfriend was more like me
Smoking herb rolled with banana leaves
Just tryna balance all these energies
Stop giving in to your enemies
You the only one you gotta stay true to
Stop doing the same shit you used to
Stop banging the crimson and blues toos
You taking ya own crew!
Bad boy whatchu gon do?
Whatchu gon do when they see yo hue?
Kings and Queens supposed to build and rule
CHORUS 2
Look, this f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Paper, sci-sci-scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
Then she drop the top and make that p***y soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
CHORUS 3
This f*****g world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
And then she drop the top and make that p***y soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
___________________________________________________
PAPER SCISSORS ROCK (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Dusa!! Ooooh
Shawty real life clickbait
When she want top I'm straight
Yea I'm coming home late
cause I just worked a double
All these hoes is trouble
They can't do nothing fa ya
Let alone themselves, that's why they pussy smell
Like fish, I'm that bitch, and I'm rich
in my mind
I'm so fine
I eat alkaline
what's mine always gon be mine
Ain't no, "I'm shoulda been blac chyna!"
All of ya got y'all minds fucked
Make America not suck
...A fuckin 'gain
She tryna fuck again
Not today Satan
I'm with Benjamin
Grateful for my blessings man
Ima be counting til 3010
Hold up, wait
let's set the record straight
I was on sent to earth only to create
I ain't better than you cause I meditate
Some gotta love in this world of hate
Some call it death, i call it fate
I'm the reason your girlfriend masturbate
Rocket hoe, her heads in space
With the kids, I'm octomom
With my space, I be Tom
All I'm tryna say is I got it all
Grills, Paul wall
When in court, I'm the ball
Shopping, I'm the mall
iPhone, I'm the call
Turn her to a waterfall
CHORUS 1
Look, this fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing dumb fucks on the street
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go slow Imma give her a smack
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
She drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over
VERSE 2
I roll up 18-19 times a day
All my looks slay
And I can't stop getting paid
And I'm never getting laid
I am the sun, I am the shade
I can't be the only thing that you into
I'm prioritizing my mental
Fuck outside beauty, I want it in too
I fuck with this instrumental
The worlds my paper, I am the pencil
Art trap is where I beez
Kicking back under these money trees
Wishing ya girlfriend was more like me
Smoking herb rolled with banana leaves
Just tryna balance all these energies
Stop giving in to your enemies
You the only one you gotta stay true to
Stop doing the same shit you used to
Stop banging the crimson and blues toos
You taking ya own crew!
Bad boy whatchu gon do?
Whatchu gon do when they see yo hue?
Kings and Queens supposed to build and rule
CHORUS 2
Look, this fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Paper, sci-sci-scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
Then she drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
CHORUS 3
This fucking world was made for me
It's so sweet, don't eat meat, I'm petite
And I'm playing double-dutch on this beat
Knick, knack, patty-whack
Don't go far Imma give her back
Hopscotch, scissors, rocks
Your girlfriend gave me top
Tacos served with extra guac
And then she drop the top and make that pussy soda
Smokin on that yoda
Life's a rollercoaster Imma love it til it's over, yeah
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