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*******wakaflockaloop.blogspot****/ This waka track hott
30 Jul 2011
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Off Flockaveli. The beat is on point.
18 Jul 2011
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Let the Beat Ride (Original AND DJ APT One Remix) now on itunes!! --- itunes.apple****/us/artist/lyrical-god/id388510865 Lyrical God recorded live at the Beacon Cafe in South Philly by the CODA Program - www***daprogram**** **Lyrics added below** Hook: Let this beat work. Let this beat ride. I be spitting them flames observe when the heat rise. Oh God. Survive n*gga we cook pies. Behold the passion in my eyes & let this beat ride. Verse1: My only ambition was to rise from these slums. Aimed to fly high but forced to live by the gun. On a natural high, drive by, chopper in the sky. I set it off like Latifah, notice the hatred in my eyes. 4 5 leave no one alive. caught more bodies than the cemetery So observe when the gun rise. Blood flowed in the crack of the crete where the bodies lied. I was down with my niggas, yeah. I was the boy that ride, oh God Dreaming of the coffin I get buried in. You don't want no beef cuz you a vegetarian. This beat take a dose, get addicted like heroin. Hush, feel the rush & turn the beat up Hook: Let this beat work. Let this beat ride. I be spitting them flames observe when the heat rise. Oh God. Survive n*gga we cook pies. Behold the passion in my eyes & let this beat ride. Verse2: I was raised in this concrete jungle. Learned the consequences of a man, how to rumble. How to chop up to put that hard in a bundle. Ducking from automatics around the same time I used to watch "Gundum" That was back in the days, bullets spread like AIDS When the shadows come out the slugs play The guns blazed, similar to candles during foreplay N*ggas scatter like roaches when they sense RAID My pen is so on fire, expect the ink to burn the page Old heads its a new day and age Most our fathers in the grave or trapped in the cage A lost child now my home is my stage Observe when the heat rise when I blow like a 12 gauge Spit fire, lungs burning, vodka with no chase Philly get the keys poppin like Myspace Now as I blow the smoke in ya face Hook: Let this beat work. Let this beat ride. I be spitting them flames observe when the heat rise. Oh God. Survive n*gga we cook pies. Behold the passion in my eyes & let this beat ride. Visit Lyrical God's official YouTube page at www.youtube****/lyricalgodmusic. Check it out and subscribe!
16 May 2011
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"If you live by the gun, you die by the gun". Masterful performance from the main man, Johnny Clarke on this deadly Art & Craft 12" disco 45 dating from 1982 and produced by S. Douglas. This is both sides of the vinyl, "Rude Boy" and "Bad Boy". Enjoy. 10/9/2011 Thanks to everyone who has been just so positive about this almighty and powerful tune and message by the great Johnny Clarke. And thanks for viewing and making this tune popular. my second highest rated tune. Big thanks to those who have rated and those who have faved. Thanks to you all, you're stars. :-) And special thanks to Johnny Clarke - main man. Great Man. Born to be one, his Mama said. No bad rude boy with guns. This is for all the Rude Boys in Brazil, Mexico, Americas South and North,UK, €uroland. Russia and Asian and Australia and Caribbean and Jamaica, Pacific, Arctics, and to Rude Boys (and Ladies - and everyone else) everywhere on this planet. Listen to your Mama - she's usually right.
21 Nov 2012
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