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Lauryn Hill - Pre-Miseducation (compilation)

Compilation of some of Lauryn Hill's best rapping. Family Business: My circle it can't be broken Open, cut-throatin', provokin' Record promotin, tokens chokin' on they words like smoke and. Cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten Your bootie smells rotten and one day you will be gotten See joker's is scatter-brained, their focus is unrestrained My army is trained, you never find us beefin' in vain. Cause I've seen fire and I've seen rain You claim fame, while modest niggas remain. I can judge a character like Ito judge a verdict And if you bringin' threats I give you sex if I ain't heard it. See poppin' s***'s about your attitude and how you word it I've seen the biggest niggas on the block get murdered And they deserverd it Or so the beast said when they served it ??? That s*** is nervous So what's my purpose? Family, we must preserve it. Your number's retired I hope you like the hell fires You'll be screamin' Murder she Wrote like Chaka Demus and Pliars. [CHORUS: (Omega)] Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray. Year Of The Dragon: Lauryn: Yellow cheese bus gettin beatings if I cuss Lay away another day in stripped lees and letegrays But the lyrical bomber momma tried to stop Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets Lauryn: As the tale gets poetic watch the streets turn magnetic Towanna balleys rape is alleged Hang out in hooky places watch streets corners turn to oasis Young men aspire to be scarfaces Hook: In the year of the dragon lots of men disappear Quiet as its kept they wont be around next year Lauryn: Clef it kind of remind me of this chick I once knew Use to be a dime now shes strung out in bellevue See the serpent played tricks run game like the knicks Build you up just to lose the championship. I seen her reminisce over wu-tang could it be that simple She lost her prince cause there were thieves in the temple Tragic depression made her lose all her teeth Lost and turned out gave her body to the streets Sweet mary dont you weep Still water runs deep So be carful of the company you keep The Score: I'm the L, Won't you pull it Straight to the head With the speed of a bullet Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends Dreams of euphoria, Aurora, To another galaxy Phallic-sy Be this microphone, but get lifted Lyrically I'm gifted Burn on in without the roach clip (it) Henders, mind-bender Pleasure sender, So frequently your nerve endings belong to me Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke Wack niggas choke From the fumes that I emoke, Or emit shit See even I feel the mahogany L Natural hallucinogen Turning boys to men again With estrogen dreams Release blues, yellows and greens From Brownsville to Queens Nappy Heads: I don't puff blunts so I always got my breath Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest They call me cock-weasel but I still can regest I don't wear Jheri curls cause I'm nah from the West No disrespect to the West, true indeed I rock it to the East, the East is the seed To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Klux My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh Hill is gettin fed up, yo where's the corporate at A Mister Three Piece Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots Nahhhh that's the serpents, and know them garment tips I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots I feel a Jones' comin down, yo I... (I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang a-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang) No I, got hte slang to make the chitty-bang-bang a-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang

Channel: Music
Uploaded: November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am
Author: rn1432

Length: 07:37
Rating: 4.30
Views: 11215

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