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Fire

I’ve got a fire burning deep inside
Illuminates my way when there’s no light
Whatever comes my way, I’ll be alright
‘Cause I’ve got that fire, fire, fire
Got that fire, fire, fire
 
Never was the type to fit in
Least likely to succeed
Never was the type to listen
Always marching to my own beat
 
Never had a doubt in my mind
Ain’t got no quit in me
All I’ve got’s a burning hunger
Cuts and bruises to remind me
 
Learned from my pain and heartache
Turned all that into fuel
All of the rage that I felt
Yeah, I put in my rear-view
 
Feel tall like the highest tower
There ain’t no stopping me
All I’ve got’s a burning hunger
And voices in my head, they’re singing
 
I’ve got a fire burning deep inside
Illuminates my way when there’s no light
Whatever comes my way, I’ll be alright
‘Cause I’ve got that fire, fire, fire
Got that fire, fire, fire
 
Stood on the edge of darkness
Felt my spirit breaking
Thought that there’s no going back
My girl, my friends and family saved me
 
Don’t know if I picked the right path
Or where it’s leading me
All I’ve got’s a burning hunger
And voices in my head, they’re singing
 
Whatever comes my way, I’ll be alright
‘Cause I’ve got that fire, fire, fire
Got that fire, fire, fire
 
I’ve got a fire, burning deep inside
A fire burning deep inside
I’ve got a fire, burning deep inside
A fire burning deep inside
I’ve got a fire
 

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Tonight's Da Night

[Verse 1: Redman]
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack em in like Janet
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it
I'm—
 
[Hurricane G]
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man?!
Get the fuck off that...punk smooth shit, man!
Get with that rough shit, man; you know how we do!
 
[Verse 1: Redman]
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But have to, show them motherfuckers what I'm after
I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, what my name?
It's the Redman on the funk train
Cite your motherfuckin' rights, tonight's the night
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
The work perfected, when the funk been injected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don't front
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
I'm not an addict, more like puff than magic
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew...
(GOTS TO HAVE IT)
I don't claim to be a big rap star
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
 
[Interlude over Mary Jane Girls' 'All Night Long']
Fat black bitch! Nasty
Bush bear, booga breath bitch
Nasty, talk to your tits bitch
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker!
 
[Verse 2: Redman]
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down with the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out with my niggas, my niggas
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
'Cause, we can do that black, so 'Get the Bozack', Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, make ya speakers pop
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Jump, jump, jump...jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
 
[Interlude over Mary Jane Girls' 'All Night Long']
Nasty fuckin' green thumb Jolly Green niggas
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
 
[Verse 3: Redman]
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
You—
 
[Outro]
Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man
Turn this shit off, G
Boom the new record on, knahmsayin'?
 

Silhouette

[Verse 1: Leo Kalyan]
I'm fighting all my fears at the minute
Tryna find a way to be brave
Lighting up the cave with my spirit
Trying not to taste the taste
Trying not to face away

I roll up my sleeves and wait for the rush
Cos' sometimes your best is even enough
Searching for God in the sky look above
Is this what it means to be an adult

Setting all the wheels in the motion
Careful where you tread
Seems like such a simple notion
Staring straight ahead

[Chorus: Leo Kalyan]
Maybe I just made you up in my head
Like a silhouette
Made you up in my head
And you pose no threat

Made you up in my head
Like a silhouette
Made you up in my head
And you pose no threat

[Verse 2: Leo Kalyan]
I'm fighting all my fears at the minute
Tryna find a way to feel safe
Lighting up the cave push the limit
Trying not to taste the taste
Trying not to waste the blaze

Setting all the wheels in the motion
Careful where you tread
Seems like such a simple notion
Staring straight ahead

Sipping on this willful potion
Fills me up with dread
I'm a slave to this emotion
Raise me from the dead

[Chorus: Leo Kalyan]
Maybe I just made you up in my head
Like a silhouette
Made you up in my head
And you pose no threat

Made you up in my head
Like a silhouette
Made you up in my head
And you pose no threat

2 Kool 4 Skool

The summer's gone and it's back to skool
I'd rather be chillin' by the swimmin' pool
I really wish I didn't have to go again
But Mom'll get pissed if I don't attend
At the end of the hall is a locker full of books
Dirty gym clothes and pictures that I took
One is of this girl of mine
She's super fine and thinks that I'm
 
2 kool for skool! Fuck dat shit - I ain't goin'
2 kool for skool! What we need is another vacation...
2 kool 4 skool - yeah!
I don't wanna go today. Let's break the rules - yeah!
Don't need that fuckin' A!
 
I don't wanna go to class today
My teacher won't listen to a word I say
He just keep on givin' me more homework
Throw me in detention and call me a jerk
But not today it's real nice outside
I'm takin' my skateboard for a ride
We're gonna check out chix at the candy shop
If we don't get hassled by the cops
Tonight we're gonna go jam at Dave's place
Dusty on the drums and Chuck on the bass
If you see us at the top rock someday
It's all because we had to stop and say...
 

Lovely mission

LovelyPeaches on the track
This beat burnin’ and itchin’
Don’t leave me ‘round yo man ‘cause yo dude gonna go missing
Travel all around the world, yes I’m on a mission
He say it burn when he be pissing
I’m completing my mission
So much I wanna say I just can’t make it rhyme
That nigga breath stank so I let him hit it from behind
Two brothers, what that mean?
Two dicks at a time?
But they only last six seconds, I guess they made vine
Shid
On to his cousin, that nigga was fine
Ion even know his name but I bet he know mines
He said, “Peaches, you lovely
But you don’t smell like your name”
He said my pussy smell like fish and it tastes the same
He brought me some soap like I’m supposed to be ashamed