AKA NOTORIOUS

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Release Date: 1998

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: THE WHITE BOY IS BACK

Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford...

[Female Vocals]

Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...Ford, Ford...

The white boy is back

And you know he could never be whack

The white boy is back

With his foot up in your ass crack

The white boy is back

'cause you know he's the white boy

The white boy is back

And you know that he'd never smoke crack

The white boy is back

'cause you know he's the white boy

Artist: EVERLAST feat. Sadat X.

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: MONEY (Dollar Bill)

[Everlast]

Dollar dollar bills, Deutschmarks, francs, yens, and pounds

I rock the chopped up sounds from Devonshire Downs

Out the Fordham Road

Up top in the boogie

I be loyal to my peeps like Buddha stud Doogie

Never very bad news, payin' crazy dues

I'm billowin' out crews and tamin' mad shrews

Like Bill Shakespeare.

The fakes'll disappear

The flava in your ear is strong like Everclear

Two hundred proof so put the match to the roof

and set this bitch on fire.

Get rich, the empire's about to strike back

if you rock the mic whack and that's the way it is,

'cause yo, it's like that

[Sadat X] Money, money, y'all

[Everlast] It be the root of all evil

[Sadat X] Money, money, y'all

[Everlast] It makes you popular with people

[Everlast]

I go back to the 80s, like 'Three Times a Lady'

When it was pussy for free and crack for currency

It just occurred to me, it's time for surgery

I remove MCs like tumors, the lies and the rumors

got me thinkin' of this dub by Timex Social Club

Yo, word to my momma. I'm high off the trauma

Whitey Ford gets deeper than the subway trains

and I serve lazy fools like fast food chains

all pain, no gain makes the brain insane

life in the fast lane deflates the cash gain for real

[Sadat X] Dollar bill, y'all, dollar bill, y'all, dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

[Everlast] It takes money

[Sadat X] to get that fly ass ho

[Everlast] It takes money

[Sadat X] to see me rock a live show

[Everlast] It takes money

[Sadat X] to get that last bag of smoke

[Sadat X] 'Cause the count ain't 'xactly for you when that ass is broke

[Everlast]

Yo I'm 'bout to G off just like my name was Eddo

Black kids call me Whitey, Spanish kids Wetto

White kids call me king of this B-boy thing

If it's broke then fix it, if it's whack you mix it

Can't none of you MCs ever fuck with these

You'll be crazy on my dick like some porno chick

For the style that I'm blessin'. Ain't no second guessin'.

Kid, heed the lesson, subtraction, addition

Reward for submission, ain't no debate

Won't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate

I want the stocks and bonds, plus the real estate

I want the iron gates and low interest rates

Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates

A little stash of the cash put aside in a safe

For when times get lean, y'all know what I mean

[Sadat X] Money money y'all

[Everlast] some be calling it cream

[Sadat X] Money money y'all

[Everlast] some be callin' it 'fetti

[Sadat X] Money money y'all

[Everlast] but once I get it I'm jake

[Sadat X] Dollar bill yall, dollar bill yall, dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yall (5x)

[Everlast]

I want cash and checks, I want diamond rings

I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things

I want stacks of fat chips so I can take long trips

I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships

I want acres of land, I want papers in hand

I want stocks and bonds-all pros, no cons

Hey, if it smells funny then back it up honey

I want the money, y'all

I need the money, y'all

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: ENDS

[Sample] Everything must change...

CHORUS

Ends

Some people will rob their mother for the ends

Rats snitch on one another for the ends

Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends

So before we go any further I want my ends

I knew this cat named Darrel who didn't have a dollar

He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar

Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A.

But now he's waiting tables 'cause there's rent to pay

Companyies downsizing, inflation's rising

Can't find a job, he's feeling kinda stressed

Doesn't even feel the effects when he's 'sessed

Forgot to count how many times he been blessed

So he falls off track, starts smokin' the crack

And once it hits his brain it starts to chain react

Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet

He's losing all his teeth now he's out in the street

And all of a sudden he's like Jesse James

Trying to stick up kids holding watches and chains

But he's from business school and he's nervous with a tool

So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool

For the

CHORUS

I knew this chick named Sally she had a nice strut

And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut

Swingin that butt like place ya ad here

Only rappin' mens that rock the fly gear

Brand name wearin', champagne wavin'

Jewels around her neck, a lotta style she's cravin'

Ain't no savin' she's doin' all spendin'

If you do the lendin' she'll do the bendin'

Straight machine vendin' it's money for take

Shopping sprees get her on her knees

And if you hit her with the keys to your crib you actin' funny

Come home one day, find her countin' out your money

From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo

If you're broke she's spittin', if you're rich she might swallow

For the

CHORUS

I knew these two home boys that made a lot of noise

Makin' money on the block and kids was on they jock

They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run

DMC, they was totin' guns

Holdin' weight, going outta state

Stacking mad chips and pushin' phat whips

Fly jewels and clothes and got no job

And then one disappeared and one got robbed

For the

CHORUS (2x)

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: WHAT IT'S LIKE

We've all seen the man at the liquor store begging for your change

The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange

He asks a man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes

"Get a job, you fucking slob" is all he replies

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes

'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues.

CHORUS

Yeah, then you really might know what it's like (4x)

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love

He said "Don't worry 'bout a thing, Baby Doll, I'm the man you've been dreaming of"

But three months later he say he won't date her or return her calls

And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man, I'm cuttin' off his balls"

And she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the door

They call her a sinner and they call her a killer and they call her a whore

But God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes

'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

CHORUS

I've seen a rich man beg

I've seen a good man sin

I've seen a tough man cry

I've seen a loser win

And a sad man grin

I heard an honest man lie

I've seen the good side of bad

And the down side of up

And everything between

I licked the silver spoon

drank from the golden cup

Smoked the finest green

I stroked the baddest dimes

'least a couple of times

'fore I broke they heart

You know where it ends, yo

It usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max, he used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs

He liked to hang out late, he liked to get shit faced and keep pace with thugs

'Til late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head

Pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead

Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain

You know it crumbles that way, at least that's what they say when you play the game

But God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news

'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

Yeah, then you really might know what it's like (3x)

To have to lose...

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: GET DOWN

Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down (4x)

I see everybody rockin' the same old style

And everyone sportin' the same profile

And all y'all wearin' the same name brands

I hate everybody jackin' these played out jams

I won't reach for no gun, punk, I'll use my hands

I rock mikes and roll bikes across foreign lands

I made my bones out in zones where the twilight be

And every time I touch the mike it's Fright Night Part Three

For every MC that won't test and try

In your custom made wears thinkin' you too fly

Makin' up in gold chains what you lack for brains

It's time to call your ma, Dupe, and scoop up your remains

And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed

And boastin' and braggin' 'bout the toes you taggin'

I'm knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

While every rapper that's simp gets pimped like a whore

See it's August 18th, three quarters past four

When the doctor slaps my ass hear the lion roar

The record sales soared then the world got toured

You say what happened to my band, I say "I just got bored"

Now they call me Whitey Ford, and I say, "Praise the Lord"

If I ain't breakin' up your coos, cats, we're singin' the blues

Strummin' and pickin' like I'm B. B. King

It's Abdul Baqi now watch me do my thing

CHORUS

Down, down, you go

Down, down, so low

Down, down, till you hit the floor

Keep fallin' down until you can't get down no more

Go point blank range with the scope he's knockin'

The psycho might change but there ain't no stoppin'

The moon's on the rise when the sun start droppin'

And y'all need to quit the bullshit you poppin'

'Cause I been hip hoppin' since BDP.

Drop the P and spree it's Abdul Baqi

And when referrin' to me you'd best respect the name

Make a quick double take and double check your game

'Cause you about to get dissed I'm checkin' my list

When I check it over twice it's like rollin' the dice

I hit four-five-six I'm all up in your mix

I rock good from Hollywood's 'hood the city of bricks

And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it real

While you're makin' your deal we'll be breakin' the seal

You'll be breakin' your vows like people worshipping cows

And then I'll hit you with the whos, whats, wheres, and hows

Like Vinnie Barbarino. I'm at a good chino

Sippin' homemade vino with the Brooklyn Lordz

Crashin' the boards with my soul in a hole

I'll take you back to the future from the days of old

I'm too cold to hold, too hot not to burn ya

Don't stick your nose in business that don't concern ya

I might have to trip and flip like Ike Turner

You too old for schoolin', boy, when the money learn ya

CHORUS

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: SEN DOG

Yo Everlast, what's up? It's Sen Dog. How you doin' kid?

Check this, I heard you're doin' some shit with some live instruments and all that.

Word, I'm doin' the same thing, hey yo, check this out...You still rhymin' or what?

You need to get at me dog, peace out...

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: TIRED

Make you go

Soul for soul over mic control

Kid, you can't touch me with a ten foot pole

And I even made the devil sell me his jewels

He was out to cold mock me and play you for fools, kid

You know the rules. Must be smokin' super cools

Tried to diss me on the low got to be a psycho

That's a'ight though. You know you won't see me shakin'

I'm 'bout to blow the spot on who's real and who's fakin'

Who's givin', who's takin', who's livin', who's starvin'

Diss me on the mike it's time for headstone carvin'

And epitaph writin'. I'll strike you like lightnin'

Dissolve you like powder, so turn it up louder

Go on, pump the wattage, get the cheese by cottage

I like mean streaks, I like Spanish freaks

I like Korean barbecue, I like old school beats

But..

CHORUS (2x)

I'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'

And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'

And all the whack attitudes people coppin'

I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin'

It go bang bang boogie, I'm sick like a loogie

I'm wiser than Bud. I'm thicker than blood

I'm older than time, molded from the divine

How could you be so bold to think that you'll take mine?

I'm cash like Johnny, it's the highway man

And I'm walkin' this line the best way I can

With my farmer's tan and my bloodshot eyes

I ain't bodied no one, I ain't chopped no pies

With the budders from the gutters I'm about to explode

and blow the spot for folk nav up the Gun Hill road

like artillery shells been from heaven and hell

and I'm a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell

'Cause

CHORUS

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: HOT TO DEATH

Boy, let me breakin' it down (Yeah)

You got to know the feel

'Cause them (triple eyes) will break out the hypertest steel on ya, boy,

And you got to know the life

Yeah, feel the life, you know what I'm sayin', you know what that's like (Hey)

You know that, come on!

Say what's gone wrong, you know it just ain't right

Tell me who be left when the spark ignite

From the break o' daylight to the fall of the sun

You gotta pick your fight it's time to choose your gun

CHORUS

Front to back, right to left,

Keep it live all night, make it hot to death

Get your heart pumpin' like some crystal meth

Keep it live all night, make it hot to death

(Well)

(Hey)

Tell me who's your God? Does He make a lotta dough?

Will He take you higher, or to the fire below?

CHORUS

Guns to roses, Abraham to Moses,

Daylight exposes what the night conceals

Let's break these seals and get this thing started

Some be outclassed and some be outsmarted

Some be overwhelmed by the blinding rays

And hear the whisper in the night, get trapped in the maze

See, back in the days when I was juvenile

I dreamed of rockin' on the mic in a brand new style

Now I'm shakin' these bones tryin' to get these shoes

I've been in major coos, I've paid crazy dues

Now I'm speakin' on music, a slap on knee

A rumor start spreadin' just like a disease

I'll have you down on your knees be b'low the spot ground zero

Turn brown and burn down Rome just like Nero

A hero ain't nothin' but a

(listen)

don't make me say it again

Don't make me say it

CHORUS

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: PAINKILLERS

(Flight attendant, filtered: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines [sounds of toking],

we'd like to be the first to welcome you to New York City.

We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am [cough].

The local time is 6:45 AM, and the temperature is 89 degrees.)

I've been up all night on the red-eye flight

The dawn's early light got the skyline bright

I'm in the back of a car of service. The driver's kinda nervous

cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's phat

He say "You know where you at?"

I say "I know where I am, and if you really want a tip then Mister, don't get flam!

I ain't tryin' to be rude, and I ain't stressin' you, Gramps,

But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of champs.

I been tokin' on this since thirteen years old

And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold

And ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold

And I ain't here for your pleasin' so put that shit on hold

Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel

and turn the radio up while I finish this El."

(Bell boy: Welcome to the Five Seasons, Mr. Ford.

Your usual room is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage.

If you need anything while you're staying, just let me know!

[Everlast] You're good lookin' out...That's for you.)

I hop out my car, step into the lobby

Everybody's on the floor. It's a mother fuckin' robbery!

The shit's in progress. I can feel the stress

I wonder silently to God, "How'd I get in this mess?"

They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees

Between my jewels and my cash I'm holding 35 Gs.

They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted

And like Slick Rick said, I know I shouldn'ta done it

'Cause now they're standing over me, watching me bleed

Damn! I got to quit smokin' all this weed

There's a pain in my chest, but yo, I must be blessed

Because before I faded out I saw the EMS

And the paramedics, they greet me with some anesthetics

They killin' my pain, they screamin' my name

Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world

I'm thinkin' bout my mom, my sister and my girl

I'm prayin' to God, don't let this go too far

As they rush me into the Saint Luke's O.R.

They pull the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar

Now I'm wearin' this scar 'cause I tried to play hard

[Doctor] "Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you."

[Everlast] "What are you talkin' about?"

[Doctor] "It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine, and damaged the cord."

[Everlast] "So what are you tryin' to tell me?"

[Doctor] "Well, suffice I have to say to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around any more."

Yo! This can't happen to me! I just can't believe it!

Trapped in a wheelchair! A paraplegic!

There ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy.

For the rest of my life, someone's gotta take care of me!

And people stare at me with pity in they eyes

And every morning I rise to a life I despise

And every night I think I might never rock the mic again

'Cause my brain's fucked up on Percocet and Vicodin

Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins

Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brains

To free me from these chains.

I'm trapped in this physical hell.

To walk again I might just sell my soul

And I'm only twenty-somethin' years old.

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: PRINCE PAUL

Hey yo, what up Everlast? This is Prince Paul, man.

Yo, I ran into Trev on the street from Nasty and he said you're doing this dope Celtic rock album.

So I was like, "yo, that's my style... That's what I do". You know I got beats from back in the days.

So I'm like, yo, why don't I give you a call 'cause yo, 'cause you know I got that ill like, you know...

You know somethin' like "Jump Around" but it's more on that like old lucky charm style type, you know.

In other words yo, just yo, give a brotha some work. You know what I mean? It's like I got beats man...

Dante got some beats, but I got beats! Because yo, I've been doin' it for awhile. So yo, I got the joint.

Call me...You got my number, I got it. I know what you need...I know what you need, man.

I know you got dough. Give me a buzz, peace.

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: PRAISE THE LORD

You know it's Whitey

And the Likwits

I say it's Whitey

And the Likwits

You know it's Whitey

And the Likwits

Watch me rock these sounds from the Polo Grounds

To the Sunset Strip. I'm like an acid trip.

I'll flash it back on ya, run it up on ya,

I'm born in Hempstead, L.I., raised in California

Mister entrepreneur, I rock the shot that's sure

I need a dime plus more, I've sipped the fine liqueur

I want the cash in hand and the beachfront land

And I'll get loco from Acapulco to Japan

Mister Whitey Ford gets terrain explored

You perpetrate that fraud you must be out your gourd

It's time to make like Greg Nice, kid, and praise the lord

Keep the faith. Smoke an eighth.

Continue stackin' papers all up in my safe

Commence to motivate, assume an altered state,

And kill your whole whack show like I'm Edgar Allan Poe

With a psychotic thriller. No peckerwood's iller

Than this freckle-faced man with the farmer's tan

If I can't bomb on you I'm bombin' on your man

CHORUS

Some get the shit, sugar. Some get the stains

Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brains

Some get the powers, love, some get the papers

And some catch the vibes and some catch the vapors

Better

Praise the Lord! Keep the Faith! (4x)

Say roll to the rock, rock to the roll

Whitey Ford brings the devastatin' mic control

Like Derrell McDaniel, a hundred G's annual

The tips get clocked, baby, the bonds get stocked

My style gets rocked just like doors get knocked

With legendary status like my name's Lou Brock

In my lands are sounds be shakin' the grounds

Huntin' down crews like packs of bloodhounds

Snatchin' off crowns and meltin' 'em down

I once was lost, see, but now I'm found

Amazing grace how sweet the sound

And when the saints come marchin' in

I'm Nestle Alpine White, classic rapper's delight

All these shorties pullin' tools 'cause they know they can't fight

I bank my selections on world wide connections

So get the seven digits, baby, never burn your bridges

CHORUS (2x)

Artist: EVERLAST feat. Bronx Style Bob

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: TODAY (Watch Me Shine)

Yesterday: just a dream I don't remember

Tomorrow: still a hope I've yet to indulge

I'm out of time, I'm out of rhyme, I'm out of reason

Season's change and leave me out in the cold,

The story's old, the tale been told by many scholar

Got a fistful of dollar and pocketful of love

God above if you hear me cryin'

I've tried to sell my soul but no one's buyin'

Lord, strike me down now if I'm lyin'

Bronx Style Bob: Lord strike me down (3x)

It's gettin' cold It's time for dyin'

CHORUS

Come on and watch me shine

Like the world is mine (check it out) today

Come on and watch me shine (check it out)

Like the world is mine today

Watch me shine (check it out)

Let the man who's free from sin

Bronx Style Bob: free from sin

Cast the first stone and begin the violence

Bronx Style Bob: begin the violence

Let the man whose words ring true

Speak on up till his voice breaks through the silence

Bronx Style Bob: through the silence

Let the ones who lose their way

Live to see just one more day in the sunshine

Bronx Style Bob: La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa

Let the ones who choose to stray

Recognize the prize they'll pay In their lifetime

Bronx Style Bob: in their lifetime (2x)

CHORUS

Sittin' you wait for my roads to cross

You nail me down and you watch me bleed

Bronx Style Bob: watch me bleed

So lay my head against the earth

Plant my body like a seed

Bronx Style Bob: plant my body like a seed

You can't always get the things you want, love (check it out)

Bronx Style Bob: tell me what you want

Get what you deserve or maybe what you need

Bronx Style Bob: Uh, tell me what you need

So fill my hole with precious dirt, love

Till the soil and part the weed

CHORUS

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: GURU

Hey, yo yo Everlast. What up?

This is big Guru from the Gangstarr, you know what I'm sayin'? Just checkin' in on ya.

Yo, I heard about your accident, I want to know if you're still breathin'?

So get at it brother, you know how to reach me, kid. Word is bond, man.

I miss ya. Hit me up, peace.

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: DEATH COMES CALLIN'

(Yes, yes, y'all.

'S too fresh ya'll.

A little B-boy blue.

You know it's too beaucoup.)

I been from New York to Cali but today's in the valley

And I think I'm 'bout to lose my mind

If I think about it one more time I'm a blow my stack, see out the back

Give me some room that I can breathe in, and I'm a start weavin'

spells like a wizard, king of the lizard

My mojo's risin' like my nature should

Not everybody can relate to th' hood

But they used to could with high frequency

Had the habits of juvenile delinquency

If y'all could see all the things I did when I was a kid,

you might flip your lid

'Cause when I was the age of one,

my father gave me my very first gun

When I was the age of two

I was pullin' out records with the SD crew

And when I was the age of three

I had all the maddest fishes swimmin' after me

And when I was the age of four

I was bustin' out shows with the rhymes galore

CHORUS (2x)

I say day to the night, night to the day

Up around where I stay we do things this way

You got to watch how you act and watch what you say

Cause there ain't no stallin' when your death come callin'

CHORUS II (2x)

The man that lives by the pistol dies by the smokin' gun

I think I hear a steam whistle, Lord; when my train goin' come?

Yo, all you done's packin' guns, fightin' for one,

It's time to get these Huns, start raisin' some sons

Plant your seed in some fertile soil

And watch me start bubblin' like I'm 'bout to boil

Like Olive Oyl loved Popeye, just won't stop I

Got to keep rockin'. Ticks keep tockin'.

Time keeps slippin'. My mind keeps trippin'.

Man, the road less traveled sure got a lot of stones.

CHORUS

(Watch me break it down)

There's a red house yonder just over the hill

With my name carved into the windowsill

Think I'm goin' to burn it down, yeah, think I'm going' to burn it down

It's where me and my old woman used to stay

We used to lie in bed and make love all day

Now I think I'm goin' to burn it down, yeah, I think I'm going' to burn it down

Think I'm goin' to burn it down to the ground.

CHORUS II

Lord, when my train goin' come? (4x)

Artist: EVERLAST feat. Casual & Sadat X.

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: FUNKY BEAT

Check

Uh huh

Check check, y'all

[Everlast]

Yo, Whitey Ford's the name. The hunchback of Notre Dame

Couldn't get more bent when it's time to represent

And I control it like rent in a slum tenement

Life's hard like some men in the concrete jungle

I don't smoke jumbos, so what you knockin' for?

There's locks on my door

We rock from the floor to the ceilin'

Ain't no drug dealin'

Ain't no cat peelin'

You can't fight this feelin'

[Casual]

Well,

My style's golden, hot like molten rock

Niggers come bold but leave here holding jock

High roll patrol roll through the set on fifth

Armed solo, sippin' momo with a chick

Niggers takin' penitentiary chances at the dances

Lettin' off shots, lit off the lanterns

Mad 'cause a nigger can't test with no access to phatness like this

[Sadat X]

From one stone the cowboy was founded plus surrounded with Casual

and Whitey Ford the whole world and your girl

From the bay to L.A. to my blue N.Y.

I ain't tryin' to die, I'm tryin' to live well, to cool out

I pick up my daughter when the bell says the school out

Who the hell brought a tool to this peaceful event?

Now I can love you, front you, or leave to hunt you

To play it too close is to be hit with this dose

[Everlast] Yes, yes, y'all

[Sadat X] Freak, freak, ya'll

[Casual] So fresh, y'all

[Everlast] To the beat y'all

[Sadat X] Yes, yes, ya'll

[Casual] We don't stop, y'all

[Everlast] We keep it rockin' til the panties drop, y'all

[Casual]

I seen that rap is bein' ruined by you and whoever doin'

That crap, they got me booin', in fact, I'm getting' to 'em

A electro poetical surge gave me the urge to consume the tomb and submerge

The depths the adverbs

Can't depict the sick

Analyticals

You pitiful trick

I'm the pinnacle and the prodigal

Rhyme style's

Hypnotical

Fuck the article

The art is hardest

To harvest the hard shit

[Sadat X]

I slave till all my work is done

I'm cash hit

Stack up my money for a Grammy shit

I like them all house parties rockin'

Plus I been getting' cozy

Bitch, turn your head and keep your eyes

Where they supposed to be

Supposedly I was seen with something lean, huh

Brown skin

I keep it bouncin'

I say loungin'

On the side with red wine

I know that shit on my floor ain't swine

[Everlast]

Now back it up, stack it up and hit me one more time

It might be your phone call but check it, it's my dime

And I know she's fine, but get off my line

Or I'll break that spine

And then maybe your face

You all up in my space

Like with Puffy and Mase

But that's just not the case'

Cause I'm settin' the pace

While you followin' and swallowin'

Savorin' the flavor

In your audio for now

Quick suckin' my style

CHORUS

Rock on 'til the break of dawn, just freakin', yeah, baby

'Cause this the funky beat, 'Cause this the funky beat,

'Cause this the funk, the funk, the funk funky beat

'Cause this the funky beat, 'Cause this the funky beat,

'Cause this the funk, the funk, the funk funky beat

[Sadat X]

I'll leave a piece of my style

Flyin' high up in the air

And you'll say to yourself

Damn I'm glad I was there

This is as rare as me frickin' share

You people stare

But behind closed doors

You will take it there

[Casual]

Yeah I be the extraordinare

Judge from Bayfare

To Albee Square

Tell me where the party at

I'll be there

Let her hit the coney at

Show her where to ride the pony at

[Everlast]

I be the man

With the large amounts of savoir faire

I'm about to cut loose my dog so you all best beware

If you can dance with flare then get out your chair

We be smarter than your average boo boo bear

CHORUS

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: THE LETTER

(Yeah, that's her.)

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose

All the broken hearts and the unpaid dues

What you did to me. What I did to you.

I ain't mad at you, pooh. So what we gonna do?

I just seen you out with your new mans, lookin' kinda happy.

Feelin' like somebody just slapped me.

My gut's in a knot. My temp's getting' hot.

I want to make that man bleed and wear this speed knot

'Cause he ain't got what we had, and it makes me kinda mad.

I hurt my one true love, just like my dad.

And it's kinda sad, 'cause now my shit's together.

No need for umbrellas, I can see the stormy weather.

I'm goin' outside into the rain.

And I keep sweatin' cause I can't house this pain

We was workin' for years, now I'm jerkin' these tears.

From my lips to God's ears, girl, I did you wrong

So I'm makin' this song to let you know how I feel

Before keepin' it real may keep my heart concealed

And now I'm on the side, just patiently waitin'

Watchin' on you and the time for updatin'.

I can't hide from the truth. I know the pudding's in the proof.

So I stand convicted, like all your friends predicted.

But I think you'd be surprised knowin' how this ends, brothers.

We went from lovers to friends, we'll go from friends to lovers.

So if that man make you smile, I guess that I'll just accept it

And respect it.

I'll hit you with this song and let you think about it,

And then I'll just leave you alone and be a man about it.

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: 7 YEARS

It's been seven years down the road

I got no more tears in me left to flow

I went and I did my baby wrong

And she left me lonely for so long

Now I'm out here all alone

Lord, won't you please bring my baby home

CHORUS (2x)

Lord, won't you please bring my baby home

It go one for the treble, two for the bass

Used to mess with this girl way back in the days

She was from the PJs and she went both ways

Yeah, the girl was a freak, I used to call her Monique

And before I even speak about knockin' the boots

She say her name been changed to avoid lawsuits

So now we getting' down to the nitty of the gritty

She brought a friend 'round and damn, she was pretty

But Betty was twisted, said her number was listed,

Grabbed my love two fisted, hugged it and kissed it

They say one in the hand is worth two in the bush

But when shove came to push, yo, I have my own theories

World series of love, it's two on one

Until I got caught with the smokin' gun

'Cause wifey came home and she bursted in

Now I'm lookin' for my heart like I'm made from tin

The road that I travel ain't got yellow bricks

My old woman thinks that all men are pricks

And she flipped the script, she put lip to lip

And every time I think about it I just lose my grip

'Cause I've been up and I've been down

And I've been fast and I've been slow

And I've been square and I've been round

And I've been high and I've been low

And I've been cool and I've been calm

And I've been kind and I've been crass

I held the whole right in my palm

I tried to spread it around but it sho' went fast

Lord, won't you please bring my baby home

Bring my baby home

Seven years sure done flown by

I got no more tears in me left to cry

I went and I did my sugar bad

I lost the best thing I ever had

Now I'm out here on my own

Lord, won't you please bring my baby home

CHORUS (4x)

Bring my baby home...

Artist: EVERLAST

Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

Title: NEXT MAN

(And there, but for the grace of God, go I. 'S kinda deep. I wonder what it means?)

I'll rock a jam for love, I'll quit my band for love

I'll smack a chrome tool right out your hand for love

Make you cry like a dove, leave you standin' alone

In a world so cold, watch the drama unfold

'Cause you sold your soul. Now you fearin' your death

Sniffin' crystal meth 'til there ain't nothin' left

But rock bottom hurts when you hit it

You start to perfect on all the friends you've shitted

You prob' won't admit it so you start to sink lower

You caught in the flood and you tryin' to find Noah

If you hungry and you near me, yo, you gonna get fed

If you sleepy and you need a place to lay your head

Then come take my bed. I'll sleep on the floor

Cause these are the times that friends are for

CHORUS (2x)

I see everybody out here's doin' for self

And they don't give a damn on the next man

Puttin' status and wealth over God and health

I can't wait 'til you the next man

I get uptight for love. You know I'll fight for love.

I might keep my wifey up all night for love.

And when the daylight comes I'll be seein' mad bums

With no shoes on their feet, plus nuttin' to eat.

I can't save the whole street, so I feel like I'm beat.

And why play the game when nuttin' goin' change?

The only change that's wanted is loose in my jeans.

I get rushed on every corner by a bum or a fiend.

Tryin' to keep my dean, I try to give to the poor.

Tryin' to get through this life and get through that door.

I'm all up in this mix for these final ticks,

Goin' all the way to seven and it's half past six.

CHORUS

I'll pray to God for love. I'll make jihad for love

And I just might pull your freakin' card for love

Make you sing, "Hey, love", like my man King Son

I freaked all the noise over all you toys

Better bring your boys, summon all your crew

No matter what you do, it's comin' back on you

It's like planet orbits, let your sponge absorb its

Logical conclusion. It's b-boy fusion.

And confusion say that he want control

Of your mentality, your body and your soul.

So if you lose your hope come and take my hand

And link up this chain, cause, money, that's the plan.

Tryin' to get through this maze, not to win this race,

We either ridin' on a horse or walkin' on our face.

So come take your place on the side of love

And swallow up ego and your pride for love

CHORUS

I can't wait 'til you the next man