Kanye West - Workout plan

Tekst :

Girl #1]
Ay Wussup gurl

[Girl #2]
Heyy gurl

[Girl #3]
Hey How u doin ?

[Girl #1]
Ay you know i finally got my shit together been watchin that workout plan gurl!!

[Girl #2]
Well you lookin all good and stuff you got you a-

[Girl #1]
Gurl i know it s that workout

[Girl #2]
Got you a six pack shakuar and stuff

[Girl #1]
Don t say it

[Girl #3]
my nigga my nigga i m tired of puttin 1-8-7 in my niggas pager that shit aint workin no more

[Girl #1]
Gurl you know i ma video hofesional now (Gurl) since i copped this new workout plan my shit
is right rollin in lexus, acruasss everything gurll

[Girl #3]
Gurl u need to let me know where i can cop that how much is it?

[Girl #1]
Gurl you know you ain t gotta pay nuttin around me i m tha bootleg queeen i ll give it to
you for free.99

[Both girl #2, and #3]
FREE.99!!

[Girl #3]
That s my dawg you always lookin out for us

[Girl #2]
My nigga now i can throw away my bus pass and shit oh my God

[Girl #3]
Oh shit

Kanye West - Changing lanes

Tekst :

[Kanye West]
Yeah, and you say Chi city
And you say Chi city
I m down with Chops from Philly
Nothin really just to rock me free and Mack Milly

Listen, yo
I drove too new york with ten dollars to my name
Brought back a couple platinum plaques on the plane
Brought back and sold you to change the game
Had a little beef I had to aim, it s stainless steel
The lyrics in my heart I can t restrain they real
I swear to God I wish I had a dollar bill
For every time a nigga told me stick to the peace
I could have ate a cheese, cakin leas six times a week
Plus I m killin these niggaz on that lirical shit
man-days coloris I push lirical with
Though I m killin these niggaz on that lirical shit
man-days colorbiss I push lirical with changing lanes
Yeah, I m changing lanes

Kanye West - The corners

Tekst :

[Common]
Memories on corners with the fo s and the mo s
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin they rolls
Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin for mo
We know where to go, niggaz rollin in droves
They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain t know and they goes
The streets ain t safe cuz they ain t knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don t roll
Down the roads where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners

[Kanye West]
I wish I could give you this feelin
I wish I could give this feelin
On the corners niggaz robbin or killin
And dyin just to make a livin , huh?

[Lost Prophets]--------- [Last Poets]
We overstated, we underrated, we educated
The corner was our time when time stood still and
Gators and snakeskins and
Yellow and pink and
powder blue profiles glorifying that

[Common]
Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin to eat right
Ridin no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike s, they head and they feet right
Desires of street life, cars and weed types
Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like
The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like
Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype
Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life
Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like
Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like
G s with three strikes, seeds that need light
Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife
The corner, where struggle and greed fight
We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right
Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light
Reality s a bitch, and I heard that she bites
The corner

[Kanye West]
I wish I could give you this feelin
I wish I could give this feelin
On the corners niggaz robbin or killin
And dyin just to make a livin , huh?

[Lost Prophets]------------- [Last Poets]
The corner was our magic, our music, our politics
Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries
Broke out on different corners
Power to the people
Black power
Black is beautiful

[Common]
Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers
As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists
The dirt isn t just fertile, its people workin and earnin this
The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is
Its so hot that niggaz burn to live
The furnace is, whether money movin , the determined live
We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers
Its so black packed with action that s affirmative
The corners

[Kanye]
I wish I could give you this feelin
I wish I could give this feelin
On the corners niggaz robbin or killin
And dyin just to make a livin , huh?

[Lost Prophets]---------------- [Last Poets]
The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge
Our Taj Mahal, our monument
Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love
Down on the corner

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Naga noc

Naga noc jak ciemne szkło,
w studni wina nagie dno,
to klejnoty.
Otwórz dłoń i patrz -
świecę zgaś.

Nagich ramion ciemny brąz,
linia ust i linia rąk,
To klejnoty,
przytul je do ust.

Co za noc, ach, co za no
Twarz ku niebu, pachnie
Boski spokój...

W szeregu

Co taki człowiek z życia ma,
któremu wciąż pobudka gra.
W co taki człowiek czyli ja
wciąż poganiany wierzyć ma?
Mnie bardzo nudzi równy szyk,
alarmu hałas, pieśni ryk,
rozkazy próżnych, starych wyg,
co z wiersza czynią pusty krzyk.

Ja chcę być
ogromna jak los
i mała jak tost,...

I call shots

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It s the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And y know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., y know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y KNOW!
Kurupt]
Organized madness
The young Godstra

Parable

Here s the story of a poor loser
From the wrong side of the street
Yes, he s a born loser
It?s the world he?s trying to beat
And though he once tried to cross over
All he met there was defeat

And...