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Peace for Your Soul
by Cyrano, Esq.
Introduction:
A man who has arguably touched more hearts and souls han any other person before him or that will come after him thru the universal language of music and humanitarian efforts. He was a blessing to us all.
The magic of his many crafts is permanently emblazened in our cultural fabric.
The air was sucked outta the room when you passed away, Mike.
I'm writing this song to be able to breathe again.
Verse 1:
U're the King of Pop
whether the hataz wanna give u p'z or not.
Who needs their propz?
Never your legacy's forgot.
When I heard the news, man I really and truly had to breathe and stop.
Like breathing was not important with everything we lost.
And it's impossible to measure all the grief we got.
Watchin' the BET awards with Jamie Da Foxx.
I can't believe we got thru it. Indeed it's not
easy to mourn on live TV when everyone's feeling shocked.
And, God bless Janet Jackson for the speech she dropped.
MJ's a legend, an icon. But family to u.
I'm sendin' all my love and prayers and positive energy to u.
I know the relatives and the big homie Quincy has got
to be mourning your brother dearly, sendin' tears to God.
I wish u peace and not pain. Hope it eases up.
Hey... Let's celebrate his life. Man, Billie Jean is hott!
Hook:
Baby, now u're back home.
Now u're at home.
They will leave u alone.
I hope that u find some peace for your soul.
Verse 2:
Don't worry about the comeback.
Anyway, what's that?
U neva stopped bein' the talented one that
inspired us all. Black
white, brown... we're all wearin' one hat.
And of course one sparkling glove. U're so full of magic and love.
I think that we gotta give some back.
Comeback to us.
Your spirit will never leave us.
Smooth criminal and Dirty Diana.
We had a friend like Ben. No Strangers is Moscow.
U befriend us. It don't matter if u're Black or White. It's what inside that matters.
U taught us to save the planet...
Earth Song and Heal the Globe
a.k.a. Heal The World. Baby, u are not alone.
My mama called me on the phone.
She caught me in a zone.
Holdin' back the years like a Simply Red song.
Holdin' back the tears. How could u be dead and gone?
When somebody hears Thriller come on
it's clear that u infuenced us all.... style, vibe, tone.
I look at the sky and smile knowin' your legacy lives on.
Michael Jackson.
Outro:
Michael Jackson from "This Is It" announcement in London
Don't Try To Stop Me
"Mr. Moderator, brother & sisters, friends...
and I see some enemies..." (Malcolm X)
Bitch, get it together!
My people will never say never.
We doin' whuteva we gotta do to make it on thru the stormy weather.
Look at the doubters, hecklers, haters that try to arrest our
development.
Evil is resident.
We gotta represent, step in and blaze em, baby!
Give em the testament.
My people are heaven sent.
What you are witnessin' is completely self-evident.
U bytches can't hold us down with that oppression shyt!
Betta go let em know. Tell em that
we ain't fuckin' around and we don't want no settlement.
Get on the top of the pedestal... and baby make sure that they're hearin' it!
We ain't ain't surrenderin', givin' in, or nothin' that is resemblin'.
bendin' or foldin' in the wind, my friend.
40 acres and a mule is all I'm considerin',
Gentlemen, come to the table with minimum.
Get sent home. U ain't gettin' no dinner here.
Better go watch out for my minutemen.
Many men comin' thru your door with that militant war!
Even the score.
Retreat or it's on.
U'll see me for sure on the front line, boi.
U can only die one time. boi.
But tell me whut r u gonna live for.
Tell me do u want peace or war?
Don't try to stop me.
Don't... don't try to stop me. (2x)
I ain't here to make no apologies.
Gimme my freedom and give me equality
Fuck the hypocrisy.
Gimme a dollar. See...
Capitalism is rapin' my pockets, G.
Rap activism. I'm hearin' it callin' me.
Stallin' me with all of the drama surroundin'.
Mo Money Mo problems. U think that u're clownin' me?
Fuck bein' broke! U end up in the county
sellin' that coke.
Crack gets a bigger sentence... what a joke.
Tell me it's not targetin' poor folkz.
Do I look like a harlequin? Don't think so!
Listen to each critical word that I spoke.
This system is racist. It's time to revolt.
Vote... We need a revolution!
Inequality memorialized in our fuckin' Constitution.
Go!
Freedom fighters... Now head to your posts.
Lift up your flag and put up your pole.
And, don't let nobody take it down without a war.
Oh, if they want diplomacy, give it a go.
Peaceful solution is always the goal.
But, if that ain't workin', gotta let them thangz blow!
What do we want?
Let's start with equal education
and adequate healthcare. That'll strengthen our nation.
Let's reduce this incarceration.
And when someone does deserve it let's focus on rehabilitation.
Hook
Verse 3:
What? Did u think that
I was gonna sit back and just take that
Wasn't gonna say jack.
Homie don't play that.
Wait til the day we ain't gonna be laid back.
Feelin' the spirit of kindred from way back, baby.
And all of their struggles just playback
thru the blood which travels our veins...
to the common brain and get us on the same track.
Hate me. Hate me. Don't u hate me?
This is a message for all the poor people. Isn't it crazy?
How u're slavin'... minimum wages u're makin'?
but the return on your labor's outrageous.
Paddin' the pockets of big corporations
for stock options, and board of director facelifts?
Severance package and salary races?
We tryin' to feed the babies!
Everyone is so concerned with makin'
ends meet that they don't realize the game, and
ain't makin' none of the rules for playin'.
How u gonna make ends meet...
when this system is set up to keep you beneath
poverty-level, but still on your feet
just enuff to pick cotton week after week?
Street after street after street after street
after block after block of the ghetto I see
harassing cops.
Antithesis of the American Dream.
Live and be free.
Street after street after street after stre et
My ppl rise up.
I have a dream, indeed, baby.
"I am happy to join with you today
in what will go down in history
as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation." (Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.)
This Track Is Water
They say I'm captivatin'
They say I'm fascinatin'.
When I step on the mic, literally, fire starts to blazin'.
It's gettin' too hot in the kitcken.
Talk to the hand cuz the face ain't listenin'.
Gettin' my Bills up more than that Piston.
Take a minute, rewind and listen.
Now that I got your fuckin' attention.
It's just a little tongue twistin'.
If I slowed it down and spit it, yaw'd be pissin' in your linen.
Feel me.
Now, tell me can I get a witness.
Throw your hands up and embrace this new religion.
In the name of the hip-hop kick, and the snare, and the bass and the holy spirit
Let the spirit be your base in the face of the haters, and stand fearless.
Cuz they really don't want u to rise. It's amazin'... the way that the hataz fear this
Confident, competent, dominant, prominent black man stackin' them digits
Make em hear it.
I really don't need your permission
to get on my grind, put in overtime, and makin' my own pot to piss in.
I don't want no fuckin' handouts.
But I do want what u owe me.
As long as my brain ain't enslaved, baby, u could never own me!
I'm stayin' on my grind.
I put in overtime.
If this track is water,
then WATCH me turn it into wine
He keeps goin' and goin' and goin'.
Like the Energizer Bunny .
Money, ain't it funny?
Ppl who never gave a damn all of a sudden say u're lovely.
Give somebody a fish, but nevertheless their still hungry.
Try to teach somebody to fish and they don't even wanna study.
Man, I think things are gonna get ugly.
So, I might as well make it funky.
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall. But I ain't gonna fall for nothin'!
Gimme my milk and honey, boy.
Dont make me get gully.
I want my reparations. I don't wanna pretend this bloody country... loves me!
Forefathers instruct me.
Gimme the strength to survive when these demons come to corrupt me.
Trick, press ya luck if ure feelin lucky ducky.
Bust me .45 magnum as Im leavin em in the dust, G
methaphorically-speaking.
Only need my mind to crush these
Oppressors, golddiggers, wannabe contenders and their flunkeys.
Ya better surrender.
If beefs all u made for dinner
Dont put it on my plate, bitch unh unh temper temper (watch your temper).
Make this money! Take this money!
Im tellin ya this aint a game. Baby, its not for crash dummies.
I done worked too hard to get it for u to try to take it from me.
Ure gonna respect me in the board room and the streets, sonny!
Isnt it lovely?
If I stop makin music, Ill still be stackin hundreds.
Straight mutual funded.
What? U wanna fuck wit a
Black Man Workin up
to Fortune 500 CEO status? U getting nervous, huh?
I keep it burnin up hotter than a furnace-ah
And I keep my earnings up by makin u turn this up!
Hits? I steadily serve them up.
Katz in da hood like word em up!
Chi-town gettin its murders up cuz of these track I murder, son.
Im not the Hamburglar. Beefs not really what I want.
Im not just spittin' this shyt to sell records cuz we know thats just a stunt.
And I just dont front.
I give em what they want.
Real quality music from the soul as long as my heart pumps.
Suga Luv
Look at u, baby...
sweet sweet lady.
Lollipop, gum drop... oh so tasty!
Panties drop! Candyshop! I go crazy.
Friendly flirtation smile is so amazing.
No butterfingers when I caress your body.
Obviously we need a little milk chocolate...
syrup and some honey make it so erotic.
Spicing thingz up cuz you're a hot tamale.
(Suga Luv)
Candy-coated lady.
I got a sweettooth for you ..
Won't u let me taste it?
(I'm in love.)
I'm feelin' your body.
U're feelin' my body body baby.
Lickin' that body...that body there, baby.
And just enjoyin' each one of your flavors.
Skittles and Jolly Ranchers, Werther's original
U're a Lifesaver.
Feminine M&M. Minimum favor...
cotton candy melts sooner or later...
Fall into my arms and melt in my mouth, not in my hand, baby.
Don't care if I get a cavity.
Rather enjoy pleasure insanity.
Indulge in all of your candy.
Be sugar rushin'... and so understandably.
Make your star burst up under this canopy.
U are so sweet and I'm thinkin' "how can it be"?
Got me screamin' out random profanity!
Give me so more for the sake of humanity!
And u be, and u be...
Laffy taffy flavored.
Ms. Jackson if u're nasty.
That's me. Pass me now and later.
Baby, don't be a stranger.
Almond Joy luva.
Butter Pecan skin make me reach for another...
taste of ya luva.
Let me get a sample.
Bubbalicious bootylicious... think that I can handle
Ready for that jelly.
Placing whipped cream on your belly.
Strawberry kisses.
Hershey's on the tip.
Let me suck it off your lips.
Whooo!
Body that body, my baby...
U know that u're drivin' me into temptation.
It's obviously gotta be the contemplation
of your suga, Love, that has got me elated.
Come follow me. Follow me. I will be waitin'
Awaitin' flirtation, vibration, sensation.
And when I be lookin' so deep in your eyes...
Baby, u know that u got me fixated.
I start contemplatin' our harmonization.
I'm wantin' to bring u to ejaculation.
I'm thinkin' it time to use imagination.
I'm grabbin' the condiments so I can taste ya.
U make me experience infatuation.
And girl u drown me in your precipitation.
as sugar walls come on tumblin' down
like a waterfall crashes into a basin.
So Easy
by Cyrano, Esq. and John Legend (hook)
Girl, u make it seem like u don’t even care
and it’s so easy for you to walk away.
I'’m standing tall and I'’ll make it on my own.
Girl, believe me…...
I'’m gonna be OK.
I’m gonna be ok, baby…
Even though it’s seems that I’d go crazy.
Ye…it’ll hurt a little while…maybe.
But, all along I knew that u were shady.
Hey…
Only a few eggs in your basket, lady.
So, go ahead and drop ‘em and just crack em, baby.
Put ‘em on the fryin’ pan. Mmmm savory!
I don’t give a damn anymore… basically.
I’m tellin’ u all of tha answers.
Not gonna fight for your love. Understand that.
To me u’ve really been a cancer.
Gotta get rid of u. Sendin’ u off, baby. Damn that!
And, damn this…
I’ve got a dozen more eggs for tha next chick.
Get it?
So, get your chick head ass up outta here… outta tha stratosphere quickly.
I’m from the Windy City where niggas ain’t showin’ no love for these hoodrats.
I thought u were bettea than that, but u proved that…
u’re really not.
U’re scandalous. I’m an analyst…analyze plots.
Try to get a nigga for what he got in his pocket.
U need to stop it.
I’m gonna be OK, baby…
Have more time to myself lately.
Your lil games won’t even fade me.
Not stressin it like Fuck you pay me!
There’s no need to ever get drastic, lady.
Won’t call u. Please don’t call me or two-way me, baby.
Put it all behind us six fett under the grave.
We… need to let bygones be bygones
It’s gravy.
I’m really not havin’ a fit, stressin’ my mind and just gettin’ all bent…
Totally outta shape. No…not me…not over this chick.
Trick or treat.
Trick don’t even come to see me.
Don’t worry about how I’m livin’ now that a brother is handlin’ business
With the potential to make these millions.
Wuz your intentions?
You wanna be on a yacht.
U wanna take all I got.
U want the money in knots.
U must be smokin’ that crack rock if u think u’re fonna dip into my cashbox.
Cuz, really, u ain’t getting’ none of it biatch!
I’m gonna be OK, baby….
Peep me handlin’ business daily.
I’m best friends with Benjamin Franklin.
Bet u didn’t see that comin’. Ha-ha- hate me!
There’s no need to ever feel salty, lady.
Do u while I do me and just love it, baby.
Don’t u agree…isn’t life crazy crazy.
See you on the next episode, maybe.
I’m all about stackin’ my chips.
Gettin’ my paper. Str8 represent!
Damn all tha hataz all on my dick…
now that I’m makin’ this money legit.
U weren’t there for me when I wuzn’t rich.
Took u a gamble. It failed, then u ditched.
Wasn’t nothin’ but a golddiggin’ chick
I had a lil record deal. U thought I wuz tha shyt.
But, that wuz only preliminary.
Glad that u left me so I didn’t marry a shady chick.
Man, this scary.
I’d rather give my money to the community, baby.
I want a lady who cares… she got her own thang…
no need for me to carry her on my shoulders.
And, we’ll live happily.
And I laugh cuz your stories a tragedy, hoe!
Model of a Souljah
by Cyrano, Esq. & Bizzy Bone of Bone Thugs -n- Harmony
Bizzy Bone
Model of a Souljah, G.
Do u know where we come from?
It's that G.H.E.T.T. and O.
Nobody expected us to come up, see?
We models of a souljah, G.
Masterminded.
Have I been blinded by the silence of the violence?
It's a science to quiet the riots.
Biased vibes just mesmerize us.
I come from the city of the Chi.
Don't try us.
Anybody wanna ride? Come find us.
Timeless. Give into this track and go mindless.
Bizzy said I'm Chi-town's finest.
I'm as controversial as Imus.
Nappy headed nigga always walkin' thin lines and
cruise thru ya muthafuckin' institution shinin'
bruise all u fools who do choose to confine him.
See the planets realignin'.
Minin' thru the tunnel til the light collides with
the spirit of a brother who's been so long grindin'.
Come up out the gutter. We can touch the sky, man.
Do u even hear whut I'm talkin' about?
If u don't get it, take a minute just to figure it out.
If u try to hold me down, I'll stick my dick in your mouth.
Cuz ain't no limit, nigga. Fuck a glass ceilin'. Mash out!
Sippin' on this liquir and I'm finta pass out.
Sometimes I get depressed when I'm lookin' around.
How about every black man in this law class shout?
Pull the mag out.
Standin' on the block in case u clowns act out.
Outside the box.
Freedom
Freedom's in your mind, nigga
Stop lookin' for somebody else to break the chains, mayne.
It's all in the game.
Are u goin' to play it their way
or are your willin' to use your own two feet to make it on up that stairway.
We don't need no deadweight.
Nigga get yo head straight.
Come in the temple and let's pray
if that's what it takes.
What u waitin' fo', my boiiii. Get on the bus.
Fuck! Before u get left behind in time just eatin' dust.
Plus, most ppl got their own shyt to worry about, scurry about, hurry about
tryin' to pay their bills and not get moved out of their house.
So, tell me what's foreclosin' your mind.
I sat in the desert and meditated on freedom. I'm feelin' alive.
Betta believe it. I'm feelin' the vibe.
Took time to see the sunrise.
Laid back and watch the night sky.
And, I am one of the stars that shine.
Who r u?
Burnin' freely and beautiful, isn't it true.
If not, then u gotta figure out what da fuck's wrong wit u.
Free your mind, brother.
Free your mind, sister.
Free your mind, nigga.
Oops, did I say "nigga"?
Free your mind nigga.
Let's be clear... no tricks... white ppl did some fucked up shyt.
And there descendants live in conditions that show benefit from it.
They took away our freedom by the millions. No frontin'.
Raped indigneous people out of their milk & honey.
Colonized and pillaged the countries.
Monetized the children for money.
Modified the history. Lovely.
Now, u don't know who u are, dummy.
But, trust me... while we live the shadow of the oppression.
There's many other things each of us need to be addressin'.
Stop focusin' on the past and focus on the lessons.
Dr. King had a dream. Freedom ring in his message.
We all are free then to choose how we're affected.
Lead or be led like a peg in Tetris.
Let them dress us up in a Willie Lynch necklace
Is your freedom within u, or is your freedom directed?
U gotta take these chains and snap 'em into sections!
I floated in the Dead Sea...felt free...and heard the message sayin'.
I done been around the world (world). Seen so many places,
desperate faces, that's what we're facin'.
Let's get the basics.
In separate nations...most of us don't even know what's goin' on, baby.
But, I'm tellin' u...there's plenty evil forces.
Of course it becomes quites clear our community is full of resources.
Why we ain't usin''em?
Keep on down this path, and our children, we will ruin' em.
College ain't recruitin' 'em.
Hip-hop is confusing 'em.
Parents are abusin' 'em...
cuz lack of education will surely bring the doom to them.
Fast is the food for them.
What happened to nutrition, son?
Parents wit' no clue in them,
Lost ones... we're losin' 'em.
Don't support our own, but we buy them Nike shoes for them.
Should support our own like them ppl from Jerusalem.
Freedom is in your mind, so let it shine, young brotha.
Caught Out There
Try not to get caught out there.
I know it gets hard out there.
No one ever said life is fair.
But, things will get better for u. That's my prayer.
U're only six years old.
Papa thinks that he's so big and bold.
Why's it so difficult
to find love and acceptance within the home?
Shoulder raise fist so clenched and cold.
Small hands cover face so suspenseful.
Pain rains down and rips your soul.
So pitiful. So pitiful.
Anger fills your heart and grips it whole.
Sadness sneaks in til you're ten years old.
Then, u begin to fold...
anger over hate and rage. Explode!
Fuck the world! Don't give a shyt no mo'.
Turn to the streets for what u miss at home.
Now, u get so exposed.
Streetz swallow u whole. Takin' away your tomorrow.
Four little letters... AIDS
Now we're stigmatizin' ppl with diseases.
Christians say "He needs Jesus".
Homo sinner. Man, that's what he gets!
Never thought that his family's in pieces.
Drug regimen...it ain't the cheapest.
Quick to point the finger and scorn the weakest.
Stomp on ppl like they're beneath us.
Well, what about the babies in Africa.
Born with infection. Now, can u back it up?
And, their mamas got it from their dads becuz
they couldn't resist the sexual act enuff.
So, u got a finger to point at them?
Black continent... Jesus ain't annoin tin' them?
When it happens to your sister, tell me is she joinin' them?
Drug companies exploitin' them. Scared ppl avoidin' them.
They call it a vicious cycle. That's why we're fightin' for survival.
Single mother homes. Pops was gone on arrival.
Food to stay vital. Not nutrition for the bio.
Public education worst than third world rivals.
Mama works two jobs thru the welfare trials
and tribulations. Tryin' to keep some sense of pride though.
Introduced to the block and the crews with their titles.
Introduced to the rocks and abuse and the 5.0.
Serve and protect in the ghetto is a lie, yo.
Young black man it's a good chance you'll be inside those
walls of the prison that their buildin' for your kind so
quick and frantic. Economic advancement.
New age plantation. No rehabilitation.
Come out with $5 dollars and a sense of desperation.
Community got worst. Now, the young ones are bangin'.
No healthcare. No welfare. Opportunities vacant.
Recidivism.
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