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Ghetto Pop Life, Danger Mouse & Jemini
Ghetto Pop Life
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Born-A-MC Lyrics
Introducin' my main man Danger Mouse, Super Producer
And they call me Jemini the Gifted One...The emcee

I was Born-A-MC, I was born to rhyme
I was born to write and resight it and express myself
I was born a emcee
I was born to rhyme, I was born to spit to you get it and express myself

[Jemini the Gifted One]
Yo, yo
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
Danger Mouse and Jemini puttin' the writin' upon the wall (true)
For people to read, I'm doin' this cause I need people to see, and touchin' a feelin'
And enter the spirit that is runnin' through me, I was born emcee
So when I was young I said I wanna emcee, gonna emcee, using me
At 3:00 am in front of BoDangles, eatin' Potato Chips, n
Watchin' the day go by, with dreams of the day that I get paid to rhyme
And probally why I stay so high, blazen' alot
But now a days we call it "puffin' the trees", nigga's ain't high
But now a days we call everybody emcee's
I don't mean to preach, but emcee's a level that you gotta reach
Respectin' history, be open to learn, and what it will teach
I master each and every lyrical style that you'll ever need
So lyrically-musically spiritually, guess that womens all you'll ever need
Please believe!
Uh-huh, uh-huh

I was Born-A-MC, I was born to rhyme
I was born to write and resight it and express myself
I was born a emcee
I was born to rhyme, I was born to spit to you get it and express myself
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Ghetto Pop Life Intro Lyrics 01:09 192 1,59 0.10
Ghetto Pop Life Lyrics
I've got a bullet in the clip so what ya want?
I've got a lyric I can spit so what ya want?
I'm giving bitches good dick so what ya want?
Hey, hey, so what'cha want?

My Ghetto Pop Life hotter than a hot slice
I'm an urban entertainer of the hot nights
I don't wanna see no end because it's not right

I'm just a brother who never
Compromised his integrity
My legacy is heavenly
Bury me in the hood
Never think I'm not cautious, hey
I recognise what a wrong look'll cost us
So inside I'm always nervous
But I never look worried
Come for me
Gun shot flurries in a hurry
Come get me
And be where I perform, stay warm
I'm prepared for the storm
And I brought the heat with me
Lord, please talk to these boys
'Fore I leave they evening spoilt
Put 'em six feet up under the soil
Looking at the roots of trees
Better yet leave they bodies all out in the open so the flies can feed
And when the 'hood get dry I supply the need
Y'all faggot niggaz keep it moving honey riding with me
So what ya want?


And I never politic when I be on some cool out shit
Don't even run up on me talking 'bout some artist that you signed
'Cos I don't really give a fuck and I ain't really got the time
I'm trying to put some money in my clothes
Sean clothes, Jah clothes
First, did you come with six zeros?
Fuck y'all then, I'm trying to put some dubs on the road
Then just slide up in the club and try to bubble some hoes
Player, the harder we grind, the further we go
I'm at the point I'm ready to commit a murder to blow
Whatever it takes, I see the nigga holding the case
Look dead in his face, hit the nigga holding the weight
Make his man take me to the crib and go in the safe
Jah done made the reservation so we ready to peel
For real, without no hesitation Nitty bustin' the steel
So what ya what?


I'm a O.G in the flesh (true to life)
Giving birth to these young seeds (new to life)
East New York Bed-Stuy nigga (do or die)
I was aiming for his head (it went through his eye)
Pimp nigga, Goldie, Shaft (super fly)
Mixed with a little cheese (from Coolie High)
Mommy how you gonna move? (when it's just you and I)
Pardon me a second dude (you better get in line)
Confrontation time, get in line or spit a rhyme
I ain't looking for no beef but I will oblige
I'm kinda quiet but surprise I ain't really shy
Didn't mean to shock you with the real
But niggaz know the deal
When I'm up in punk knockers and down in Sugar Hill
Call me Mr Foreverman, can't say I never ran and never will
But when the shells get to flying and I don't got skill
I get ghost then I bounce
Come back and a nigga be ready to throw toast
So what ya want?

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Omega Supreme Lyrics
"Funk soul, on deck
Prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme
Danger Mouse
We do it like this"

"Sometimes I get the feeling
I got to put it on ya
Surprised how I lay my beat down
Same MC off of ya corner"
Jemini, still gifted still the funk soul
You can call me the prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme imperial flow
"Who the fuck is this?"
Me, me, that's who

All aboard, my ship is about to leave the port
Call the law man, this shit ain't even humorous
And yes, my Puma's is fresh
As soon as I'm stressed
You get steel in ya anus spit from numerous Tec's
Get it right I come to spit flip the script rip the mic
You can get it however you want it
'Cause I can spit it however ya like
Man, shit be tight nigga ya might need kryptonite
Man, you say that you want it
So you better take whatever you get tonight
See my problem is I never learned to lie for shit
Sometimes I get sperm in my eye 'cause I be on my own dick
My rhyme book stay thick
Like the hips on Free
From 106 & Park used to be
Y'all know the dilly niggaz holla if ya really feel me
I'm a cold blooded assassin
And tonight I come to leave ya cipher chilly
"And we must believe that no one will criticize us for speaking honestly"


Listen, momma said there'd be days like this
Where I'd have to set the record straight on a plagiarist
Who played the fifth row
Had to let the kid know even if he played the fifth
I'd still get in his ass like a wedgie
Ready or not I be lyrical machete that cut
Through bricks and steel 'cause sticks and stones might
Break ya bones
But they won't end the rhetoric
The evidence is in, I'm guilty
'Cause the verdict is my cleverness with pen
Murder music murder men
The mo' time go by the mo' intense my lyrical flow
To show the privates that they can't follow where generals go
I leave the troops and the battles and the trenches
You succeed with flukes and coincidences
You have no defenses against my sub tenses
I'm all up in the game and you sidelined on the benches
Defenseless against this
From the beginning it was senseless
You bit more than you could chew
It's knocking out your dentures
"But I but I but I but I but I but I but I I figga, that I'm a bad nigga I'm
a bad nigga
I'm a bad bad nigga"


I love it when it's my turn
And faces start to look crazy concerned
They know I'm about to burn baby burn
From the facility
The city'll need a lot of H20
When I'm finished you'll need a place to go
Face the facts
I flow from the brain to the paper to the wax
Back niggaz down like automatic gunfire
I perspire when I show a MC how to holla for the have my power locked down
like Rottweiler dogs
Don't be appalled at the crowd just because they applaud
When they lockjawed but don't follow yours
Yours was only endured for a minute or more
Until I took the floor
And came through with the definitive raw
The textbook definition of "damn he nice!"
I'm so explosive like bullets bust from ya biscuit
Sometimes my shit is too explicit to risk it
But these idiots love the pain
And they ain't really tryin' to risk it
Nigga listen!


So check the rhyme to the rhythm
Or shiver when I give a
Very fat deliver-y
The process only Jemini, me
Other MC's is corny I set ya souls free
The baddest born motherfucker ever to pick up a mic
And when I touch the structure
Watch the structure rupture
Clutch ya, might butt ya
Not the type to get down with the baddest
The Jemini status
I'm blunt with the gun so I stomp out ya business
Plus I can dominate ya physical fitness
So witness the Jemini shit comin' from way back
Beef with me chief I throw the blade to ya nutsack for payback
Don't ya try to diss me like a gamer
I got rhymes in the clip plus one inside the chamber
Danger, so cock the glock near ya jock
But I, I figga', that I'm a bad nigga I'm a bad nigga, I'm a bad bad nigga
I'm a bad nigga
And we was singing that
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What U Sittin On? Feat. Tha Liks Lyrics 03:59 192 5,46 0.10
The Only One Lyrics
"Never gonna find another man like that"
Je-Je-Je-Je-Je, Jemini
"Never gonna find another man like that"
Danger Mouse

I wanna hear a little more (yes y'all)
Up in the facility
Instead of niggaz ice-grillin' me
When they really be, feeling me
Lyrically it's just a facade
To hide their inabilities
And their insecurities
Picture me, giving a damn
I've been in the joint
Pitting lyrics written with pistols with venomous points
I explode through the whole first step be murder on the sole of my kicks
Spittin while I'm holding my dick
In the, circle of squares
This area here
Is something you don't wanna fuck around with
Check the shit


My vocal presentation intrude the subliminal
Included with vitamins for your psyche plus minerals
Now who be the general
The principle character
To, carry the art like the flag of America
What, over the barriers
Plus, have a little bit of "Something for the people"
I got a little bit of, something for you, it's lyrical too
Get up in the, middle of you, like miracles do
Help you grow in your mental and your spiritual too
Help your hearing and your visual too
Tell 'em Jemini said it
I come to set it, break it down in phonetics
Dip it in egg whites and bread it
And serve it up hot
When I'm up in your spot
Like a tasty, pastry treat
I'm in the place to be
Jemini and his friend
D, A, N, G, E, R, M-O-U, S, E


Y'all about hoodies and jerseys with fitteds
And copy gear quick to seen a rap cat with it
I'm about, fashion innovation
Funk soul sensation is the name
Jemini Smith they say you playin'
And you and I both know it's a shame I gotta lead
'Cos others choose to follow
That's a hard pill to swallow for some
I ain't tryin' to be a role model
But some of y'all need
03:17 192 4,53 0.10
Take Care Of Business Feat. J-Zone Lyrics 03:38 192 5,00 0.10
That Brooklyn Shit Lyrics 03:36 192 4,93 0.10
Yoo-Hoo! Lyrics 04:35 192 6,32 0.10
Copy Cats Feat. Prince Po From Organized Konfusion Lyrics 03:50 192 5,25 0.10
Don't Do Drugs Lyrics 03:23 192 4,66 0.10
Medieval Feat. The Pharcyde Lyrics 04:59 192 6,86 0.10
Bush Boys Lyrics 04:01 192 5,53 0.10
Here We Go Again Lyrics 03:52 192 5,29 0.10
I'ma DooMee Lyrics 03:05 192 4,22 0.10
Knuckle Sandwich Lyrics 02:10 192 2,98 0.10