Trackklist 01. Fingerprint 02. Air Bender 03. Negative Space 04. Mercy Me 05. Masters Of War 06. Yungn 07. Bobby Neutron 08. Stanley Kubrick 09. War Witch 10. Vultures 11. Escape
The Lost Flash Drive é o nome da Mixtape... lista de músicas:
Tracklist 01. Comin Thru Feat. Young Buck & Kidd Kidd 02. Superville Feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo Young Buck & Kidd Kidd 03. Fatality Feat. Tony Yayo Young Buck & Kidd Kidd 04. Its a Stick Up Feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo Kidd Kidd & Young Buck 05. Live Fast Feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo Young Buck & Kidd Kidd 06. Worldwide Feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo & Kidd Kidd 07. FREE Young Buck Freestyle 08. Dreams Feat. Kidd Kidd Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo 09. Mad Or Nah Feat. Young Buck Kidd Kidd & Tony Yayo 10. Set The Pick Feat. Lloyd Banks Kidd Kidd & Tony Yayo 11. Get Away Feat. Young Buck & Kidd Kidd 12. Phresher Wait A Minute Feat. 50 Cent
Usher releases another song from his upcoming album "Hard II Love."
Para conferir o som para download, entre na loja do iTunes, conforme consta no link da publicação original abaixo.
Last Friday, Usher blessed the streets by releasing two new songs, "Missin U" and "Champions." With his forthcoming album due out on September 16th, Usher returns today with another release, "Rivals" feat. Future.
The
new song comes in the form a music video, which is currently available
in its full form exclusively to TIDAL subscribers. For everyone else,
TIDAL shares a 30-second section of the video in which Usher
contemplatively rides through Atlanta. The song has the feeling of a
somber ballad, though it is quick-paced enough that it may soon gain
traction on the radio, if Usher releases it as a single.
Watch "Rivals" and pre-order Hard II Love on iTunes.
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin large, takin it light
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . .
NAS, NAS
[Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X)]
"Nas is like life or death.. I'm a rebel.. "
"My poetry's deep, I never fell.."
"Nas is like.. half man half amazing.."
"No doubt.."
[Nas]
"Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die
Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
[Chorus]
[Nas]
"Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof Hummer man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam'
I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet
Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now..