Black Beatles
By Rae Sremmurd
Black beatles in the city be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn’t receive ‘em
But you said you didn’t need them
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
Gettin' so cold I'm not blinkin'
What in the world was I thinkin'?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothing to explain
I’m a fuckin black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin John Lennon lenses like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screamin' "everybody's famous"
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling
She think she love me
I think she trollin'
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb', real life goals
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There’s so much money on the floor we buyin school clothes
Watch me break the money machine till her clothes fall
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I eurostep past a hater like I’m Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
My Chapos servin' yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
She's a good teaser, and we blowin' reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don't fuck with me, I'll break your heart, baby
D&G on me, I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I'm tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I'm rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I'm rich, I'm still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80’s
I've been blowin' OG Kush, I feel a lil' sedated
I can’t worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
Similes
When it says "Young bull livin' like an old geezer". It's saying that he lives his life now as if he was an old person. He likes living like he is old. What the author is getting at is that he wants you to know what he is like and what he does. It helps interpret the song because you know what to expect from him since he tells us how is and what he is like.
When it says"I eurostep past a hater like I’m Rondo". It's saying that he doesn't care about his haters so he goes passed him, not affecting him at all. What the author is getting at is that he wants you to know to that he is very confident and doesn't care about what people think of him. It helps interprets the song because most of lyrics are about how awesome he thinks he is. Its just example of why he thinks he so cool.
Brown, Khalif, "Black Beatles." SremmLife 2. EarDrummers Interscope,2016. Google Play Music. Google 2016,
https://play.google.com/music/preview/Txhciz2qan5ba7kvbav5gl35hom?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics. Accessed 6 Nov.2016.
Fork
By 2 Chainz
Mama, Mama!
(What? What?)
You get that money out my pants last night?
(Nah I didn't get no money out your pants
And quit yelling at me!)
Ain't nobody hollerin' at you!
I had a dream that rap wouldn't work
I woke up on the block
Had to hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr
Hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr
Hit it with the fork
Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
I got Medusa on my sneakers
My d*** up like "nice to meet ya"
100K for a feature, hundred K's at my leisure
Then we aim at your people
I be higher than a eagle
When I'm sipping on that codeine
Free my n**** Siegel
I am ridin' on a jet, headin' to that Costa
Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa
If I die tonight, you gon' see some flicks in Ghosta
I'm the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota
Man I'm running up that check, show you how I do it
I drink red b*****, I don't drink Red Bulls
Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some
I'm all that and then some
My trap house is my income, and it's booming!
I had a dream, rap wouldn't work
Woke up on the block
Hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr
Hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr
Hit it with the fork
Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me (2 Chainz!) It won't even fold
I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean
I gotta keep my kitchen clean
God bless me like I'm finna sneeze
Got to weigh me on a triple beam
D-boy in parenthesis
All gold in my Mr. T's
2 Chainz, two pinky rings
My trigger finger's like a lemon squeeze (baow!)
Climax! Make your main ho my side-chick
I'm so high, your whore get hijacked
And my vision is Pyrex
I do it big like a 5X
Killed they a** with the eyepatch
I got bad b***** on my side
I done f***** around and got sidetracked
My first night, I spent five stacks
Next night I forgot to count
I'm so hot, who gon' put the fire out?
I'm the fireman, I put fire out
Got a pole in my basement
Tipped your girl like Malaya now
Ridin' on these motherf****** until they blow my tires out
My wrist deserve a shout-out
I'm like "what up, wrist?"
My stove deserve a shout-out
I'm like "what up, stove?"
All this jewelry on then I'm out cold
So much money on me, it won't even fold!
I had a dream, rap wouldn't work
Woke up on the block
Hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr
Hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr
Hit it with the fork
Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
Metaphors
When it says "I be higher than a eagle". It's saying that he is comparing him to how high an eagle flies because his confidence is really high like an eagle flying. What the author is getting at is he wants you to know that he is a confident person. It helps interpret the song because you know when you read the song it's going to more bright side song rather than a sad one because he is confident and he won't talk about being negative.
When it says "Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some". It's saying that he is comparing wings to success because people are trying to help him be more successful be he already is. What the author is getting at is he wants you to know that he is so successful he needs no one to help him do anything. It helps interpret the song because you will know that through out the song he will be talking about how successful he is as a rapper.
Chance the rapper. "Fork". B.O.A.T.S. ony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, 2013. Google Play Music. Google 2016,
https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tz66cklpxkbnekfo3yddj5hoyb4?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics. Accessed 6 Nov. 2016.
Why You Always hatin
BY Yg
ll up in my face, you not from the clique
Give me space, we might rob your s***
Most hate it, baby they don't love the clique
I thought they love you when you make it
This some other s***, yeah
Yeah, yeah, this some other s***
Friends and business don't mix so I'm brotherless
Tryna get back close, hit 'em with the stiff
Gears I shift, make sure they feel the drift
Just copped the Benzo with the tint
You should know 'cause in every song I said this shit
Yeah, in every song I said this shit
I'm just, I'm just proud of my accomplishments
I'm a 4Hunnid n****, I don't care at all
Have her suck d***, lick the head and all
Heard you talkin' 'bout I'm real, I'm fraud
Your kids and broad, they straight, you shouldn't care at all
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Hunnid 4 times how it go down
Slaps on deck for the Oaktown
On mamas, man I did it with my own sound
And I got my own city that I hold down
Just admit it already
You got plans to do it, boy we did it already
Got a couple DMs I done slid in already
Gotta ask YG if he hit it already, yeah
I'm a star like Moesha's n****
Runnin' up the numbers like Ayesha's n****
Yeah, I be slidin', I be creepin', n****
Girls these days, they just don't know how to keep a n****
But I got it all handled
They try to box me in, I got my own angles, yeah
I'mma spend the summer gettin' to the cake
And I'mma wish a nigga would on every candle
I'm like
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
If you ain't know me, bet you know now
Drizzy came through with the verse for me both times
Bomp-town that's an automatic hold down
What's that? Ask no questions, just hold it down
Why you hatin' on the progress?
I'm a humble n****, I don't even pop s*** (What I do?)
I just drive the Maybach through the projects
And 'Still Brazy' ain't even drop yet
Hate from a distance, please don't try me
'Cause we'll turn it up on anybody
I see why they don't like me
Yellin' out 4Hunnid, they go too hyphy
I'm with the posse back at it, n****
That mean Kamaiyah goin' platinum, n****
That mean I got a Kindle in my mattress, n****
I got the Bity Back Brackin' n****
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Hyperboles
When it says "They try to box me in, I got my own angles". It's saying that he think is so powerful and successful that he gets his own angels. What the author is getting at is he wants us to know that he is so powerful he ca get some angels for himself. It helps interpret the song because you will expect him talk about how what he can do with his power.
When it says"I got my own city that I hold down". It's saying that he think is so rich he owns a city and he holds it down but he can’t literally hold it down. What the author is getting at is he wants us to know he is so really rich he can do a lot of things he wants. It helps interpret the song because you will expect what he does with all the money he has.
Drake."Why You Always Hatin?". Still Brazy. YG Recruits Drake &. Google Play Music. 2016. Google 2016,
https://play.google.com/music/preview/T44uxm2bdgh4tlc2ghpxyfp6jym?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-. Accessed 6 Nov.2016.
Basketball
By Gavin Giroux
Basketball is my favorite sport
Enjoying running fast up and down the court like an animal
Always on my feet
Till I hear the whistle go tweet tweet
Thankful for basketball
Even when I fall
I like jumping for a rebound like kangaroo
And watching the ball go through the net
Then seeing if your dreams come true
Basketball is the game I love
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