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Dax – Coronavirus (State of Emergency) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
The next week is going to be
Is going to be a 9/11 moment
It’s gonna be the hardest moment for many Americans in their entire life

[Verse]
This quarantine is got me feeling like I’m locked in a prison
I got coffins for these beats they better stay at a distance
Went to Costco for some tissue, they said two was the limit
I saw a granny try to grab ’em, I had to fight her to get it
Everybody turning animalistic
No supplies, no food, next the worlds going cannibalistic
Going crazy we all stuck on our phones
The quarantine Micaulay culkin’, this a movie we all home alone
We got Bills Mr. Gates
I wonder how the doctors feel
They gon’ have to go see doctor Phil or Mr. Gates
By the way, if you’ve ever talked behind my back that shits ok
I might get sick if you come say it to my face
This shits pandemic, certified crisis
I remember when corona was beer and not a man made virus
I remember getting sick wasn’t shit
Now we panic when we cough, sneeze, or feel like we got any type of sinus
What we do now?
Only option is to pray
If you don’t wanna be six feet under stay six away
Stay home, hide your kids, wash your hands, be safe
It’s like a greyhound bus and it’s stopping in every state
Ain’t it funny?
How them kids think it’s funny
And they wanna go and play on Spring Break
Stupid kids they gon’ sleep
In the bed that they made and then be mad
When them same springs that they have break, can’t escape
Shit is viral
I was on it way before it hit the news
This is man made, click baited, automated views
This is way more deadly than the flu
Way stronger than the devil, even he couldn’t empty the church pews
You a fool if you think it’s fake
On set symptoms after 14 days, until your lungs fail and you suffocate
Assisted respiration by a ventilate
Mass population declutiration a reason to eliminate
From Africa to Italy
Nigeria to Sicily
This virus 5G and has global connectivity
Thieving in the night as it creeps in your vicinity
And robs you of your basic motor function capabilities
So my task before the world panics and runs out of all the masks
Before discrimination of Asians becomes something we let pass
Forgetting that the problem stems from something we can’t grasp
Before you yell conspiracy
Before you tweet you at Donald like it’s really gonna fix the situation, but you have no validity
Before the stocks plummet
Before every industry realizes that’s it workers who slave actually run it
Before total lockdown and depression and anxiety
And long nights alone and no with contact with society
The riots, the tanks, 90 days of sobriety
And social validation off IG notoriety
Before you go crazy
Way before you choose the worst time in manking to have a unplanned baby
Just know
We’re all part of the remedy
We’re on the same team
And corona is the enemy

[Outro]
Stay home
Be Safe
And look out for check

Gucci Mane – Members Only

[Intro]
Honorable C-Note
Wizop

[Verse 1]
Fresher than a bitch
Hit the mall for the fit
And we fucking standing up
I’m standing tall in you bitch
I send them bullets at you nigga
I jump wall at you clique
When them shooters get them (pew pew)
Niggas calling the quits
Niggas running ducking falling and shit
Dont get involved with this shit
Because we all with this shit
Well I’m ballin’ I’m super lit
My net worth, I quadrupled it
This groupie chick so super thick
I might buy her new Louboutins
Ludacris, never sold dope I did it was lucrative
All these P’s, I’m cooking in
I never be broke again
I’ts a lot of yankees tryna live the life that Gucci live
They ain’t beat a murder charge or killed them folks that Gucci killed

[Hook]
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only yeah rich niggas only
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only yeah this for the homies

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on Peter street the box, that’s where my heater be
My car was shipped from Germany
My clothes was shipped from Italy
Niggas envious they ridicule and belittle me
I was too generous, now I have no sympathy
I just built a mansion, solid gold on my amenities
Holmes he not no street nigga get him out the vicinity
I just bought a Phantom and put wood on the extremities
Man that bitch ain’t bad enough get her out this facility
Wake up every morning grinding like I’m hungry
Homeless and lonely coz I really want it
Hold up Gucci Mane run them bands up
But fuck that, this a stick up put your hands up

[Hook]
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only, yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only, yeah this for the homies
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only, yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only, yeah this for the homies

Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments of Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top

Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross & Yummy Bingham)

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments of Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top

Russ – Prosper

[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say

[Verse 1]
Eating in Italy
Golfing in Glasgow
Swimming in Switzerland
Mr international
All off these rap flows
All off these chord progressions
All of these kicks, snares, melodies and tour investments
I put my own money up so no one tells me shit
I know what you about to say before you tell me it
You so predictable
I’m so in tune with it
I gotta folder with a lotta women’s nudes in it
I gotta Rolex
I gotta lotta chains
But none of that is worth as much as memories that I’ve gained
I’m flying PJ’s
50,000 each way
Live from the peach-state
I hit the sweepstakes
These days they all scream Russ
Some are screaming hate
Some are screaming love
Fuck it everytime you judge I get paid
That’s what my mom told me
I’ma cop the wheels of fortune cause you owe me
Pat sayjak shit, pat sayjak shit
Might get a maybach for maybach just to say that shit
I gave a million to the government
I pay taxes
Did I say government I meant the mob
I hate that shit
Legal extortion of half my fortune
Soon as the tour ends a portion of my racks like Nordstrom gets taxed
If that’s the cost of doing business dog I need loopholes
Luckily the money getting longer than manute bol
Sumo it’s time to put my foot down
Picked up the gin around the time I put the kush down
I still smoke a little but not without a shot in me
Connected to my higher self yeah that’s the god in me
I’m just tryna stay on top like an apostrophe
Bitch I’m tryna win fuck only being a nominee
I’m a one of one, Russ is an anomaly
Coming to your city and boosting its economy

[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say

[Bridge]
Just live your truth and do you
They hate honesty boo hoo
Just count up all your blessings
Big or small they’re still all blessings

[Verse 2]
Three accounts each over a milli
Rap game so crazy if I’m sober I’m silly
Yeah I drink, yeah I smoke
But that’s natural elixirs
You live like your future ain’t in the picture
I’m high up out in Malibu
The road to real wealth is always paved with different avenues
The difference in dividends
Is multiple businesses
I got end of year goals too big for Christmas lists
I’m dropping these jewels
I’m breaking the rules
I take your negativity and I use it as fuel
These rappers are food
Yeah I’m still hungry
I own apartment complexes that’s real money

[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say

Lil Durk – Goofy (feat. Jeezy & Future)

[Intro: Future]
Southside
Yeah, Super
Yeah, what we doin’?

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy
Switch up for some pussy you coochie (lean)
How you bad and boujee? (bitch)
No car, no house, lil’ bitch you goofy (goofy)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ in the coupe (in the coupe)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’, no groupies (no groupies)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ with goofies (lame)
Send his ass off he a goofy (pussy)
Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (goofy)
Fucked the bitch left her in the huncho (groupie)
Lamborghini price go skrt skrt
Young nigga caught a body got right out
In my neighborhood I’m like Tookie (6-0)
Set it off, uzi
Your jewelry gang, foofy (fake!)
You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Coupe from Italy though
I got two of them Rollies
That mean I’m goin’ to Boosie
All that dick ridin’, no lyin’
Don’t know if they’re gangstas or groupies
I can’t give a fuck ’bout these niggas
Def ain’t textin’ these hoes
Sleep with a million in cash
Them my relationship goals
I’m on the phone with a sheik
I’m tryna cop me some gems
I’m in the coupe with a mink
I’m ridin’ facto the rims
D.A. know who I am
Galore is I don’t give a damn
Open my top like a clam
Bentley as white as them grams

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

Lil Durk – Goofy (feat. Future & Jeezy)

[Intro: Future]
Southside
Yeah, Super
Yeah, what we doin’?

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy
Switch up for some pussy you coochie (lean)
How you bad and boujee? (bitch)
No car, no house, lil’ bitch you goofy (goofy)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ in the coupe (in the coupe)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’, no groupies (no groupies)
I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ with goofies (lame)
Send his ass off he a goofy (pussy)
Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (goofy)
Fucked the bitch left her in the huncho (groupie)
Lamborghini price go skrt skrt
Young nigga caught a body got right out
In my neighborhood I’m like Tookie (6-0)
Set it off, uzi
Your jewelry gang, fufi (fake!)
You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Coupe from Italy though
I got two of them Rollies
That mean I’m goin’ to Boosie
All that dick ridin’, no lyin’
Don’t know if they’re gangstas or groupies
I can’t give a fuck ’bout these niggas
Def ain’t textin’ these hoes
Sleep with a million in cash
Them my relationship goals
I’m on the phone with a sheik
I’m tryna cop me some gems
I’m in the coupe with a mink
I’m ridin’ facto the rims
D.A. know who I am
Galore is I don’t give a damn
Open my top like a clam
Bentley as white as them grams

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don’t fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don’t fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut ’em off ’cause you wasn’t gettin’ no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin’
Had to cut it off ’cause you wasn’t catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

Bing Crosby & Louis Armstrong – Now You Has Jazz lyrics

Dear gentlefolk of Newport
Or maybe I should
Say hats and cats

I want you to lend an ear
Because, well, I want you
To hear some really
Shimmering sharps and flats

For these cozy virtuosi
Just about the greatest
In the trade are fixing
To show you now precisely how
Or approximately
Jazz music is made

Well, you take some skins
Jazz begins
Then you take a bass
Man, now we’re
Getting someplace

Take a box
One that rocks
Take a blue horn
New Orleans born

You take a stick
With a lick
Take a bone
Ho ho, hold the phone

Take a spot
Cool and hot
Now you has jazz, jazz
Jazz, jazz, jazz

That’s positively theraputic
Now you has jazz, jazz, jazz

Masters Hall and Young
That’s Ed Hall
And Tommy Young

Now you has Masters
Kyle and Shaw
That’s Billy Kyle
Arvil Shaw

Now you has Mr. Barrett Deems
Listen to, well, you know who

Hey, Pops, you wanna grab
A little of what’s left here

Yeah, Daddy, yeah
Here we go

If you sail
(Sailing, sailing)
Over the sea
(Will you wait for me)
Take my tip, they’re all
Molto hip in Italy
(Well, Arrevederci)

(As for France)
Oh, I know you’re
Very big there
(Yes, believe it or not)
I do believe, I do indeed
(Frenchmen all prefer what
They call le jazz hot)

Take a plane
(Bobba doo zot)
Go to Siam in Bangkok
Today round the clock
Well, they all like to jam

Indians on the Amazon
Beat one bar and
All of them are
(Well, gone, man, gone)

From the Equator
Up to the Pole
Everybody winging
Everybody singing
That rock, rock, rock
Rock, rock and roll

From the East to the West
From the coast to the coast
Jazz is king cause jazz is
The thing folks dig

That’s jazz

Famous Dex – Play it Cool Lyrics

GSF

[Verse 1: Flexx Lugar]
Ay, babe my guns from Russia
Fucking yo bitch she love it
Come to my crib for comfort
Taking a trip out the country
Flying her way out to Sicily
Buying her Gucci in Italy
Bitch too tight it’s not fitting me
I don’t know what you been dealing with
I never been out to France, Balmain the pants, dope in the pants
I am not holding your hand
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta uh
I gotta run up the bands
Watch for the feds in the van
I think they know who I am

[Chorus: Flexx Lugar] x2
I’ma play it cool, you know what I do
I’ma break the rules, that ain’t nothing new
I’ma count these bands, Ima come through there
I’ma ice my hand, that ain’t nothing new

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
(what) I run through the money need more (ooh)
Baby girl love me everytime how she fuck me
My baby girl you know she a whore (she is)
I ran through the money I’m countin the bands (ooh)
The pint you know I just scored (I did)
AP 80K (it’s what?)
I fucked your bitch ya you late
Wait, bustin up right on her face (Dexter)
Bobbin nigga beat the case (the what?)
Getting money every day (huh), sippin lean to the face
I get the money I swear it’s no break (Dexter)
Pullin Lambo flex (go flex), Diamonds right up on my neck
Hold up, I get that lil pussy wet
I got that money I bought me a jet
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[Chorus: Flexx Lugar] x2
I’ma play it cool, you know what I do
I’ma break the rules, that ain’t nothing new
I’ma count these bands, Ima come through there
I’ma ice my hand, that ain’t nothing new

[Verse 3: Flexx Lugar]
You cannot hang in this area
Even though I was just fucking your girl
You could go head and go marry her
We do not stay at the Marriot
Trappin in Saudi Arabia
Diamonds they lookin so crazy, ya
I don’t know what I’ma say to ya
You should just stay out my radius
I just [?], flipping them 0s, fucking them hoes
I got some blood on my clothes
[?] that shot me a foe
I just be pourin a four
Then I be poppin a xan
While I be poppin my bands, damn

[Chorus: Flexx Lugar] x2
I’ma play it cool, you know what I do
I’ma break the rules, that ain’t nothing new
I’ma count these bands, Ima come through there
I’ma ice my hand, that ain’t nothing new

Musicals – Chess – Chess Game #1 lyrics

Walter: [Spoken]
There has been a sensational development in the
Very first fame of the World Chess Championship
Here is the snow-covered Tyrolean town of Merano,
Italy.

The board and pieces have been thrown to the ground
In disgust by one or the other or both of the players.
The world champion Freddie Trumper has stormed out
In a rage. It looks personal.

Trumper has demanded that Sergievsky apologize for
Making him walk out. Unless someone bangs their heads
Together, the championship could be abandoned after just
One game.

Walter de Courcy for Global Television.

Musicals – Chess – The Story Of Chess lyrics

The Arbiter:
Each game of chess
Means there’s one less
Variation left to be played.

Each day got through
Means one or two
Less mistakes remain to be made.

Soloists 1 & 2:
Not much is known
Of early days of chess
Beyond a fairly vague report–

Soloist 3:
That fifteen hundred years ago
Two princes fought,
Tough brothers,
For a Hindu throne.

Soloist 4:
The mother cried,
For no one really likes
Their offspring fighting
To the death.
She begged to stop
The slaughter
With her every breath.

Soloist 5:
But sure enough
One brother died.

Soloists 4 & 6:
Sad beyond belief,
She told her winning son,

Soloist 6:
“You have caused such grief
I can’t forgive
This evil thing you’ve done.”

Soloist 3 & 7:
He tried to explain
How things had really been.

Soloist 7:
But he tried in vain,
No words of his
Could mollify the queen.

Soloist 8:
And so he asked
The wisest men he knew
The way to lessen her distress.

The Arbiter:
They told him he’d be
Pretty certain to impress
By using model soldiers
On a checkered board
To show it was his brother’s fault–

All:
They thus invented chess

Male Soloists:
Chess displayed no inertia,
Soon spread to Persia,
Then west.

Female Soloists:
Next the Arabs refined it,
Thus redesigned, it
Progressed.

Soloist 9:
Still further yet,
And when Constantinople
Fell in 1453,
One would have noticed
Every other refugee
Included in his bags a set.

Soloist 10:
Once in the hands,
And in the minds
Of leading figures
Of the Renaissance–

Soloist 2:
The spirit and the speed
Of chess made swift advance
Through all of Europe’s vital lands.

Female Soloists: Male Soloists:
Where we must record Each game of chess,
The game was further changed– Means there’s one less
Right across the board Variation left to be played.
The western touch
Upon the pieces ranged.

Soloists:
King, and queen, and rook,
And bishop, knight, and pawn
All took on the look
We know today–
The modern game was born.

The Arbiter:
And in the end,
We see a game
That started by mistake
In Hindustan–
And boosted in the main
By what is now Iran–
Become the simplest,
And most complicated
Pleasure yet devised
For just the kind of mind
Who would appriciate this
Well-researched, and fascinating
Yarn.

[Spoken]
The World Chess Federation, of which I have the honor
Of being president, announces that the next world championship
Will take place here in Merano, Italy.

The current world champion Frederick Trumper of the United
States of America will defend his title again Anatoly Sergievsky
Of the Soviet Union.

The first player to achieve six victories will be declared
Champion. The first game will begin on March 27, 1979.

Welcome, world, to Merano!

Young Dolph – I Pray For My Enemies (Bulletproof Album)

[Intro]
Hail Father, which are in Heaven
Real street niggas appreciate each and every blessin’
Give us this day our daily bread
One time for all the homies in the feds
Forgive those that hate, for did they not know that [?] was a disease
Yeah
Zaytoven
It’s Dolph

[Chorus]
I’m drankin’ lean and she drinkin’ Hennessy (uh-huh)
Boujee bitch with pornstar tendencies (my favorite kind)
I put her on a plane to come and visit me (yeah)
Got time for her to go back, she don’t wanna leave (she gotta go back)
Already know my haters sick of me (hey)
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies (ooh)
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies (ooh)
Trap nigga I came up ’bout sellin’ P’s (yeah, yeah)

[Bridge]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, kill em

[Verse 1]
I just left the trap, pulled up at her house (trap, skrrt)
Now she in my lap, no panties under blouse (ooh, woah)
She say, "Hol’ up," she want me watch her make it clap (clap)
She used to have a nigga she met me and put him out (it’s Dolph)
You see a real trap nigga, bitch, point him out (point him out)
I saw my first 100 pounds of weed and said, "Wow" (wow)
A 100 mill in ten years, now I’m thinkin’ right now
The last three years, my main dawg been on the run (damn)
My lil’ nigga right here with me, he just made bond (ayy)
She used to hold my palm, yes ,she my day one (my sack, yeah)
And she fuck me good ever since day one (hey)

[Chorus]
I’m drankin’ lean and she drinkin’ Hennessy (uh-huh)
Boujee bitch with pornstar tendencies (my favorite kind)
I put her on a plane to come and visit me (yeah)
Got time for her to go back, she don’t wanna leave (she gotta go back)
Already know my haters sick of me (hey)
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies (ooh)
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies (ooh)
Trap nigga I came up ’bout sellin’ P’s (yeah, yeah)

[Bridge]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 2]
I pray for my opps, my diamonds hopscotch (opps, jumpin’)
I feel like I’m in the movie Belly and I’m Ox (Ox)
Just pulled up at the spot, now look what I just got (wet, hey)
I wake up in the morning and go buy my young nigga a drop (it’s Dolph)
R.I.P. J Money, free all my niggas on lock (yeah)
They tried to do me like they did Kennedy (damn)
I ain’t mad at cha, I pray for my enemies (I ain’t mad at cha)
I learned how to weigh up dope, takin’ chemistry (hey, hey)
2017 Dolph made history (it’s Dolph)
All this fucking swag on me came from Italy (it’s Dolph)
I been doin’ this shit y’all niggas remember me (woo, ha, hey)

[Chorus]
I’m drankin’ lean and she drinkin’ Hennessy (uh-huh)
Boujee bitch with pornstar tendencies (my favorite kind)
I put her on a plane to come and visit me (yeah)
Got time for her to go back, she don’t wanna leave (she gotta go back)
Already know my haters sick of me (hey)
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies (ooh)
Real nigga, I pray for my enemies (ooh)
Trap nigga I came up ’bout sellin’ P’s (yeah, yeah)