Check one, check two, lets take a cruise
I done did the game every which way but loose
Nothing left to do except collect my cash
And I bet that ass that the Mex gon’ last
Put the past on paper, threw away my pager
Cuz these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved em from the hate, now I’m hard with the pain
I’m in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape
I break records in Texas creepin in Caddies and Benzes
And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender
I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper
I might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle
I ain’t trippin, flippin, sippin on purple Lipton
Diggin women in the drop lemon, g livin
I was driven to my last nerve, hittin curbs
Puttin twenties on a grass hurst
End of verse

[Chorus x2]
No shame
Welcome to the dope game
This is were we don’t play
Leave your boys with no brains
Whoridas

I remember long ago I never got no love
Still I knew that one day I’d be popular
I used to stand in the circle trying to smoke your bud
Just hopin that the blunt wouldn’t pass me up
I used to ask for a sip of your syrup
I used to never walk around with the white cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates
Girls fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the southwest
I ain’t got no credit cards except Mexican Express
I’ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn world
If you needs tracks Happy P got my referal
Your head twirl to the sounds of the SP Mex
Ridin in the Lex with a dog named Plex
Southside to the north, at the old golf course
The valet the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors

[Chorus x2]

It’s the L-O-S C-O-Y
Pack the pistola, oh me oh my
My nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb
For breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyon
I’ve come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin, dope dealin, killin nothin but squeels
My third wish was to break this curse and myth
Now I’m worldwide status on your satilite dish
Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and never been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the Grouch
From the streets, pullin rocks out my kangaroo pouch
But I told these boys, never at my house
Whether it’s the ounce that puts leather on my couch
A thousand dollars a week, my baby girl’s allowance
Dope House bouncin cash to my forgein accounts

[Chorus x2]

Marianne Faithfull – The Pleasure Song lyrics 

I got so much love
So much more
So much more love to give.
I got so much more
So much love
So much more love left to give.

So much pleasure draws me like I never saw.
I have never seen you look like this before.

I got so many lives
So many more
So many more lives to live
I got so much love
So much love
So much more love left to give.

So much pleasure draws me like I never saw.
I have never seen you look like this before.

Are you with me or without me ?
Are you with me here or am I alone ?

I got somewhere
Somewhere to be
Somewhere to be with you.
There is somewhere
Somewhere to be
Somewhere for me and you.

So much pleasure draws me like I never saw.
I have never seen you look like this before.

Are you with me or without me ?
Are you with me now or am I alone ?
Can you see me I can see you
Please be with me here so I’m not alone.

So much more to know
Didn’t want to go
So much more to know
Didn’t want to go
So much more to go
Didn’t want to go
So much more to know
Didn’t want to go

So much more to know
So much more to go
So much more to know

If I was a simple man,
Would we still walk hand in hand?
If I suddenly went blind,
Would you still look in my eyes?
What happens when I grow old?
And all my stories have been told?
Will your heart still race for me?
Or will it march to a new beat?
If I was a simple man

If I was a simple man,
I’d own no home, I’d own no land
Would you still stand by my side?
And would our flame still burn so bright?

Sometimes I wonder why,
I’m so full of these endless rhymes
About the way I feel inside
I wish I could just get it right

If I was a simple man
And I could make you understand
There’d be no reason to think twice
You’d be my sun; you’d be my light
If I was a simple man…
If I was a simple man…

Sometimes I wonder why
I’m so full of these endless rhymes
About the way I feel inside
I wish…
Sometimes…

 Genre: Hip-Hop

K’Naan (Keynaan) means traveller in Somali. He’s a poet and Hip-Hop artist from Somalia – from the Hawiya clan. He was born in Mogadishu. He’s has amazing music, style and morals as well as a voice different from any other artist at this time.
K’Naan hooked up with Jarvis Church (Track and Feild Productions) who has also worked with Nelly Furtado – and this friendship produced an album called “The Dusty Foot Philosopher”.

K’Naan – I Was Stabbed By Satan

I am personally a HUGE fan of K’Naans!

Although his discography only consists of one album (The Dusty Foot Philosopher), the album is phenominal – packed back to back with amazing, strong, politically challenging, and unique songs.

He’s performed with artists such as Mos Def and Damian Marley, and many other talented musiciains.

K’Naan – Smile

Yeah, Yeah, it’s me, strugglin.

Verse1: I start out, just to vibe out, I ain’t about
to bow out, I’m more gangsta than you are but I ain’t
about the raw raw, my season will come, it has to,
honestly I feel like I’m ten months pregnant or
something, I’m passed due, sincerely I’m touchy these
days I can’t take nothing, I’m tryna treat my record
like the law shit I’m dying to break something, and
mostly, I’m up and stressin, when other folks sleep,
believe me, I know struggle, and struggle knows me, my
life owes me, like an overdose I’m slowly, drifting in
the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me, and
nothing else’s close to me, more than pain
unfortunately, like a self fulfilling prophecy, I’m
supposed to be.

Chorus: Strugglin, and it’s trouble in, in this
circumstance I’m dwelling in I find myself in the
corner huddling, with some angry men, and I gotta
settle shit again before they gotta kill again, I’m
strugglin, and it’s troublin, in this circumstance
I’m dwelling in I find myself in the corner huddling,
with some angry men, and I gotta settle shit again
before they gotta kill again.

Verse2: I should be chillin on beaches, instead my
bone freezes, ducking glocks and I walks, well, like
Jesus, the realest thing for me is, since I was a
fetus, the only break I ever got, was at recess, so
legitimately, I remain very little relieved, and at
thug rappers, I remain very little intrigued, and can
you blame me, look how we lived in the late eighties,
throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and when we’d play
these, crazy game, the whole crew had crazy names, we
even had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs, but my
faith remains, untouched and unchanged, still in my
block you hear more shots than a gun range, I’m…

Chorus: Strugglin, and it’s trouble in, in this
circumstance I’m dwelling in I find myself in the
corner huddling, with some angry men, and I gotta
settle shit again before they gotta kill again, I’m
strugglin, and it’s trouble in, in this circumstance
I’m dwelling in I find myself in the corner huddling,
with some angry men, and I gotta settle shit again
before they gotta kill again.

Verse3: Aight aight, more to the truth, no writing
just record me at the booth, forced by the loop and
the guitar but I’m the boss of the groove, I speak
truth my deep roots remain in equal danger, the pain
on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger, hey
man, I’m from the hardest heartless projects, dear
departed I’m now known as a recording artist, spilling
what little remains of your memories in the process,
bitter a little, but making your names in to a
colossus, believe me, I’m thankful my brother is still
with me, and ain’t much changed Bobby is still
troubling Whitney, and Bush is still bombing poor
people yo he’s deadly, and me I got a little recording
gig but evidently, I’m….

Chorus…

this is the story about a circle of women
LA women
on an LA mission
this is the glory gonna get their hooks in gonna drag you way down
do ya wanna go home soon?
yeah god almighty what the fuck happened to you?
i’m not red, white, and blue
outta mind your outta sight
every day and all night
i watch your pale ass on that street, i watch you walk on through

then she went glassy a sawn-off tragedy
a deliverence in the city, a new beginning
power and glory in the name of the enemy
you sell your restless casualty for power and glory

yeah god almighty what the fuck happened to you
I’m not red white and blue
outta mind your outta sight
every day and all night
i watch your pale ass on that street
why’d you you walk on through

hey, yeah yeah yeah, no hey, yeah, hey, yeah yeah yeah, baby

do i miss you, do i miss you?
miss you at all
do i miss you, do i miss you?
i dont miss you at all
and i say god almighty what the fuck happened to you
I’m not red white and blue
outta mind your outta sight
every day and all night
i watch your pale ass on that street
why’d you you walk on through this hate, why’d you you walk on through

hey, yeah yeah yeah, no hey, yeah, hey

Oh I do believe
In all the things you say
What comes is better than what came before

And youd better come come, come come to me
Better come come, come come to me
Better run, run run, run run to me
Better come

Oh I do believe
In all the things you say
What comes is better that what came before

And youd better run run, run run to me
Better run, run run, run run to me
Better come, come come, come come to me
Youd better run

Baby don’t cry no more, wasting tears
running at your door
Baby don’t cry no more, wasting tears
running at your door (Repeat)
Oh unno watch yah
Woman say she look good inna clothes
Weh she disclose
Caan tek the man dem weh a sleep an a dose
Say she good inna her clothes weh she disclose
She no inna nuttin with no funky pose
She good inna her clothes weh she disclose
Can’t tek di bwoy dem weh a oonk an a dose
Good inna her clothes weh she disclose
Hey hear wha di girl tell mi say oh, oh
She nuh inna nuttin with no funky pose
She nuh inna nuttin with no sucking a no toes
She nuh inna nuttin with no head unda clothes
No sucky sucky she say no blow blows
She nuh want nuh man fi gi nuh bun unda nose
An mek she peel an she a weal all the shirt an di trouse
Bedroom bully only pose dem a pose
She come check the lion fi di jungle code
Say she want the water from the lion hose
Brighten her memory an freshen up her rose
Dem yah kind a water kip her pon di road
She draw fi the prophet wid the golden sword
Woman say she good inna har, good inna har yeah ‘a yaaaaa again
Hey a whaa happen again (Yow)
Di bwoy go treat har like harlot and treat har like whore
Never yet him ever carry har pon tour
All a tell the woman fi bruk out like sore
That’s why the woman come check mi next door
Started to strip before she reach a mi door
Whisper inna mi ears and say the bwoy can’t bore
She say she want it pon the bed an want it pon the floor
And she want the one two and she want the three score
When mi give har the trinity she ask out fi four
Tell mi a di prophet she want fi exploreeeee hey ha, hey ha
Onnu see it a judgment again weh she tell mi say (yow)

Onnu watch ya yow, yow, yow, yow
A yu nuh cry cry baby yuh nuh moon shine darling
An nuh mek dem treat yuh like nuh long neck garling
Dem nuh want yuh fi stand dem want yuh fi falling
After yuh nuh fish fi dem nyam yuh like marlin
Ling time mi a tell dem an dem neva tek the warning
Dis King Selassie watch the whole a dem falling
Emperor Selassie watch the blessing wah mi bring
Baby don’t baby don’t yow yow yow yow

 Genre: Reggae

His father Bob Marley had many children – he is the youngest son that I know of.  Although he’s the youngest son of Bob Marley – theres a good chance he’s sold more albums worldwide than most of his siblings. Probably one of his most popular songs is – ‘Welcome to Jamrock’

Damian ‘Junior Gong’ Marley – Welcome to Jamrock

His discography consists of ;
Welcome to Jamrock (2005)
Road to Zion (2005)
Halfway Tree (2001)
Mr. Marley (1996)

My personal favorite song by this artist is one that feature Bobby Brown called ‘Beautiful’.

Damian ‘Junior Gong’ Marley feat. Bobby Brown – Beautiful

Although his father and a couple of this brothers as well sang very soulful music about ending slavery, racism and many other very controversal important themes – Damian Marley seems to be heading down a much different path. With songs like ‘Beautiful’ and ‘Welcome to Jamrock’ (above) his music tends to represent a much more modernly materialist point of view.

>>Damian ‘Junior Gong’ Marley’s Website<<