Put Your Records On - Corinne Bailey Rae

I ain't seen you in a while Damn girl, it's been a long time I ain't seen you in a while But you're looking real good, I'm digging your style I ain't seen you in a while Damn girl, it's been a long time I ain't seen you in a while But you're looking real good, I'm digging your style Soon as the jet touched down Knew I had to see what's up Been a while since I been back round And you're all on my mind, showing love So meet me at 1:13 Shit, you might not recognise me Dripping in these diamonds And wrapped all in this Gucci I know we don't speak But you're still on my feed Every time that you post And I'm liking what I see It's been a while but I'm still like before Only thing that's been changed Is my money and my clothes Boy, let me put you on, show you my glow up I wanna see your face, you should come pull up Oh, let me put you on, I want something more Maybe this time you're what I'm looking for Do you remember way back in the 212? You were all with your boo Even though I had a man Deep down, I always knew That between us there was something That I could not explain But I guess I was just too young then 'Cause now I know what it means I know we don't speak But you're still on my feed Every time that you post And I'm liking what I see It's been a while but I'm still like before Only thing that's been changed Is my money and my clothes Boy, let me put you on, show you my glow up I wanna see your face, you should come pull up Oh, let me put you on, I want something more And maybe this time you're what I'm looking for From LE.S way to uptown My Dominicani guy he know the way I get down See I'm the big bass, long dreads, big braids On my way to you, Bedstuy, J train Riding L-I-TT 'cos you rep Long Island Shout out Big Diss, My Muslim brother in Harlem Took me to the fifth spot Where I begged for your pardon And I gave you my number And I'm glad that you called it Boy, let me put you on, show you my glow up I wanna see your face, you should come pull up Oh, let me put you on, I want something more And maybe this time you're what I'm looking for

(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go "Boom, boom" and yo' guns go "pow pow" I'm known to have a hottie open I keep the shotty smokin' Front, and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi I run with sturdy cliques I'm never hittin' dirty chicks Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36 Step to this, you're good as gone Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on So put it on, Big L, put it on! Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on! Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on! Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on! Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty Got more cash than Gotti (You don't know?) You better ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins And get ends and commit sins with sick friends 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss I'm leavin' competitors pissed To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on! C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on! Put it on, Big L! Put it on, represent! Put it on, c'mon, put it on! Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke You gwan dead from a me you provoke I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair Big L is the villain you still fear 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here If you battle L, you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread You can't kill me, I was born dead And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone So put it on, Big L, put it on! C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on! Big L, you gotta put it on and on! Put it on, Big L put it on ond on! Word up, knahmsayin? My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean? It's the Kid Capri, in full flair And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this Big L, c'mon! Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on) My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on) My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on) Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on) I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on) The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on) And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on) The whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on) And I'm out

Oh, lookie here fellas Take it from your Uncle Bootsy Ain't no shame beggin' in the rain Tell her how you really feel Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh I could pretend when I'm out with my friends I ain't thinkin' about you I could pretend like I ain't in my feelings But that ain't true, nah (nah) When I called you out your name That was my ego, my pride and pain I should be a movie star The way I play the part Like everything's okay Oh, now I try to be the life of the party All night, buying shots for everybody But it's all just an act (yeah) And I can't have you back (yeah) Without you runnin', going crazy Tryna put on a smile (put on a smile) Tryna fight these tears from cryin' But Lord knows I'm dyin', dyin' Tryna put on a smile, smile (put on a smile) Ooh, out here smilin' like a fool When the only thing worth smilin' for Baby girl, the only thing worth smilin' for was You, you, you You, you, you, you, you You If I could turn back the hands on my Rollie, you know I would I would've spent all my time makin' sure that my baby good I'm tryin' hard to hide the shame I know I'm playin' a dangerous game But since you been gone, I ain't been the same There's only so much a man can fake Oh, I'm not tryna be the life of the party All night, buying shots for everybody But it's all just an act (yeah) And I can't have you back (yeah) Without you, I've been goin' crazy Tryna put on a smile (put on a smile) Tryna fight these tears from cryin' But Lord knows I'm dyin', dyin' Tryna put on a smile (put on a smile), baby Out here smilin' like a fool When the only thing worth smilin' for Baby, you're the only thing worth smilin' for When the only thing worth smilin' for Baby, you're the only thing worth smilin' for was You, you, you I'm tryna put on a smile (put on a smile) Oh-oh-oh, tryna fight these tears from cryin' But Lord knows I'm dyin' (put on a smile) I'm smilin' like a fool When the only thing worth smilin' for Baby, you're the only thing worth smilin' for When the only thing worth smilin' for Oh, the only thing worth smilin' for was You, you, you You, you, you, you, you

Clap your hands Put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands This is for thousands of people who came A show from road to road, you're entertained I don't even have to say my name 'Cause when the place is ripped in half, I'm to blame Masses of posses packed up schemin' Ladies, lovely and keep on screamin' Go, Rakim, go Rakim, go It won't be long, then it's on with the show I'm late, so hit the brakes and park the Benzito Double oh seven, incognito Sneak in the back door, lookin' for the stage When I get o,n you react in a rage People from side to side and front to back Won't dance, if the MC's wack The crowd go psycho even if I don't move Some like the groove 'cause I'm so smooth Then somethin happens, feet start tappin' You can't hold back when Rakim's rappin' The man you've been waitin for, rougher than ever Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands I create 'em, take 'em, shake 'em, then make em clap to this Most of you rappers, can't even rap to this I made it faster, you tried to master Syncopated styles, words flowin after Measures of metaphor definitions of more than one Take it both ways, I'll be here when you're done Remember as the rhyme goes on it's rougher Soon as I stop, you had enough of Followin' footsteps, you better turn back soon Sucker MC's suck rhymes like vacuums The style remains the same, the words is changed Bitten, rewritten, recited, and rearranged Sing along if your tongue is strong, it gets sore Sing when I'm gone and it'll break your jaw Wisdom flows so swift, I'm Asiatic Is it a gift, or automatic? Static, I don't cling I got a tip of my own, and I don't sing Don't understand, here's an example And why MC's and DJ's sample 'Cause we don't have a band, it's just my voice and his hands That's what hip-hop was, it still stands The records we use are from mom's and pop's collection Find a break from a dope selection And go to the store, then buy one more So my DJ can mix cause that's what his hands are for Years later, hip-hop got contracts The chance to put actual facts on wax A mind's the coach, the physical form's the team The top's the destination, I'm the cream And still I rise with somethin pumpin and somethin clever Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your, clap your Clap em, clap em Clap your hands Now who's the man with the masterplan? With stacks of verbal attacks so clap your hands Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints Students influenced are now a nuisance You couldn't fight it, you had to clap to this You got excited, you almost snapped your wrist The rhymes was written for the crowd's enjoyment When I'm with this you can't toy with The def jam juicer rough rhyme producer Loads of lyrics get you loose, then looser The man so smooth and world so rough Eric is throwin', and sewin', rippin', restitchin' the cuts Microphone your majesty, no one's bad as me Seems the tragedy, Rakim had to be Thinkin' of some def view of a video Visions are vicious, and I'll let the city know Whoever's frontin they know, nothin to say though So lay low, musical forms are kickin' like Kato Don't get near it, hard as you ever hear it I know it's fearified, but don't fear it And try to predict which rhyme you can kick You're quick to pick your best, for the mic is lit Instead of goin with the flow like you're supposed to go And enjoy the show and yo, put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع