1. Not Promised Tomorrow
Youth never learns the truth about life.
All they see is money, īhos, a lot of hype.
I can tell you things that are wrong and some are right,
but I have a view of a different type.
I seen him come up on the block slang the rocks for the cops,
and my motherīs overworked and my popīs gone berserk.
She puts on teeny weeny skirts for the money, that ainīt funny.
I got to stay alive do what I do to survive!
If I close my eyes will I rise?
If I donīt that wonīt be no surprise.
I live my life like my last.
Learned many lessons but I have to laugh.
Because your not...
...Promised...
...Tomorrow!
Because your not...
...Promised...
...Tomorrow!
Because your not...
...Promised...
...Tomorrow!
Because your not...
...Donīt live for today.
One life to live full of stress and strife.
Obstacles of chaos any time, many kind.
I can tell you things that are wrong and some are right,
but I have a view of a different type.
I seen him grow up kinda wild, a spoiled child living foul
and heīs fed a silver spoon, and he still acts like a goon.
I donīt understand it son.
Why must you carry a gun?
For the fun and the fame, pulling triggers ainīt no game.
If I close my eyes will I rise?
If I donīt that wonīt be no surprise.
I live my life like my last.
Learned many lessons but I have to laugh.
Because your not...
...Promised...
...Tomorrow!
Because your not...
...Promised...
...Tomorrow!
Because your not...
...Promised...
...Tomorrow!
Because your not...
...Donīt live for today.
Fuck the dumb ditty dumb able bodies being bums.
People always talking shit, get yours if itīs not legit.
How you think the rich got rich?
Cry and bitch and pitch a fit.
I say mind over matter and your pockets will be phatter!!!
If I close my eyes will I rise?
If I donīt that wonīt be no surprise.
I live my life like my last.
Learned many lessons but I have to laugh.
Because your not...
...Promised...
...Tomorrow!
Because your not...
...Promised...
...Tomorrow!
Because your not...
...Promised...
...Tomorrow!
Because your not...
...Live my life like my last.
Because your not...
2. Snappinī Necks
Itīs not about being real, but being smart.
I guess you do anything to top the charts.
You donīt write shit, not even a lick.
You got the nerve to get mad when people
pick on your lack of skills that pay your bills.
You better wake up motherfucker you know the deal.
All copyrights goto those who write, but all you can do
is mimic to the bright lights.
You get hip, you know the rules.
You better learn how to do something you damn fool.
Instead of trying to be down everybody around you need
to originate your own damn sound.
Our opinionated facts yeh we had ta...
The mojo snappinī necksssss!!!
The mojo snappinī necksssss!!!
Snap of the neck
Snap of the neck
Snap of the neck
The mojo had to wreck!
No sellout!!!
I thought was the pledge.
It looks like other artists have shed the true to see more green,
but they fail to realize that they are breeding more GREED,
a pussy motherfucker punks out at the first chance fake prestige and clout.
The P.O.P. artist sham we do give a damn.
Itīs time a new voice took the stand.
Weak ass suckers on the scene always get the big bright lights and all the gleam.
They won two Grammyīs in your dream then you woke up to find out
it was just a scheme. $$$$$$
Our opinionated facts yeh we had ta...
The mojo snappinī necksssss!!!
The mojo snappinī necksssss!!!
Snap of the neck
Snap of the neck
Snap of the neck
The mojo had to wreck!
The mojo snappinī
The mojo snappinī
Snap of the neck
Snap of the neck
Snap of the neck
Snap of the neck
Snap of the neck
Snap of the neck!!!
3. F.O.D.
Fuck yīall who thought we were taking a fall you made the call, but we didnīt drop the ball.
Took drastic measures time to get the look of the trade, sick of the cry baby serenade.
What you say?
Come out and plaīay
You know that ass will slaīay.
īNuff respect given to the Mojo.
If you donīt wanna give it, then weīll take it hoī.
Originality get off the dick and all you jealous bands keep talking shit.
Back stabbers, ainīt no friend of mine.
Cross the line.
You know that ass will be mine.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
New sound Atlanta shaking you up like Fanta.
Pop goes your top īcause weīre getting real hot.
Two crackers and two niggers who ainīt scared to pull the trigger.
Those who dissinī us can get the middle finger.
Mad as hell with a rebel yell.
You suckers sold us out īcause your soulīs were for sale.
We walk the walk and talk the talk,
itīs not our fault that your ass fell of!!!!!!!!!!!
Originality get off the dick and all you jealous bands keep talking shit.
Back stabbers, ainīt no friend of mine.
Cross the line.
You know that ass will be mine.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
Suckers wanna battle, but they donīt know how, just another reason why my attitudeīs foul.
You had enough, youīre calling my bluff.
Well step into my zone and see if youīre rough enough.
BOOM BAM bands getting (spit).
You got to get rid of the flam.
Monkey see, monkey do.
Punk, youīre fucking with the four piece of doom, four piece of doom,
four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.
4. The Beginning Of The End
The beginning of the end of a new terror, a new era.
A diligent force, setting the course to be a number 1 rap source.
The beats are hype, the rhymes are nice, no better than nice, theyīre cold as ice.
My rap style, many variations.
Causing emcees to go on vacation and find a new occupation,
like leading the nation, an innovation.
Youīll chant Stuck Mojo.
Yeah dis us boy, to hype our popularity, show clarity.
If you decide to dis, understand we canīt do this shit for kicks.
Itīs our business just like any other, and youīll discover old time brothers,
at the top stagnating, while others are waiting and debating.
If they should waking, step on toes, youīll gain automatic foes,
but youīll always find those who oppose!!
The be...
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The beginning of the end
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The the the be...
The beginning of the end
The beginning of the end, my friend.
I grin when the DJ starts to spin.
I look to the left, then to my right, my man kicks the beats, we start to recite.
DooDooraffic lyrics get the crowd into hysterics.
Donīt pay no mind to the so-called critics, so check it, the B E A T,
yeah thatīs what hypes me.
Yo not a pipe dream, so donīt entice me with pretty schemes against the team.
Weīre a new voice thatīs on the scene.
Commercial rap, I will not adapt to, it looks like your other rapper wants to.
Youīre gaining success, but youīre losing respect.
Microphone comedians, I do detest.
Ridiculous is your sound and your thought patterns.
Youīre screwed up homeboys what happened?
Trying to change your style be versatile?
Sounding like a child, your efforts are futile.
Itīs like you took a gun and blew out your brains.
Seems like real rap began to be a strain.
The be...
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The beginning of the end
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The beginning of the End
The beginning of the end, yeah itīs over.
To have some luck you need a four leaf clover, like Rover.
You might as well move over son, īcause the Mojo has got your ass on the run.
I pull my mic to soothe my appetite.
I eat up a sucker just for spite, spit and sputter.
Naw, I never stutter.
Pull off the cover on your camera shutter.
Click, did you get a good shot?
Now youīre soon to see the Mojo in a record shop.
The beginning of a new day dawning and an end to those we keep yawning to.
We call them all ruddy pot crews, bitching and crying the hip hop blues.
As we cruise, the others gonna lose.
You know the rules, so donīt say itīs cruel.
Survival of the fittest, and weīre in it to win, and if you think
weīre punking out you might as well forget it.
You got it?
You read about it in the paper.
How the Mojo has solved the caper.
Hollow ass followers, that caught the vapors.
Whishy wash brothers on their way out the door they took upon themselves,
they tried to explore, but they fell off!!!!!
The be...
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The beginning of the end
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The beginning of the end
5. Cake
Never liked Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose.
Listen to the old school to get loose.
Donīt write simple riddles to make you giggle, came to throw
down make your ass wiggle.
As Sir Nose, he said heīll never swim, but he got Stuck in the Mojo
deep end enough that back to the track to let you know where the mind is at...
Power, yeh we want it all, īhos, might cause your downfall.
Friends, we donīt have many, enemies plenty.
Suckers, stay out of our way.
Why?, Because you might get played.
#1 weīre second to none weīre not gonna stop ītil the mission is done...
Canīt have my cake and eat it too?
Well who are you to judge the Mojo Crew?
Sick of the pie in the sky and weīre gonna let you know the reason why.
Bread and water will make the average brother weak.
I wanna eat cake so let the big dog eat.
Kind of clever donīt need a DJ to pull my goddamn lever.
In a live funky ass band itīs not a dis, can you understand?
Fifth monkey of the kit but you suckers wanna pitch a fit.
Bust and cuss in disgust just because we want whatīs best for us.
Crackers, niggas all the same.
Money, is the name of the game.
Souls, are always sold for the promise of foolīs gold.
C.Y.A., Cover Your Ass.
Uncle Sam is gonna fuck you fast.
Non stop weīre going to the top, weīre getting
props like crooked cops!!!
Canīt have my cake and eat it too?
Well who are you to judge the Mojo Crew?
Sick of the pie in the sky and weīre gonna let you know the reason why.
Bread and water will make the average brother weak,
I wanna eat cake and let the big dog eat.
That religion will make the brother weak,
I wanna eat cake so let the big dog eat.
Government cheese will make a brother weak,
I wanna eat cake and let the big dog eat.
Beinī broke ainīt no joke,
I wanna eat cake and let the big dog...
CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
6. 2 Minutes Of Death
Aggressive, my style versitile.
Youīre best to hear the Mojo growl.
Coming up behind with a bat, "crack" from a Mr. Payne attack.
Dazed and confused, what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun.
Shit, youīre being kicked by Richie Rich.
Stunned and bleeding, youīre looking sad, well you pressed your luck.
What the fuck?
Stuck now, your ass in a rut.
Fowler warned ya, then he had to storm ya.
On that ass like heat in Arizona, you weak motherfuckers better move,
or catch on from the Four Peice of Doom.
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Mojoīs in the house and ya might get hurt.
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Mojoīs in the house and ya might get hurt.
Feel my aggression!
Yo, Brand X, its time for wreck for respect.
Thatīs what I mean when weīre snappinī necks
Weīre on a mission to kill the competition, not repetitive,
so yo, check and listen
The man has got you all fooled.
Only one color dominates and rules.
Green, greed that is what he feeds.
A demon seed deep inside you and me.
In my sights each and every night.
Makes me so mad I want to start a fight.
Walk right up, smack the Grammy outta your hand
and then ask your mom whoīs No. 1.
They donīt understand.
You want to try and bang, but your band canīt hang!
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Survival of the fittest so ya might get hurt.
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Survival of the fittest so ya might get hurt.
Feel my aggression!
7. Whoīs The Devil
Have you ever seen a devil?
Donīt need a shovel, pick any color, heīs a triflinī motherfucker.
Down below we thought we knew, hereīs the Mojo with a brand new clue.
Was he holy or just a pagan?
Then you went and named his ass Satan.
Yo, is he white or is he black?
I know one thing, heīll stab your ass in the back.
Unlock you mind from propaganda Satan!!!!
Itīs simple īcause itīs all in the mental.
Now tell me, who is the devil?
Itīs simple īcause itīs all in the mental.
Now tell me, who is the devil?
Itīs simple īcause itīs all in the mental.
Now tell me, who is the devil?
Itīs simple īcause itīs all in the mental.
Now tell me, who is the devil?
Red devil on my carpet, maybe monsters living down below.
Real shady.
Uncle Sam, now thatīs a real devil.
Gotcha brainwashed on every level.
Drugs and alcohol reality, you abused too much fatality.
Fuck religion, now youīre mad at me.
They accuse me of blasphemy.
Unlock you mind from propaganda Satan!!!!
Itīs simple īcause itīs all in the mental.
Now tell me, who is the devil?
Itīs simple īcause itīs all in the mental.
Now tell me, who is the devil?
Itīs simple īcause itīs all in the mental.
Now tell me, who is the devil?
Itīs simple īcause itīs all in the mental.
Now tell me, who is the devil?
Say what?
The devil made you do it?
And youīre telling me you heard it in the music.
Spin it backwards and wait and see.
I think you need to plead insanity.
Triple 6, it ainīt legit.
Human demon got your ass steaminī.
Take evil, start it with a "d"
add some tails and horns to scare you and me.
Unlock you mind from propaganda Satan!!!!
Itīs simple īcause itīs all in the mental
Now tell me, who is the devil?
8. Change My Ways
I used to live my life in fear.
Thinking that my ways were wrong.
I lived my life by a book, written by Man.
I jumped more evils than your man Knevil,
not looking forward to a genocidal sequel.
Soul searching dark corners itīs no lurking.
Believe in self to better your mental health...
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
I used to live my life in fear.
Thinking that my ways were wrong.
I lived my life by a book, written by Man.
Nailed for substance so whatīs the use?
Youīre picking on a black man was my excuse.
Sent me into exile, hard labor penal.
Four years out and my attitudeīs real foul!
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
Gotta get away, got to change...
Hard headed nigga and set in my ways, but I can reminisce
of iller days, wild child living foul.
You gimme 3 feet or I get hostile, all for self and not for all
yo, one of these days I was bound to take a fall.
I realized that I couldnīt get away.
I guess Iīll die in my fucked up ways,
in my fucked up ways,
in my fucked up ways.
Parental prison cruel decision for no reason all because I am not pleasing.
What the fuck you want me to do?
No love.
All you do is just shove money, lies, it shouldnīt be no suprise
that I am real and you have to deal with my ways.
Shifty in many ways, no charades.
Momma and daddy treat me a better way.
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
Got to change my, gotta get away, get away, gotta change my ways!!
Gotta get away, gotta change...
9. Monkey Behind The Wheel
Fuck you drunk driver, hate you like MacGyver.
Mission Impossible after 20 screwdrivers.
I ask for your keys, and you said "oh, no nigga please,
I can drive blindfolded steering with my knees."
Oh really, your visionīs all blurry and that itīs clear you see a 12 man
jury but if it was me Iīd cut off your right arm
so you canīt drink and drive and cause no harm
running niggas over like Death Race 2000.
Innocent by standers you keep on housing and why the mothers
still cry and tell me what you say each and every time.
Sorry?
Well sorryīs not getting it.
Gimmie your face and let me start hitting it.
9 out of 10 the drunk drivers live.
I have to say, "Oh lord please forgive."
You ainīt nothing but a monkey behind the wheel
Fuck you drunk driver...
Monkey behind the wheel.
Fuck you drunk driver...
Green light, yellow light, red light, go and you went but your fender got bent.
You sent a little girl to her grave brave and bold
and her momīs treasured her just like gold.
Green arrow turns real narrow.
Monkey boom bam, truck just slam.
My man Spike was on his way to a Mojo jam!
Weīre MADD, weīre SADD, weīre hurting real bad.
We donīt want no more no more loved ones zipped up in body bags.
Oh now youīre funny how you gonna get home?
How ībout showing the motherfucker a damn phone.
Get off my shit before you get abused!!
Sorry, well sorryīs not getting it.
Gimmie your face and let me start hitting it.
9 out of 10 the drunk drivers live.
I have to say, "Oh lord please forgive."
You ainīt nothing but a monkey behind the wheel
Fuck you drunk driver...
Monkey behind the wheel.
Fuck you drunk driver...
This is what a drunk driver gets.
A stiff ass sentence that he sure wonīt forget.
Wake up in ICU wanting a cold brew he sees he canīt īcause
heīs hooked up to some tubes...
Looking like shit, canīt remember what he hit.
Oh itīs coming back and heīs feeling kinda sick.
Over and over it plays in your head,
now youīre wishing that you were the one dead...
Instead it was the van, the one with the band.
Forty feet of grass and then you crashed.
No, you didnīt see īem īcause you were asleep at the wheel.
Now itīs a curse the others rolled in a hearse
and it hurts and itīs getting kinda worse,
but you freeze and you drop to your knees
īcause thatīs the motherfucker you killed in your dreamsss...
You ainīt nothing but a monkey behind the wheel
Fuck you drunk driver...
Monkey behind the wheel.
Fuck you drunk driver...
10. Uncle Sam Sham
Some say militant, others say rebel, well my intellet is on a different level.
The black to the heart with self-awareness darts.
You say itīs trouble that I am trying to start.
Well, that would be smart and mighty black of me to start up
something and make people see that the Uncle Sam Sham was
the biggest in society.
When I was young, yeah in grammar school, a teacher couldnīt give me a damn clue.
I was taught to pledge to old glory the flag but now itīs just fifty stars put on a rag.
Donīt get me wrong cause I am spitting lyrics that are strong.
We turn the key to unlock your...
From Uncle Sam Sham
From Uncle Sam Sham
From Uncle Sam Sham
Unlock your mind
From Uncle Sam Sham
From Uncle Sam Sham
From Uncle Sam Sham
Unlock your...
Cointelpro did plenty damage but you couldnīt get along
so we manage uprise against capitalist.
You be in prison calling me a communist, yo check your vision.
Fifty stars you see when you get hit, the red is for the blood when my brothers were shot.
The blues we got when our leaders were hit, and the majority which proclaim authority.
Red, black, and green is my priority now.
Just think if the rebel flag was flying, weīd be in trouble, yo I ainīt lying.
In order to be free we must teach.
We just turn the key to unlock your...
From Uncle Sam Sham
From Uncle Sam Sham
From Uncle Sam Sham
Unlock your mind
From Uncle Sam Sham
From Uncle Sam Sham
From Uncle Sam Sham
Unlock your...
Black and white, white and black, weīre here to fight and kill the ill about the stereotype.
Some say dramatical just anti-systematical, then you want to
call me a Pro-Black Radical, then we make the switch to the Richie Rich.
Some want to call him all that shhhhh.
I donīt think so.
Yo, Rich, spit that attitude.
Bonz, I know right from wrong, wrong from right, the systemīs
got me mad hype I am ready to fight tonight, no time to wait.
You know this countryīs headed for a fucked-up fate.
Kids are dying, mothers crying, and missles flying, the press is lying and there is no denying.
Step back so you wonīt get sprayed by assassinating cuts that the, that the Mojo lay.
The Uncle Sam Sham was the biggest of them all...never taking a fall.
The red, white and blue Iīm telling you for who;
The rich and the majority, not the poor and the minority,
You know what I mean?
So letīs wake up from this star-spangled dream.
The S-T-U-C-K M-O-J-O is here to let you know...
We turn the key, we turn the key to, we turn the key to,
we turn the key to unlock your mind.
Unlock your mind.
From Uncle Sam.
From Uncle Sam.
From Uncle Sam.
Unlock your mind.
Unlock your mind.
Unlock your...
11. Propaganda
Ten minutes of death, murder, destruction.
Preceeded by some simple instructions.
Channel 2, channel5, 36, 46, click click, yo ainīt that a bitch?
Donīt snooze on the news īcause youīre gonna lose.
Hell, is what you sell on a large scale.
Profit for misery, you know itīs sick.
The people that you sell, a mindless clientele.
The poison schools, the prison pools is where you send your youth to break the rules.
Educationīs been non-void, thatīs why Iīm so paranoid.
One time, and one time only if itīs detrimental to your ass home,
but let it be something making no sense, they pump a lot of hype and make a strong defense.
To spread the ideas and burn the ones...
Propaganda. Donīt believe the hype.
Propaganda. Donīt believe the hype.
Propaganda. What lies do you read?
Propaganda. Tell me, what do you believe?
Propaganda. Is white really good?
Propaganda. Is black really bad?
Propaganda. Weīre talking about propaganda.
Hid a secret from a nigga put it in a book.
Ohh shit, my race got took.
Ever heard of Maat?
I think not, Black manīs religion that got faded out.
Nigga lovers, I treat them like my brothers.
Civil rights, they killed plenty whites, but theyīll have you to believe
that no white died for black.
Do you reall beleive?
The poison schools, the prison pools is where you send your youth to break the rules.
Educationīs been non-void, thatīs why Iīm so paranoid.
One time, and one time only if itīs detrimental to your ass home,
but let it be something making no sense, they pump a lot of hype and make a strong defense.
To spread the ideas and burn the ones...
Propaganda. Donīt believe the hype.
Propaganda. Donīt believe the hype.
Propaganda. What lies do you read?
Propaganda. Tell me, what do you believe?
Propaganda. Is white really good?
Propaganda. Is black really bad?
Propaganda. Weīre talking about propaganda.
Propaganda. Donīt believe the hype.
Propaganda. Donīt believe the hype.
Propaganda. What lies do you read?
Propaganda. Tell me, what do you believe?
Propaganda. Is white really good?
Propaganda. Is black really bad?
Propaganda. Weīre talking about propaganda.
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