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Recognize (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(f/dj swamp)

First thing i remember was lying in the sand
When a plague of seven horsemen
Came across the desert land
They had one good eye between them
They were burning up the sky
When i asked why they had come for me
The ugly one replied
He told me

Ah, you better recognize
Aw, you better recognize, son

Next thing i recall well
I was hanging from a cliff
When an angel came to rescue
Me and held me in her grip
She said, "everyone who’s ever loved you
Gets hurt in the end."
Then she smiled and said, "forgive me."
As she let go of my hand
She told me

(you been living out of pocket, out of your socket)
Ah, you better recognize.
(you been leaning like a pisa, a moaning lisa)
Ah, you better recognize, son
(hip hip for all the busted, we are entrusted)
Ah, you better recognize.
(you come a pleading, but it’s too late
We can’t hear you’re on the list now!)
And let your dim light shine.

Always darkest before the morning light,
Lord knows you ain’t that bright
Better let your dim light shine

Just before i hit the ground
I woke up in my bed
I was dazed and i was weary
And my heart was full of dread
When i looked at my reflection
I was horrified to find
There were seven horsemen next to me
The angel close behind
They told me

(you been living out of pocket, out of the socket)
Ah, you better recognize.
(you been leaning like a pisa, a moaning lisa)
Ah, you better recognize, son
(hip hip for all the busted, we are entrusted)
Ah, you better recognize.
(you come a pleading, but it’s too late
We can’t hear you’re on the list now!)
And let your dim light shine.

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Recognize (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Well I’ve had enough
Of these selfish crimes
I hurt myself again
Not knowing why
It seems so easy
Each and every time
And avoid the truth I think id rather just go blind

Then everything erupts
My life has come unglued
And the ties that bind have left me
What am I to do?

Cant seem to recognize
That stare behind those eyes
Who is this man I see?
Who’s looking back at me?
Cant focus through the grey
And I am fading into nothing
The reflection must get clearer

I think I’m cracking up
Like I’ve lost my mind
I hurt myself again
Still don’t know why
I end up the same way
Each and every time
I cant avoid the truth
There’s just nowhere to run and hide

Cant seem to recognize
That stare behind those eyes
Who is this man I see?
Who’s looking back at me?
Cant focus through the grey
And I am fading into nothing
The reflection must get clearer than it appears to be right now

There must be someone I can see….
THERE’S GOTTA BE SOMETHING FOR ME
SHOW IT NOW, LET IT GO FREE
I KNOW ITS THERE WAITING ON ME
LET IT OUT, LET IT GO FREE

Cant seem to recognize
That stare behind those eyes
Who is this man I see?
Who’s looking back at me?
Cant focus through the grey
And I am fading into nothing
The reflection must get clearer

Recognize (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Chris Rock]
Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock
You heard my man
He ain’t on no commercial shit
The O.D.B.
It ain’t the Young D.B.
It’s the Ol’ D.B.
That old shit
This ain’t the Embry-O D.B.
This is the Ol’ mothafuckin D.B.
I’m Chris Rock, I’m chillin with the O.D.B.
So I’m the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time
with the wrong mothafuckin man
The O.D.B., baby

[Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
All y’all niggas talkin bout commercial song
This ain’t no commercial song
Straight up, nigga, what?
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me
All y’all niggas lovin me

[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he’s a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize

[Ol’ Dirty Bastard (Neptunes)]
Yo, what’s my name? (You need to recognize)
Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize)
I bring the mothafuckin ruckus
(You need to recognize) C’mon punk ass niggas
Uh, nah, nah, I’m just fuckin wit’chall
(Uh-huh)

[Ol’ Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]
Who get drunk at night till the early morn’?
Tap dances at the party like it’s goin on
Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down
I’m takin pictures at y’all at the fuckin lounge
Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar
I’m throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA
It’s rowdy outside, I ain’t signin shit
Don’t flow bitch, I take your microphone
You party bitches fallin in line
with your fat ass stinkin behind
You don’t know who the fuck is here
I back smack your ass, make pressure appear
Cuz cold Lucky knockin at your door
I dedicate that to your source
Cuz this (Nigga please) is dirty and it’s stinkin
Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin)
I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend)
(Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don’t start
You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather’s feet
So listen mister, don’t you ever forget
Rhyme dirty, you couldn’t even clean it with Comet
or even Worex, some tried Ajax
Only mix wit, the back get this track

Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me
All y’all niggas lovin me

[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he’s a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Ol’ Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]
Sweet girl, sweet girl
Each and every day-a, each and every way-a
See you niggas, most of your strayers
Stray off from a thing, civilization-a
Don’t understand the true nation-a
Go back like cold ovens and ice boxes
(Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts
Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends
Five years of workin bodies, voice box hits the shotty
I move in parties, stickin hotties
And all you fake mob Gotti’s, I push your skirt up
My shit’s so bad I wipe my ass with a burner)

I said, y’all niggas can’t fuck with me
All y’all niggas lovin me

[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he’s a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You niggas need to recognize, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me
All y’all niggas lovin me

[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he’s a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
Bitches and niggas’ll recognize
Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Recognize (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff
Huh…ruff ryders (ryde or die (overlap))
Don’t get it twisted ya’ll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Ruff ryders..(..ta fuck i’m talking about right here)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don’t get it twisted ya’ll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don’t get it twisted ya’ll (yea yea yea (overlap)

(jadakiss)
Now i know you couldn’t wait
To hear kiss over premier
Kill you on tape
Then, watch it over a beer
Cause you aint nothing but a movie
With expensive footage
That’s the reason they gon’ leave you with expensive bullets
Aint non of ya’ll better than lox
Have all of ya’ll dressed up in a suit
Dead in a box
Me and my niggas get reder than fox
And i don’t care if i love you
I still want head of the drop
Niggas runnin’ round talkin’ that y-2-k shit
Crackheads’ll still gon’ want that gray shit
That’s why ima always cop the yay quick
So i suggest all of ya’ll stay on jay dick
Too hard for mtv
Not black enough for bet
Just let me be
Give me all my royalty money
And let me greed
And ima have hoes for six
And hash for three

Chorus

Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don’t get it twisted ya’ll
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
L to the o to the x (fade)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don’t get it twisted ya’ll
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
L o x niggas (fade)
Don’t get it twisted ya’ll

(sheek luchion)
Ayo i give it to you point blank
In your moms place
So like point break with a mask on with presidents face
Clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards
Ya’ll aint just mark niggas, ya’ll whole mark niggas
With all that soft ass writin’ might as well be in ?cards?
You gon’ gamble with your life, when i launch these torpidos
That’ll shoot the crack out your ass ? ? casionos
Just me and my gambino’s drunk as fuck
With a time parking lot dvd in a trunk
I been drunk most my life, don’t ask me why
Through ninth grade, i aint go to highschool
I went to school high
And i dont care what ya’ll got
That shit don’t excite me
Im black and deadly and my burner just like me
And i’m quick to stick one of ya’ll on tour
With the sheritten
See what yours can be mine
Without, inherittin’
Give up your chains
And them little diamonds in your ear
Is it worth your family cryin’
And the doctor yellin’ "clear"

Chorus

(styles pinero)
If i knew heaven head a ghetto
That was sweeter than here
You know p would pack his bag
And just leave next year
But i got a son to raise
So ima stay in this hell
And i gotta gun to blaze
If you play with the l
Dot o dot x dot at the end
We the niggas that’s gon’ leave
With the pot at the end
Never too young to die
Or too old to live
? to bust your gun
Go home and mold your kid
Im a shamed i sell crack
But ima ryde for the moment
Know the concequence
Ima die with the omen
Two is better than one
There’s three of the lox
Key in a pot
Key in the drop
Key to the top
Father, son, and holy ghost of rap
3 in a 1 seein a gun
And usin’ it dog
Dope in a six
Coke in a five
Weed in a four
Ice is for my niggas
But the heat is for ya’ll

Chorus (loop recognize/fade)