Millenium: Washington City Paper

Publicity Contact: arufus@houseofabdul.com

© 1998 House of Abdul

Go for Broke

Eighteen-year-old MC Millenium's
manager and producer bet a
bundle because they believe
in his music. That makes
two of them.






       The alley outside the Spy Club is still empty. Doors opened at 10 p.m., but as of 10:15, the crowd for the night's "hip-hop kulture" event has not yet arrived. Anticipating their arrival, Louis "Fahim" Smith patrols I Street NW with an armload of paper, strategically placing bright yellow posters on lampposts up and down the block. Fahim (Smith, he says, is his "government name") is co-owner of D.C.-based Ofphspringg Entertainment, a prospering local promotions company. He flacks for major rap acts such as Helter Skelter and the Cocoa Brovaz as well as for the hiphop magazines Double XXL and Rap Pages.

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By Neil Drumming • December 11, 1998

Millenium: Gunpoint

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Spatcho B, Rah Dee and Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

Chorus:x1 

featuring (Spatcho B)

Some boys are impersonators ah play what we play
Talk what we talk and ah say what we say
They better leave us alone find a style of their own
They're nothing but followers in their own blood they're gonna drown.

Verse1:
featuring (Rah Dee)

I specialize in ripping mindstates for those who didn't know
Hit you with the verbal blow testing lyrical flows
Till i feel free ripping viciously real deal philosophy
Son who wanna test me
Your inability to plot trying to blow up my spot
Oh yeah you mad now bow down steady watch you fall down
I'm doing you a favor remember who created the styles I devour
Peeping my bravado
If you can't stand criticsm nigga you'll never grow
Hit you with the hypnotize and your realizing my ill flows
The wrong crew is what you chose got you in a hold
Simply locked down by gunpoint two type angular
Bet I'm really changing ya watch me mangle ya
Flip the script on ya crew what'cha gon do
when I come and look for you
You better use the rules it ain't gon be no
peace til your ill rhymes cease.

Chorus:x2

Verse2:
featuring (Spatcho B)

Millenium reload my gun cause i'm a big bad man
Old pioneer in the biz some little wanna -be-thugs
Who want to live the way we live but when
they're talking just let them talk
Cause if them Dis' we blast their face
Like the night rider in our viper well
equipped with all these guns
Don't you say another word cause this is
death before dishonor Don't you run don't you hide
Cause i'm coming at you i'm like the city of angels in constant danger
Blasting up your face like the world trade center
cause we're to hot to hold we're not afraid of no one
And if they come in a group we'll shoot up the whole gang
In our lincoln navigators we have a mission in hand
We have our gun's in our laps and our fingers on the triggers
They dis us and we laugh but we're old old "Ragga-Ragga"
They never knew that we were bad men from southa
They never knew our style now they get us "Ragga-Ragga"
Cause man we're bad man.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:
(Millenium)

I'm trying to keep calm but this heat up in my palm
Make me wanna bomb and do your physical critical harm
You've been warned on more than one occasion
once at the nightclub then at the days inn
Fuck the talking I'm blazin
More ways in that ass than Damon I ain't vexed yet
I'm serious best believe this red dot ain't a death threat
You ain't worth the ground I walk on this chromeplated
glock that i cock on the steel microphone i talk on
No more pardons you done got me mad now
Fuck the beef nigga I'm the plague not the mad cow
Oh yeah you bad now run around acting like me
And got a whole lot of niggas think you packing like me
It's millennium the one and only let's get it straight
And i'm gon run this shit fron nine eight until my spine break
Words to any competition who think they can fade me
Buy a cheap casket cause in the end your label pays me.......Muthafucka.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: The Remedy

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

Chorus:x2

If you got a problem this is what you do
Grab that rusty revolver and call your crew
Cause nine times out of ten you got a problem with them
I'm guaranteeing that them fellas got a problem with you.

Verse1:

They was big thugs ran up in the spot with the glock
Requesting big drugs or threatning to buss off with the big slugs
Gave us 30 minutes to come up with the stash
Or the name Millenium would be a thing of the past
About 20 minutes passed and neither one of us spoke
But now i'm sweating cause your father had a fettish for coke
I hoped and prayed but I knew them cat's saw your pop's slip
Seen him trembling and sweating steady rubbing his wrist
So I'm figuring I could be a man or get bicthed
Without a second thought I dipped and grabbed one nigga four fifth
16 in the clip when I was done there was five
1 was gone 3 was dead I'm still standing alive
But when the smoke cleared what I steady feared had proved true
Your father caught four in the chest three of them had went through
The only thing on my mind was blasting that crew
But I found you to let you know just what we got's to do.

Chorus:x2

Verse2:

Now you gon have beef wether you like it or not
Cause not every nigga want you walking round on they block
Keep full clips in the glock in case they get shifty
Is you with me a gun will end some beef real quickly
Magnum 350 case a nigga won tess hollow points in the chamber penetrate through his vest now that's all you need to know no need to tell you the rest just remember if they bring the beef in peace they rest stay on guard with your eyes open ready for war
Cause beef don't got no love be it richer or poor
It's like either or so prepare for the worst
Or it won't be your enemy layed up in that hearst
I know it feel like you cursed trying to end this shit
But they took one of ours we must revenge this shit
Now this could save your life or it could take it away
Just remember I done told you how to make them niggas pay.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

Drop down low and I slip five in the clip
Cock the grip hot as shit kiss the chrome four fifth
Torching shit before somebody figure out they know me
Check the rolle this nigga gonna die slowly
I go boldly strap on my vest puff on the cess
Relieve this stress and finally put this whole ordeal to rest
Let off all five in his chest then tongue kissed
I know his thugs pissed let them see my face so they know I done this
Make sure they know I run this y'al got 24 hours
To get up out this town or get caught in lead showers
I'm dead serious mysterious I be show i.d or I guarantee you be in i.c.
Poison without the ivy nigga try me
Pastor kneeling at your headstone reading R.I.P
The black Jon Gotti got beef bring the shotti
Leave no traces so they can't identify the body.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: Wish You Was Here

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

Verse1:

We was cruising down the backstreet rocking blackstreet
Talking about all the good things that happened that week
Just acting nonschalant in the black galant
Finished eating pizza in Lisas restaraunt
You used to flaunt all your cash when we cruised the ave
And I told you one day they gon bruise that ass
You just wouldn't listen your position was set
If somebody got some friction then they got's to get wet
So I let it ride until that night in the park
I seen some niggas peeping you in the buick skylark
It was after dark I'm sensing something was wrong
It wasn't long til I realized somethings going on
We jumped in the car it wasn't that far a ride
When we came to a stop sign they pulled up beside
And they was holding straps couldn't believe that this happened
You told them step back and they just started blasting.

Chorus:x2

I wish you was here to share my fame
Lord know's I wish you was here to share my pain
If I had my way son they would have never wet you
I'm letting it flow to let you know we won't forget you.

Verse2:

After you died son your mother blamed it on me
It's plain to see that she never had no love for Milly
There's plenty of hate why won't she show me no love
From up above I know you looking but this life got me shooken
Tooken for granted some abandoned they hope
And turn to dope to ease they pain because they pain got em choked
It ain't bad to be broke but some while they twisted and lifted
See a chance to get paid and can't resist it
Was this their reason I'm not condoning they're behavior
I wish I could've saved ya but now your with our savior
Graver are thoughts that I could've caught a stray one
I say son you'd be here today if you prayed son
Lifes like clay son you mold it to a sculpture
If you lack the tools then your swallowed by the vultures
Many a cultures fall a victim to streets
Eternal piece can be achieved but another must grief.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

Ain't that much that's changed it's still the same in the hood
Some brains is still deranged while the others claiming all good
Most of us still struggle juggling responsibilities
Lacking the the abilities to move from these facilities
Violence is rampid god we killing our own
This our home too many dying too many families crying
I'm trying to figure how I didn't get hit
I was sitting right beside you and I didn't get split
It might have been faith leading you to the gates
Kept me alive so I could be speaking the truth on my tapes
Son I wish you was here cause now I watch my own rear in fear
That my piers will have to shed more tears
For years ones envy jealousy was the key
For the villains probably was the reason for your killing
Like lightning with no rain seen it but couldn't hear it
The wrath of jealousy got me kneeling to your spirit.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: She's Leaving With Me

This is the first single from Millenium on HOA 1998.

Millenium: Street Wars

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul
 

Verse1:

I can't believe this shit they stuck us for half a brick
They gotta grip plus unloaded a clip in my man hip
Balled out in the tan whip diplomat plates
So i'm figuring they foreigners and not from the states
Time for payback fuck the layback we on a mission
To knock them niggas out the box and play em out position
So y'all niggas listen to how this gon play out
All out guns we spray out leaving them no way out
They don't know payback's a bicth and they bout to fuck her
These playas bout to get burnt like sexing with no rubber
I'll play the undercover Donnie Brasco routine
While I infultrate the enemy y'all gather a team
Of hookers assasins politicians and thugs
I'll require some flyer fashion and two clips of gold slugs
It's the baby Frank White you damn right this cats immortal
With the hicthcock manual or the semi auto
Machine guns for the weed funds we got's to bleed son's
In any seasons for any reasons we needs none
Meet up with your fleet and let them know bullshit we don't play that
By any means necessary payback.

Chorus:x2

Time for payback touch me and i'll touch you back

If you try to fuck me over i'm gon fuck you back
Playa payback's a bicth and we fighting street wars
If you take one of mines I got's to take ten of yours.

Verse2:

In the sport montero with my techs close to my waist

Poker faced steady lamping like a shorty on base
Iced out like the Farroh mysterious like the tarot
John wu could'nt direct this broken arrow
I'm aiming in one direction forget the stray ones
Cause when I spray guns step back and wacth me lay sons
Call up hector my padre alius don ray
It's bomb day I'm ready to die like kamakazi
Ran up in the spot security feeling they assed out
I let off about 20 slugs before they passed out
But not before I mapped out the vicinity
Seemed like infinity popped in a clip cause my gats out
The cat's out my spot's blown and the plot's known
So i'll give myself about ten to get this shit sown
It's obvious where the stash at the door I smashed that
My half a brick plus another one you know I grabbed that
Now that I have that five minutes left I hear a breath
About two doors down the hallway I glanced to my left
Next thing I see a tech with the infrared scope
And holding it is that diplomat who snatched up my coke
But before he spoke the reflection off of my chain
From his scope put the red dot on his jugular vein
He should've known anything he broke that I would fix
12 in his throat rest in hell payback's a bitch.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: How Far Will You Go?

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

Chorus:x2

Everybody want it but every can't have it
It's amazing what people will do just to grab it
For that cream alot of teams will start clapping
Why do we need cash cause alot of stuff happens.

Verse1:

How far will you go to touch that cream
Would you kill another man just to clutch your dream
Or get a little closer acting like you ain't supposed to
Packing a black mac wetting backs with your toaster
Rushing spots or even bussing on cops in the open
To me it seems the cream got you choking
It got you scoping pulling jooks on crooks
Cause poverty got you shook and you ain't trying to look
You ain't trying to be took into the underclass community
You used to be all about the peace love and unity
Now you and me both know but you chose to go
While I grow you going low to get your hands on that dough
You chose the road of the bold cause this world is cold
Reigning terror on the globe just to fill your billfold
It got a hold on you something tight it ain't right
Thought you beat the schemes but it's cream blinding your sight.

Chorus:x2

Verse2:

Deep in the hole no hope of returning
Outside cold-hearted persona inside you burning
Now you learning just how hard life is
Left the biz spend more time with your wife and kids
Now you living in that same hell hole you built
Poverty stricken god forbidden drugs and filth
Feeling guilt for all the sinful things you done
Saying no to drugs ain't easy when you selling it son
The war ain't done you still trying to get that cream
Forfill your dream promised that this was your last fast scheme
All you had to do was sell some rocks for doc
Tip the cops get away with ten gee's off top
Point the spot where they got all the guns and stash
Informing cops pay at least 20 gee's in cash
Gotta flash in your mind that you gonna live bigger
Get away scot free with ten digit figures how you figure...Nigga.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

How in the world you think this plan gon work
You thought you'd flee with the money and nobody get hurt
Stupidness and negativity don't mix
That's like trying to breed a lion with columbian pits
If it fit's wear the shoe that's the motto you spoke
Got to the spot but you see doc moved the coke
Almost choked then you quickly broke back to your crib
Found a note that said we holding your wife and your kids
Eyelids feeling heavy hope you make it in time
Thinking in your head I hope he trade they life for mine
Pulled up to his crib and jumped out of your ride
His bodyguards said doc waiting for you inside
Could've died on the spot your fam already been shot
He smoking pot with a glock pointed right to your knot
You forgot that greed speed demise on lives
How far will you go? far enough to die.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: Fantasia

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

Chorus:x2

This enchanted love of ours.

Verse1:

I remember seeing her in my dreams stroking her splene
Trying to figure out exactly what this all means
God it seems i'm trapped up in emotions
And through all of the commotion overdose on love potion
Her sexual motions got me hung using her tongue
Got me sprung word born screaming her name from my lungs
It started out as fun I should've known better then to flow with her
Started out as friends now I zone with her
Chill at home with her when she feeling alone
We talk for hours late at night and fall asleep on the phone
I make her moan when it's hot and steamy caught up in passion
me and fantasia apart I can't imagine
Or even fathom the thought of us getting caught
It's not everyday you find someone who hits you in the heart
>From the start we should have called it quits just wouldn't work
Cause in the process I knew someone was going to get hurt.

Chorus:x2

Verse2:

I remember just how it began me and my man
Cruising in the land getting me a girl was the plan
We cruised the city for potentials pumping instrumentals
The girls was fine but they lacked the credentials
I know i'll see more we take a detour
Morgan state U down in B-more exit three- four
Or should I say six-o Moravia was the exit
Playas we stressed it game couldn't wait to flex it
But hold up we pulled up beside this black beretta
Butter leather perping like she got a little cheddar
But we knew better wit no delay in his game
The light about to change asked her for her number and name
Who would've ever thought one week later I'd call my man
And he'd be telling me son I put a ring on her hand
Damn my nigga was sprung cat got him by the tongue
that's when i knew our friendship was done.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

I remember the first phone call that I got
Fantasia was crying begging me to come to her spot
When I got there she said that "your man abused me"
When i approached him he said "how could you accuse me"
Then he left told her take a breath then I started rubbing her
Fantasia kissed me seconds later i was loving her
This secret love affair carried on for a year
But we both knew us ending this love was very near
I hear a door open up while I'm naked in bed
My man standing there eyes wide shaking his head
Got a gun in one hand and some weed in the other
Asking me how could I sleep with his lover I'm like his brother
I'm sitting there watching him put slugs in the clip
Telling him to get a grip and don't end it like this
I'm steady begging him trying to calm him down but he won't
Cocked the hammer back and put it down his throat.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: Everclear

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP

written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

 

Verse1:

Look how far I made it baby alot of niggas acted shady

Now I'm playing the same broads that used to play me
The same ones that tried to fade me saying I'd never make it
Determination couldn't break it although alot tried
Plus alot lied my niggas alot died
Their families alot cried frequently the cops spied
Now I'm trying to cop the five with the roof and bubble it
Ten times the cash I got now and still double it
My lifestyle don't trouble it give me props and move on
You niggas be acting dumb when I'm getting my groove on
For too long I've struggled look at all that I've lost
My mother bamboo and I'm still paying the cost
Although I floss expensive vee's got cheddar in
Bank accounts across seas living like a paid veteran
You niggas still tessing trying to make me give in
You can't win nigga I'm from the same hood you live in.

Chorus:x2

It's everclear to me look at how far I done came

>From being on the bottom to on top of this game
Look at all the things I suffered through to make it this far
But that's the price you gotta pay if you want to be a star.

Verse2:

I went from taking flics to making movies

From wearing fake jewelry to rocking
diamond cut scotland rubies
From being unknown to a superstar status
From broke to making niggas say they
wish they could've had this
I been the baddest since playas was rocking penny loafers
And cats had eight tracks and velvet sofas
And still won't stop til I'm sitting on top with the drop
And I'm the best thing since biggie and pac
And I'm a national Icon black python
Pass the rimshot can't sleep you know this shit's hot
Although alot of brothers did sleep and turn they backs on me
I still had alot of cat's betting stacks on me
Now producers throw tracks on me begging for raps
But before they used to half ass on selling us tracks
From buying blank tapes writing my name on the backs
To having my name on cassette C.D and wax how real is that.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

To all the creditors and enemies we used to duck y'all

(What you say to them niggas now millenium)fuck y'all
I ain't got no love y'all all that stress on my chest
Had me looking over my shoulder loosing much rest
I remember all the paid niggas used to joke and game me
That's why I find it funny that y'all say the money changed me
How could you blame me put yourself in my shoes
I'm struggling while you players steady flashing your jewels
Therefore it's only fair that I get love too
And if you don't like me getting mine then fine fuck you
Cause no matter what happens I'm a still get paid
And no matter what happens I'm a still get played
But that's life she's a bicth you could love her or leave her
I'm a stay here keep putting hits on the reciever
So debate with this or relate to this
That's all I got to say I'm bout to skate with this...One love

Chorus:x2

Millenium: Too Hot

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

Chorus:x2

Too hot somebody gotta pay

Don't know who but somebody gotta die today
Somebody gotta pay the price nigga
I got's to take somebodies life nigga.

Verse1:

Phone ringing 4:00 in the morn who the hell
Is this calling me on my cell
I'm on some other shit hoping nobodies dead
There's been another hit my man said
high up in the government
No questions asked just pack your
bags send your wife and your kids to your mom's
Son these niggas got bombs
Enough said I think the phone's tapped
Baby hold that full clip in the chrome gat
strapped like I'm kojak
Twenty minutes later they on a plane to Decatur
I'm on my way to Dee's house step on the elevator
Push the fourth floor sensing torture
Peeked out on the third seen some cat's from another culture
I smell death took a breath than I walked through Dee's door
He tied up in a chair with three bricks of C4
And a note saying bastard you in over your head
Quit while you ahead before you dead and things get...

Chorus:x2

Verse2:

I'm on the freeway phone call in my mind replay

Wife and kids to my moms ain't something Dee say
But hold up radio say the presidents dead
Secret service all around yet the evidence fled
It's all clear one night we drunk beer with this cat
First night in the states straight outta Iraq
His name was Zachary work in the factory right in back of me
Strange only ate fish and drank daqharis
He on some other shit politics from wayback
Said the government did him wrong
it's time for payback we just met him already asking if
we with him dee said hell no I said what we getting
He said automatic weapons messing with the big boys
The gun's for us cause he only like to play with big toys
Call my boys meet in ten seems we got a predicament
When I catch Zach I'm breaking backs and ripping ligaments.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

It ain't nobody here I'm cocking back the tre-eight

Only one that's here is my man nickle plate nate
He dropped the low down word been around the whole town
Pass the four pound and let me know what's bout to go down
It was the night before outside of dee's door
Zach was in a cadillac with a box of C4
That's enough I need you to find zach and go tell
Him that I turned informant and i'm in the hotel
Now it's three hours later I hear a knock at the door
A foreign voice said remember me from the third floor
I recall a man in the hall didn't think you noticed me
Say the lords prayer strap on my vest and kiss my rosary
For those opposing me open the door bussing shots
I won't stop even though I see thirty red dots
It's too hot one last shot only god is my equal
Hold up he look like Dee couldn't be check out the sequel.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: All Up In The Game

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium and Jady Experience
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul
 

Chorus:

Scratching- Your all up in the game

and don't deserve to be a playa.

Verse1:

Cash rules everything around me

Got me running up in boundaries
robbing niggas thug immortal
Sometimes I don't want to live
I feel like I've given life every
muthafucken thing I've got to give
What's left for me except starving and pain
In order for me to maintain stay deep in the game
Walk these streets with the thoughts of beef clenching my four fifth
Forget that poor shit I'm gon be paid when this war hit
This game got my brain on flip I gripped my own neck
Promising god I'll meet death blessed by my own tech
At night's it's hard to sleep keep one eye on the door
The other eye on my hor cause I'm never quite sure
Cause she could be the one that's fooling me
Be the one that took my life and be at the funeral reading the eulogy
If I want something then I'll take it
I'll see you when I get there if I make it.. You feeling me.

Chorus:

Verse2:

featuring (Jady Experience)

You lost that luster kid now all them diamonds stopped shining

Lost in the world the first time you felt behind
And now you struggle back to the commomn man
Thought you had a plan but from the start you couldn't grasp it
Remember when you used to get your ass kicked
And catch a fat lip Man I was there from the get
Then out the blue you caught a deal and your roots you forget
They suckin you dry something around 40%
Intent to stay bent say young
cat didn't deserve that flipped your styles on R&B tracks and sound wack
Workin hard on the album that your label pushed back
Told you take it slow but still end up trustin them cats
Now countereact or hang it up for real kid
Caught you rhymin in a cypher and you didn't blend in
You just pretendin flauntin like you know what you want
Forget them days we had when you used to live with your aunt
Keep shootin blanks and you fakin righteous
Step to me again sheist and I'm a leave your ass deflated
Heads bigger so couldn't see the bigger picture
I want that true nigga back till I see him I'm a dis you.

Chorus:

Verse3:

I'm all up in this game and it's serious my life I'll give for it

To run up on a hater and buss that rush I live for it
Was small time until I made it upstate
And got with Jay-D to make these moves and triple my weight
We needed alot of dough so I collected on cake
Dead niggas got no passes so we ran up in wakes
While they was singing sad songs son I'm mad gone
Openend the casket and took the armani suit that he had on
Things wasn't alway's this way I feel lost
Afraid to open the bible or look at the cross
It feels like the jewels I floss keep burning me
It feels like I'm awake undergoing open-heart surgery
Playas done tried to murder me claiming I'm false
Most of them are missing or no longer have a steady pulse
It's like this the same game that make you can break you
It could put you on top or take you but that's the game playa what!

Chorus:

Millenium: She's Leaving With Me

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

Verse1:

It's the afterparty sipping on Bicardi drunk I'm hardly

Lively up yourself quoted words from bob marley
Slip the bartender a five and tell him slide down a drink
To that queen the gucci link rocking a mink
What you tnihk I'm all about getting the number hit the spot get the rubber between the sheets playing the isley brothers
It's Millenium I like it when you love me
But love it even more when you playa hate and mug me
It let's me know you pay attention to me
And while you braggin bout your cash your girl's mentioning me
It's the long time lover dark skin brother
Smooth like no other's my steelo I keep it on the D-low
But for real though I'm trying to get my party thang on
While all you hustla's get your slang on and thugs bang on
But before I move on I'll take a chance with you
It's more than obvious that I wanna dance with you.

Chorus:x2

featuring (Cas)

You can get mad you can even make a scene

Hate all you want on me but still she's leaving with me.

Verse2:

Now we jamming previous planning got rain checks

Bobbing necks House Of Abdul my record execs so whats next
See a girl and resort to plan B
She command me to meet her out by the tan v
I say in ten minutes commense to making my moves
Through alot of sweaty crews getting love from fake dudes
But that's expected it be the same ones with the same buns
Doing stick-ups with the same guns in the same slums
I got no time for the things I did in the past
So don't playahate me cause I make a little more cash
Pass the menu when I'm hungry I don't play son
Give me the rice that's cajun steak and cheese with A-1
While you blazing please leave me with your car keys
In case I get the 411 on some more parties
Still decades till I'm done shining you keep grinding
But before I take a sip off of this bicardi limon.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

Time for the mingling I'm singling out the shorty with the lean thighs

Got me scoping with them green eyes
Standing next to them mean guys giving me dirty smerks
Never sweat em that's just one of life's many perks
I continue strolling this venue my only purpose
To sort out the diamonds in the rough from the worthless
I see my crew I approach and give em they props
To various blocks I toast this Cavasi on rocks
Some brothers got locks some of the brothers got fades
Most ladies are rocking shades with the colorful brades
Most single wanting to mingle with the fellas
Playahatas is jealous cause my gaming make em tingle
Sweet like a mango black Durango rocking a Kango
Music make you wanna tango
From any angle you look at it I run this
Why you keep on dancing playa cause I done this.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: Kaos Theory

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Verse1:

Lately I'm hearing voices everywhere that I go

Feel's like I'm loosing it I can't take it no more
Heard my mom's speaking to me shit had me in tears
But it couldn't be true she been dead for six years
Man what's going on feels like I'm left for dead
And everybody trying to put a fucken bullet in my head
Please somebody help me lately I'm feeling weak
Last night I felt death kiss me right on my cheek
It made my body tremble and my blood turn cold
Only 17 felt like I was 80 years old
It's like I've cheated death it seems too many times
Seen it take the breath from the most
deadly minds my god it's getting closer
I tried taking a pill but stress it can't kill
So ill got me on the second page of my will
I feel as though life for me is nearing it's end
Kaos Theory got me needing more than a friend.

Chorus:x2

Sometimes do you close your eyes

And wonder if it be the last time you see blue skies
Do you ever wonder what does life really mean
Kaos Theory is this for real or a dream.

Verse2:

It seems like everytime that I walk out my room

I hear death telling me that I'm going to meet him real soon
Think about ready to die and how that album played out
Will I be a statistic or simply fade out
Son it's no way out it's like praying don't work
This shit hurt voices threatning me while I'm in church
This revelation of death taking my last breath
Got me trapped in my house always close to my tech
Vexing on my family can it be the man in me
Or am I just simply loosing my sanity
Banging my head on the wall looking for answers
Maybe cancer but damn I don't smoke
My mind is playing tricks on me when
i'm awake it's like i'm sleep
Reality done flipped the scripts on me
Sometimes even ugly ducklings look beautiful
Shit's rough when you planning out
your own funeral..And that's real.

Chorus:x2

Verse3:

I don't know why these voices got my head full of sorrow

Cause shit ain't nobody promised me tomorrow
Plus shit ain't gonna move unless I make it
My dough ain't gonna rise unless I
bake it so chances I take it
This not the first time this type of thing took place
Just in case I pray to god forbid I fall from grace
It's a catastrophe voices badger me using blasphemy naggin me
And probably won't stop until they capture me
My sanities going quickly i'm feeling sickly
These day's in many way's I feel my crew ain't even with me
Playing russian roulette with my
revolver cause death tempts me
Five in the chamber with only one empty
Like a death match with hell's  angel and no referee
This might be the death of me there's nothing left for me
No more writing is needed signed Millenium
And if I die in the struggle so be it.

Chorus:x2

Millenium: Run Run Run

Published by The Infinite Loop, ASCAP
written and arranged by Millenium
From the lp Kaos Theory
© 1998 House of Abdul
 

 
 

Verse 1:

I'm trying to get out of the slums cause god I ain't playing second to none

So if you done pass me the gun
I done come to far to fail now gotta bail now
stack my cream get my team out of jail now
Had to make these moves just to break these crews in half
shattered bladders don't nothing matter but the cash
Pumped hash on the ave just to build my stash
bussed my man cause he tried to scheme on half
Knew my past would catch my black ass one day
messing with priests i knew i'd get it good someday
But someway somehow i'm going to get out of this one
put that on my soul son this my last mission
Reasonable suspicion got em gazin
they won't hesitate to make my spot hot like cajun
On point no grazin lord when I rush he i'm going to buss he
wit no remorse pass the dutchie.

Chorus:x2

You could run,run,run but you still can't hide

your past is gonna stick with you dead or alive
someway somehow your past is gonna get you
you could forget the past but it won't forget you

Verse2:

If my memory serves me correct we blazin techs

with the notion that we gonna make it out the projects
Bomb threats and all pulling out stops buss cops
pump rocks on rough blocks spray glocks at bus stops
Took orders with no question at confession we spoke
on priests who sniffed coke and fixed votes for the pope
Too big for our britches but fast bitches and fast sixes
big reward for putting cats in ditches
The backlash left my ac crashed had to act fast
snitched my man out trying to save my black ass
Booked one for the next flight out before the night out
i know someone on the way to put my light out
Peel the five out accelerate the gas light the hash
hoping this situation would be left in the past

Chorus:x4

You could run,run,run...run,run

Verse3:

Damn what was i thinking long nights and cold sweats

running up in cats snatching briggets holding my tech
Stolen vettes used to run up on sets flashing my greenery
me and bobby used to phiend to be running this scenery
But it never happen as long as he in the way
that was two years ago and bobby parolling today
I just seen him now he chasing me dip in the back way
letting his mac spray stray bullets hitting the taxi
Out of street what do i meet come to a dead end
a brick wall but that don't mean this it y'all
Took a breath then i lunged for his throat almost choked
but i grabbed bobbies toast adios bobby ghost.

Chorus:x2

You could run,run,run but you still can't hide

your past is gonna stick with you dead or alive
someway somehow your past is gonna get you
you could forget the past but it won't forget you