Philly rapper Meek Mill finally released his much anticipated mixtape Dreamchasers 2. which includes 18 new tracks featuring Kendrick Lamar, Fabolous, Drake, Big Sean, French Montana, Trey Songz, Mac Miller, Jeremih and, of course, Meek’s Maybach Music family members Rich Ross and Wale. Meek’s highly-anticipated debut album, Dreams & Nightmares, is scheduled for an August 28 release. Join nearly 2 million other people who already downloaded this one in the past few hours from the friendly people at DatPiff:

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Tracklist:

1.Intro (Prod by The Beat Bully)
2.Ready Or Not (Prod by All Star)
3.Amen ft. Drake, Jeremih (Prod by KeY Wane)
4.Burn ft. Big Sean (Prod by Jahlil Beats)
5.A1 Everything ft. Kendrick Lamar
6.Use To Be ft. Jordanne
7.Flexing (Prod by Jahlil Beats)
8.I Get It ft. Travis Scott
9.Everyday ft. Rick Ross (Prod by Cardiak)
10.Racked Up Shawty ft. Fabolous, French Montana
11.Lean Wit It (Prod by Cardiak)
12.Big Dreams (Prod by All Star)
13.Take U Home ft. Wale, Big Sean (Prod by Beat Billionaire)
14.The Ride
15.Face Down ft. Trey Songz, Wale, Sam Sneaker (Prod by Sam Sneaker)
16.Str8 Like That ft. 2 Chainz, Louie V
17.House Party Remix ft. Fabolous, Wale, Mac Miller (Produced by The Beat Bully)
18.Real (Prod by SAP)
19.On My Way (Prod by All Star)
20.Outro (Produced by All Star)

Maybach Music’s Meek Mill is getting ready to drop Dreamchasers 2, the follow-up to Dreamchasers, on May 7th. For a little taste of what’s to come, here’s is “Flexin On Em.”

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Cole decided to take to twitter to release his freestyle over Kirko Bangz hit single titled “Drank In My Cup”. Check it out here.

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This old Dom Kennedy track is for when you get home and you are trying to unwind.

Grind’n lyrics by Dom Kennedy:

Grinding, damn I got good timing
Your niggas is falling off and my niggas is climbing
Run it, other people’s money
Tell em don’t leave, girl, the real niggas is coming

Comic, sell it like an onion
I Fuck with Casey Veggies, nigga, that my Lil young’un
Bumpin, on my way to function
Pull it up in the front, damn this shit look like it’s jumpin
Jumpin, this my interjection
Mom call me “Dom” and I smack her like a pumpkin
Punking, girl you really fronting
If it’s not with you, bet I be leaving here with something!
Quote it, she tryna get promoted
Take me to the bathroom and you ain’t even notice
Yeah, I guess we call that “groupie love”
I made her get in that jacuzzi: thug

[Hook]
Grinding, nigga out here shining
Early in the morning check the Rolly with the diamonds
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding..

[Verse 2 - Dom Kennedy]
Grinding, you so far behind it
I be going shopping for that shit you don’t be buying
Flying, everybody trying
Wanna be the king, but I’m a little lion
Eating, I ain’t talking vegan
We at Beni Hana like twice on every weekend
Keep it: that’s our little secret
If you don’t tell him, he would never think you cheating..
I’m ready, come give me my heady
You don’t need school, girl, you know so much already!
“Belly”, I’m like that nigga Freddy
One phone call turns these niggas to confetti
Called it, you have been demoted
Your album came out, damn and we ain’t even notice
We call that a “floppy disc”
This that Gucci/Versace shit..

[Hook]
Grinding, nigga out here shining
Early in the morning check the Rolly with the diamonds
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding..

Music video by J Cole featuring Missy Elliott performing Nobody’s Perfect.

Nobody’s Perfect Lyrics by J. Cole & Missy Elliott:

This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes
Smokin’ weed on the beach as my mind workin’ like Plato

Analyzin’ the world, fantasizin’ about girls
I’m handin’ diamonds and pearls and vandalizin’ her curls
Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out
Fuck I’m doin’ in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute
I step over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J’s, that’s death over designer
Hey Cole heatin’ up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over Dawana
Now a nigga only text and get stressed over Rihannas
I’m talkin’ tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue about the same thing
Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing?

[Missy Elliott]
Nobody’s perfect, uh, nobody’s perfect, ay… ay
But you’re perfect for me
Nobody’s perfect, uh, nobody’s perfect, ay… ay
But you’re perfect for me
We rollin’, we ridin’
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat, Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Baby I love to call your name, name, name

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Oh yeah, to my college girl, take the weekend off and come home soon
I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin’ all in your dorm room
But that thing tight like Fort Knox so I call you when the tour stops
But baby where your roommates? Did you make sure the door’s locked?
She love it when we get together, smoke a little weed but her shit together
Now that I’m on, I can pick and choose, only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose
Yeah, I heard stories about different dudes, her man on campus but it’s fine by me
Say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas, so you know you gotta multiply by 3

[Hook]

Yela spits soft bars over a smooth guitar beat, and Ed Sheeran refines the song with his soulful vocals.

London Bridge Lyrics by Yelawolf:

there wasn’t much left,
except for the last twenty sack,
and the last twenty of my last cheque,
i took a pill and went to sleep on the last step,

woke up and took it in with a half breath,
then a deep sigh, i struck a matchstick,
i lit my cigarette,
feeling half dead, whisky on my mind,

then came the dead,
sherrif in the yard, here comes the rest,
i sat like a ghost, they all passed by,
my girl cried baby this’ll be my last bye,

baby in her arms,
she took a cab home,
she told me i was only good for a sad song.

a crooked smile i gave,
nonchalant about it,
maybe she’ll come back,
this time i doubt it.

act like i care, but i really don’t,
wanted to change,
but somehow i knew i really won’t.

see i’m the type of man, who can’t stay out the bottle,
if the sun is out i’d rather be in the shadow,
sadness is like a wound that i can’t heal,
maybe i’ll love blood, i just let it spiel.

and i never turned to church for a pray in hand,
god’s not going to land another saving hand,
if the time came like it has time again,
then i would watch the clock and be late again.

one gun and a harley in the driveway,
one way out, dirt road, pathway.
put another dead butt in the ash tray.
i stand up still drunk, half baked.

cover my eyes from the bright sun blaring,
and through the fence i can see this little boy staring.
paid him no attention,
in fact i barely seen him,

until he walked away,
and he started singing
ed: london bridge is falling down, falling down
( From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/e/ed-sheeran-lyrics/london-bridge-(Ft.-yelawolf)-lyrics.html )
and if it don’t stop falling, then all of us will drown
then we’ll crash, crash, right down again
oh we’ll crash, crash, right down again.

yelawolf:
i didn’t see it coming,
i didn’t see the wall.
and i went from running, to a slow crawl.
i feel like i’m a child, but i’m afraid to cry,
would say i’m okay but i’m afraid to lie.
i speak no evil, but hear no angels.

a family is callin’ but all i see is strangers.
take the bible from the hotel drawer,
hell froze over ice cold hell’s door,
knock knock,
i’m on the salt road non stop.

the exit i will pass ’cause the sign did rot,
and the gust of a dry summer.
dirty water in the tap,
i think i found my number in the sand,

right next to an empty can.
old number seven, jack is back again.
and the voice goes round and round,
and i would take the bridge,
but i can’t forget the sound.

ed:
london bridge is falling down, falling down
and if it don’t stop falling, then all of us will drown
then we’ll crash, crash, right down again

oh we’ll crash, crash, right down again.
i’ll be coming up when the sun goes down
rolling like a rock ’til i hit the ground
running from the law but i can’t be found x 3
and we’ll crash crash right down again
oh we’ll crash crash right down again
i’ll be coming up when the sun goes down

rolling like a rock ’til i hit the ground
running from the law but i can’t be found
only my god can track me now x2
i’ll be coming up when the sun goes down

Brooklyn rapper/producer El-P just announced his new solo album, Cancer For Cure. It’ll drop May 22 and it’s definitely the album I’m anticipating most this year, especially after hearing lead single “The Full Retard”.

The Full Retard lyrics by El-P:

got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie, walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse,
prolly, got me, on a radar with a dot these, watching, plotting minions of the lower god scene,

 shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging I’m a rocky, run a hundred a mile before my coffee,
shitty little sick kid, the Gippers hitting for dolo now I’m rarified, signal lit verified bossy,
fuck your droid noise, void boys ‘noid ploy,
oi oi, i’ll rugby kick the shit out your groin boy
oi ve, the slayers of your harmony porn life, throat fuck your lucky day the flight of a torn kite
holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server, fit a Heartz with a burner, whip to the church of murder sermon,
just a cassandra too drained to painfully word it further
future of a gerbil up ass of masochist thats my word up,

so you should pump this shit like they do in the future

pump this shit,
in your floating whip system
pump this shit,
in the bread line, the prison,
pump this shit,
from the chip under your wrist skin,

I am sam, i am known to go H.A.M., the full retard
playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Beamer,
either, etherlicious or rebel yelling the theme of
son of forgotten freedom, rebel ariba riba
metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dream a,
your polluted house speaker, leader
yes indeed a, dawn of the dirt and doom draws nearer,
here’s a mirror mirror to peer, fear grows clearer,
steer a, path away from the panic of our era,
pyramided ocular, unlided insignia
weirder heres another burner born and big in ya
sector, rectified and fly sound selector,
I’m a, fucking ill, trill, kill at will etc.,
brooklyn to the basic DNA math measurer,
better leave the lion alone do not pet him he’ll
fuck start your burp hole, jet in burgundy pleather
woah

so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future

where harmony and love reign
no longer do we live in a society bent on it’s own destruction
children of every race, creed and religion frollick through fields
of golden dandelions

those who know lust trust the flow is disgust touch, producto back rap rush, you’ll notice the lad crush.
im potent, intact, a black hearted and lunged up,
tarded and touched plus designer of funk rust,
oh el is back on that shit, huh? that Paincave Kid talk, at the end of the painbow, the permanant stain bop,
maligning my name will holy ark up your squads face, viewers of the divine rage learn to worship the hard way,
you get it? i don’t fade, just float where the poem slays, at home with a roach hazed, alone or with hoes great,
i called but got a tone better boat out the borough post haste,

Stalley taps into a retro hip-hop sound with his new release called “Mind Made Up”. Check out the new track with production from Chad Hugo (The Neptunes). Enjoy.

Stalley – Mind Made Up Lyrics:

I told ‘em I’m just living my life
They say the game gone chew me alive
They said the same about juney and mike
But What they did was keep the tooly close by

So I, shoot first ask questions last protect myself at all times
Paranoia in these streets
Got me circling the ride
Old timers tried to school me to crimes
Still got locked up at one time
One time was enough
My life already rough
Trouble with these women
Who just can’t get enough
Constant headaches
The woman of your dreams
Turn into dead weight
Certain type of evils
Only can be cleansed through cathedrals
It’s funny how these streets’ll breed you
Lead you right to an early grave
Or into some type of psychotic slave
I wrote the book and made the pages turn
And through these fine linee
Teach ‘em everything I’ve learned
See the truth burn
But when that smokes clears
You’ll be happy ya still standing here
I’m trying to see the beach houses wit’ the chandeliers
That same transition will wipe out any fears
Or any doubt in my mind

[Hook]
I got my mind made up
(I got my mind made up)

[Verse 2]
Eyes on the bigger picture
Barely read the scripture
But heard every sermon
The world stay turning
Niggas keep learning
As long as they willing
I’m running off high emotions
Trying to master every feeling
They said soon I’ll hit a ceiling
But I ain’t never peaking
These watchers keep watching
And these haters keep speaking
And I’ma keep preaching

[Hook]
I got my mind made up
(I got my mind made up)

Faces is a more upbeat song like we are used to hearing from the White Dog, and even has a dubstep-type sample.

Faces Lyrics by Yelawolf:

Yeah And I’m pickin’ up another bag
And I pack another knapsack
The airport’s like a stop light to me
Sittin’ on red, green light go
Can’t see my family

My family grew into a global trance
Or fans, some may call ‘em
And it’s on the stage I stand
To jam Roxy, no wakin’ up to stop the dream
I lived the life, signed a picture
‘Cuz no dam could stop the stream
Or flood gates, I’m in the fuck trades
And a pocket fulla culture condoms
They put you on the podium for first place
But on the block, they judge you on ‘em
So
Who got the South in a six pack, and a shotgun just for show?
I’ll put the white boys back in gold teeth
Put the hood in mossy oak
I’m the
Child of a deadbeat, so I gotta give the beat some life
Beat me down with criticism, but at least the critic’s write
With a broken pen, there they go again
I’m a token man, I’m a rollin jam
Like a rollin’ stone, I’m closin in
I’m goin home, I’m home again
Bring it back up in the UK
With a Dixie flag and a sixteen pack
Catfish Billy, hell, you say
I’m just bein’ blunt, homie
Keep the grass

[Hook: Ed Sheeran]
You changed me
Into what I am now
You made me
It was something I was always gonna be
It seems these broken dreams don’t lie
And so now my broken wings will fly

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Yeah, take one look
Better yet, take two
But if I take that break, there’s a move you made
This dude you shape will come take you back
Back to the roots I’ve been
Without a fuckin’ pot to pee in
Or a spot to sleep in
Hot or cold outside, it’s not the season
Cuz I am not the reason
That the image you’re used to seein’
Is usually being fake, so to me the hate is meaningless
Meaning yes, I’m different
Differently made
And me screamin’ the A
Is not the difference in grades
It’s the place I stayed
Cuz the schools were underpaid
The teachers taught, but to me they fought
A star that was underway
It was under Wayne, it was in my name
Michael
M.W.A
Atha
And in trouble I stayed
Breakin out of this bubble they made
Played with the dice, but I rolled that seven
And I’ll go back to heaven in a Chevrolet
Fuck the world with a tattooed hand
Committed to the words I say
A blood line’s not a family tree
It’s a needle in my skin for all to see
I ain’t never got a spring break tattoo drunk
But I drink and take the ink

[Hook: Ed Sheeran]
You changed me
Into what I am now
You made me
It was something I was always gonna be
It seems these broken dreams don’t lie
And so now my broken wings will fly

Wiz Khalifa forthcoming mixtape Taylor Allderdice, is officially seven days away. So he decided to release a new track via Twitter, with the Californian resident Fashawn that you won’t find on the mixtape. Check It Out And Enjoy!

Mt. Money Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa & Fashawn:

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