Almost Doesn'T Count - Lyrics - Mark Wills

Title: Almost Doesn'T Count
Artist: Mark Wills
Composer(s): Shelly Peiken, Guy Roche

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Lyric:
Almost made you love me, almost made you cry
Almost made you happy, baby, didn't I, didn't I?
You almost had me thinkin' you were turned around
But everybody knows, almost doesn't count

Almost heard you saying you were finally free
What was always missing for you, babe, you found it in me
But you can't get to heaven half off the ground
Everybody knows, almost doesn't count

I can't keep lovin' you one foot outside the door
I hear a funny hesitation of a heart that's never really sure
Can't keep on tryin' if you're looking for more
Than all that I could give you than what you came here for

Gotta find somebody not afraid to let go
Want a no-doubt be-there kind of girl, you came real close
But every time you built me up you only let me down
And everybody knows, almost doesn't count

I can't keep lovin' you one foot outside the door
I hear a funny hesitation of a heart that's never really sure
Can't keep on tryin' if you're looking for more
Than all that I could give you than what you came here for

Maybe you'll be sorry, maybe you'll be cold
Maybe you'll come runnin' back from the cruel, cruel world
You almost convince me, you're gonna stick around
But everybody knows, almost doesn't count

Maybe I'll be here, maybe I'll see you 'round
That's the way it goes, almost doesn't count

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Close My Eyes Forever - Lyrics - Lita - Lita Ford

Title: Close My Eyes Forever
Album: Lita
Artist: Lita Ford
Composer(s): Lita Ford, Ozzy Osbourne

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Lyric:
Baby I get so scared inside
And I don't really understand
Is it love that's on my mind
Or is it fantasy?

Heaven is in the palm of my hand
And it's waiting here for you
What am I supposed to do
With a childhood tragedy?

If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain the same?

Sometimes, it's hard to hold on
So hard to hold on to my dreams
It isn't always what it seems
When you're face to face with me

You're like a dagger
And stick me in the heart
And taste the blood from my blade
And when we sleep, would you shelter me
In your warm and darkened grave?

If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain the same?

Will you ever take me?
No, I just can't take the pain
Would you ever trust me?
No, I'll never feel the same, oh

I know I've been so hard on you
I know I've told you lies
If I could have just one more wish
I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes

If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever
Will it all remain the same? Oh yeah

Close your eyes
Close your eyes
You gotta close your eyes for me

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Ghetto Superman - Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Ghetto Superman
Album: The Phoenix
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): Lyfe Jennings

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Lyric:
Ha, ha, I'm fine y'all
It's your boy Ghetto Superman
A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a wife
What up Young Boy?

Everybody talkin' about livin' on Capital Hill
We livin' on the hill, ya know?
Talkin' about the front row, front row?
We livin' on death row

We grew up in the gutter
Eatin' peanut butter sandwiches with no jam
We looked up to the hustlers on the corner
Throat sore from screamin', "Get your money man"

Had dreams of movin' on up to the big leagues
Like George, Weezy and Florence
But it's kinda hard when police is havin' you killed
Resurrected, rearrested for old bench warrants

Yeah, it's a struggle man, but we handle it the best we can
Only difference between folks that's free and folks in jail
Is some of us got caught on our way to Heaven
Takin' the shortcut through Hell

Ghetto Superman, faster than a speeding Cadillac
Able to leap tall buildings
When police is on your back, yeah
It's a bird, it's a plane, no

It's Ghetto Superman, talk slick as Republicans
Sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam
Your friendly neighborhood Superman

If you played on my playground
You'd be used to hearin', "Stay down, they shootin'"
Lost my daddy in a shoot out, chest all blew out
Another family ruined

Had dreams of findin' a good job
So he wouldn't have to rob niggas, I'm a stick up kid
Finally get what we deserved
Instead of havin' to take what they give us

Yeah, it's a struggle man but we takin' it
One bullet at a time
But it's kinda hard to get that monkey off your back
While that monkey still on your mind, on your mind

Superman, faster than a speeding Cadillac
Able to leap tall buildings
When police is on your back, yeah
It's a bird, it's a plane, no

It's Ghetto Superman, talk slick as Republicans
Sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam
Your friendly neighborhood Superman

It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all

It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all

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Get Down - Lyrics - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - Everlast

Title: Get Down
Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Erik Schrody

Lyric:
Get down, get down, get down
I see everybody rockin' the same old style
And everyone's sportin' the same profile
And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands

I hear everybody jackin' these played out jams
I won't reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands
I rock mikes and roll bikes, I cross foreign lands
I made my bones out in zones where the twilight be

And every time I touch a mic
It's Fright Night Part Three
For every MC that wanna test and try
In your custom made wears

Thinkin' you too fly
Makin' up in gold chains
What you're lackin' for brains
It's time to call your ma, Duke

Scoop up your remains
And finally lay to rest all the shit you stressed
Of boastin' and braggin' about the toes you taggin'
I'm knock knock knockin' on heaven's door

While every rapper that you simmed
Is pimped like a whore
You see your talk is eighteen
Three quarters past four

When your doctor slaps my ass
Hear the lion roar
The record sales soared
And the world got toured

You say, what happened to my band
I say, I just got bored
Now they call me Whitey Ford
And I say praise the Lord

Find me breakin' up your crews
Catch me singin' the blues
Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King
It's Abdul Rakim, now watch me do my thing

Down down, you go
Down down, so low
Down down till you hit the floor
Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no more

You go point blank range
With the scope he's knockin'
The Psycho might change
But there ain't no stoppin'

The moon's on the rise
When the sun start droppin'
And y'all need to quit the bullshit you poppin'
'Cause I've been hip hoppin' since BDP

Rock the P it's free
It's Abdul Rakim
And when referring to me
You best respect the name

Make a quick double take
And double check your game
'Cause you about to get dissed
I'm checkin' my list

When I check it over twice
It's like rollin' the dice
I hit four-five-six, I'm all up in your mix
I rock good from Hollywood

To the City of Bricks
And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it real
While you're makin' your deal
We'll be breakin' the seal

You be breakin' your vows
Like people worshippin' cows
And then I hit ya with the who's, what's, where's and how's
Like Vinny Barbarino

Matt Gachino
I'm with my man Rino
With the Brooklyn Lordz
Crashin' the boards with my soul in a hole

I take it back to the future
From the days of old
I'm too cold to hold
Too hot not to burn ya

Don't stick your nose in business that don't concern ya
Might have to trip
And flip like Ike Turner
You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna learn ya

Down down, you go
Down down, so low
Down down till you hit the floor
Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no more

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Jailhouse Rock - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Jailhouse Rock
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller

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Lyric:
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was a purple gang

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Number 47 said to number 3
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, Rock, Rock

Sad Sack was sittin' on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin' all alone
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake
No one's lookin', now's the chance to make a break"
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

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It'S Murda (Freestyle) - Lyrics - Blood In My Eye - Ja Rule

Title: It'S Murda (Freestyle)
Album: Blood In My Eye
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Bruce Washington

Lyric:
It's Murda, it's Murda, we back up in this muthafuckar
It's Murda y'all know who we be, yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch, ya Runnin' from the back of BET either nigga, my nigga, Fatal
On tha muthafuckin' ones and twos, holla back you bitch ass, niggaz

Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series beamer, dump and lean, ya, I fell off on
A misdemeanor ride red over black madina's take crazy for genuis
Hated like Jesus Christ, my weakness have always been bad bitches
And new bills with Krisis', my thesis more than extraordinary

And that nigga that got shot nine times can tell ya' that I don't
Give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, God may I ask yo' permission
To take his life this is a man be I N C to R U L E extrordinary one
For tha ages when then sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo, moms at

Motherfuckar you hear that and I ain't talkin' about them heaven
From skies, I'm talkin' about them fire from nines or maybe
The fifty call 'cause you like five, oh, or maybe somewhere in Cal
Where you like to lay low you bitch made and I heard about that bitch
You be slayin' layin' up with some where off of Sunset

Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga, change is Loose and I got
Proof, get it, I got Proof, yo, vest is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, yeah, Murda incorporated, it's Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal nigga, it's Murda

Muthafuckas, Rule these niggas, crazy reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click believe they won't win without me, yo, I'm small
Lil' homies frail but bold went from base to some bullshit
Like Jalen Rose got my blind D O Gs readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold clean my set
Pieced out flame tha tec

Throw shots out niggas catch like Wayne Cherbet, son of a gangsta Talk dirty son I'm a bang ya, I'm tha truth with tha ox
Keep gum on tha banger, Hussein the only reason hoes chase
Tha thugs, nigga blade part two I got tha taste for blood
Log on 'Fatal.com', see fatal drop bombs more militant minded
Then y'all faded with Pac Rhymes

Clucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green out tha window
Or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen you ain't a gangsta 'em'
This is gangsta shit and 50 you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
Pac would have never did no song with no wanksta snicth
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha shit we sex, money and murda
You niggas, ain't no playin' around with this rap shit
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic

This tha city where tha skinny niggas die, no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny, niggas
Ride nigga, Hussein tha don, believe we got this shit poppin'
In this muthafucka Rule it's good and we into tha muthafuckin' club
You punk niggas, walkin' out brick city, Rule, Rap a lot, mafia
Murda, Yound D', Merc, Exsaless, these niggas, ain't ready for this Gansta shit right here, we been doing this shit for a long time

Ya'll niggas got the streets confused, nigga, we been on this
Gansta thug shit, bitch ass, niggas you know what it is
Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth, nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses, niggas, better
Gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga, Hussein Fatal nigga
Rap a lot mafia, nigga, M.I.B nigga, murder I N C bosses Rule
We here, baby, brick city jerses mafia, yeah, shadows, let's get it, yo

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N.Y. State Of Mind Part Ii - Lyrics - Nas

Title: N.Y. State Of Mind Part Ii
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Nasir Jones, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
Uh, yo, yo-yo, y'all
Whattup? Whattup
It's time man, word, it's time?
Straight up, it's time man
Aight, set that shit off
Set it off then nigga, set it off

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved me later from my block

N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin' off the stroll, coughin'
Stitches in they head, stinkin' and I dread thinkin' they be snitchin'
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?

Hustlers starve, they bust a U-e I jog
To my building, come out later wearin' camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain strangle men
Niggaz gaspin' for air till they move no more
And just stare with dead eyes

Tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin', beds is piss-infested

Had eight partners growin' up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin' it, now it's five rollin' thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggaz, went to fo' quick

When he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin'
Four niggaz still hangin', years passed and slang changin'
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real, he did the snake shit

Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin' clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin' out to the death for these ends

New York, New York
(N.Y. State Of Mind)
(N.Y. State Of Mind)

You heard about it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your papers
It's in your daily news

New York chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase, you know what I mean?
New York state of mind, baby, check it out

I'm at the, gamblin' spot, my hands on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoe box
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox

Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs
Hoodrats flashin' they tongue
Young thugs blastin' they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation

Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead
'Cause I ain't playin', niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks

Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin' with you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on 'em, you knew 'em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers

That ain't gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affidavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y. you can't live

Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South
Comin' back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin' 'round quick to split your mug

It's easy to score but it's hard to get the shit off
Niggaz fightin' over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Niggaz mad 'cause they ain't get a piece of that sale

Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it liver
A lot of niggaz scheamin', some real, some niggaz frontin'
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin'

New York, New York
New York, New York

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Unit - My Buddy - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - My Buddy
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Eric Banks, Christopher Charl Lloyde, Ennio Morricone, Marshall Mathers, Thayod Ausar, Curtis James Jackson, David Brown, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life
I'ma stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple
Stay in your place I'll recommend
Or say hello to my little friend

Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
'Cause my bud's gettin' strong and they mad him on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
And wait for me on the bench when I run to get my basketball

One sneeze will make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest, mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam, why?
'Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home

My hand bling full of platinum to shine his chrome
He even got closet space inside my home
He ain't never been broke, he glitchless
I'm so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas

Infrared beam and a scope for distance
The best company when approachin' business
He will ride with me till the end
We all got a friend and mine is a G U N

My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life
I'ma stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple
Stay in your place I'll recommend
Or say hello to my little friend

My buddy got a temper, he dyin' to pop off
Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
Take him with me to hustle, stashed him in a trashcan
My fingertips off before hours I bag grams

You meet him, your destination's Hell or Heaven
'Cause I only bring him out for that one eight seven
He don't have a heart, I just keep feedin' him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood, so his name ring bell

Miss Jones stay on the third floor
She called the cops on me
They came, I ran, I had to toss my other little homey
Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in their place, kid

I stay screamin' on niggas and beatin' up baseheads
These niggas ain't thorough
They just like to pretend, keep fuckin' 'round
They gon' say hello to my little friend, friend

My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life
I'ma stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple
Stay in your place I'll recommend
Or say hello to my little friend

We been though it all but yet we both still livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef, you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim

At first they wouldn't listen till they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know that we was ready for war
Bet the nigga wished he never stuck his head out the door

See whenever you come out, somethin' happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stopped rappin' like Pac
People see you and run, and you ain't even say shit
They just know you ain't nothin' to play with

You stay with sixteen homeys and one in the hole
When the first one get out, the next one go
To know where you headed, you got to know where you been
The glock stay with me, we friends till the end

My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life
I'ma stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple
Stay in your place I'll recommend
Or say hello to my little friend

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Renegade - Lyrics - More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape - Fabolous

Title: Renegade
Album: More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Marshall Iii Mathers, Ken Ifill, Shawn Carter, John Jackson, Ernesto Shaw

Lyric:
Uh, you think I give a fuck about
What these niggas say man
They even talked about Jesus

I ain't mad at when it rain, 'cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin'
Sorta like some clear diamonds
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin'
Some where rhymin', or somewhere climbin'

Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me
I know these grease balls, wonder how could they ever stick me

But I move, like the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, 'cause the cometary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found

So I take the time, of whatever the bench throws
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's record

And the girls more than like you, when you running around
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like you
You going on like thirty-six, flowin' on some berry mix
The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks

Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick
I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six
You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up
'Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up

I just turn the system up and keep boppin'
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin'
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection
Don't they see when I come through

How these people point in my direction
That's why I poke out my jeans
Like my joint with a erection
Till I'm in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread
It wouldn't even surprise me
If one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga

Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it
Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flippin' and pitchin'
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
Nigga you know and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent

I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap
Like a .40 Cal, spittin' on instrumentals I clap
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back

I get you murdered if I think you a rat
'Cause if you don't show loyalty
Then that show me where ya principles at
And you don't know how much I been through, in fact

I never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats
And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it
I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated
I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it

Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it
My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement
And I blow off ya head for no reason and just when I'm leavin'
You don't know me ya owe me homie
But the spread make us even, blow

And the bad part about it is man
I'm only twenty years old man
And I'm just havin' fun
Man I ain't even tryin' man

Desert Storm's youngest and in charge man
Paul Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man

Clue, holla at cha boy, Skatin' Dolla
Duro, it's our year man
Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man
You already know what it is it's a ho'cide man
Stop, "Street Dreamin"

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Talk Like Sex - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap

Title: Talk Like Sex
Artist: Kool G. Rap
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson

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Lyric:
Can't ya digit, Honey?
Rated XXX

For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef
Chicky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
Swinging' with this here stud, you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress

I'll leave you holding' your swollen backside and rolling'
Filling' all three holes just like bowline'
Don't ask me what the price is
But it's more than your battery-operated devices

And I come fully equipped
With a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip
For demonstrations, watch me slam her
You'll notice the sound of steady pounding'

Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out
I'm pounding' ya down until your eyeballs pop out
I'm not your ordinary player
Because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya

Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it
Or get sent right through it
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em
Not gentle when I stick 'em, huh

I'll leave 'em looking' like a rape victim
Any girl who steps to it
Ends up getting' their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart
I do a damn good job

That's why chicks are on my dick like a human swish kebab
Only nineteen and over permitted
No matter how much young girls wanna be with it
You ain't ready for the bed

You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head
Come back in five years
When ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinking' beers
I'm hitting' hookah by the dozen

Makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband
Gavin' ya girl back spasms
'Cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm
Change the sheets? Ya must be kidding'

Ya gotta change the whole box spring
I ain't bullshitting', you get hit with hysteria
'Cause I'm bury a big one inside your private area
All hell is in your tush

When Koo G. Rap push pushes inside this bush
Another' home girl flinches
But I got inches for all you lil' wenches
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X

An' I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
Can't ya diggit, Honey?
Rated XXX

Some say that I'm nasty plus
Hookaz are mad because they can't outlast me
Girl, you ain't too small
'Cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all

So if you're still confused when I'm screwin'
Let me explain to you exactly what I'm doin'
Exploring your body like a biologist
Inventin' new ways just like a scientist

Taggin' my name on your buns just like a printist
While I'm hurtin' your ass just like a dentist
You're so wild I feel like I'm a zoologist
Stretchin' your shit more than a gynecologist

I'm gonna twist your ass to death, miss
And when you piss, you'll see more stars than an astrologist
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin' horny
Far from corny, come and jump on me

I'm not small and all, I won't break down a stall
I drive the ass up the wall
Nuts and everything are well in shape
The only thing missin' on my dick is a cape

Let's get togetha', honey, ya never know what's next
And I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
Can't ya diggit, Honey?
Rated XXX

Big girls try to squash me
But I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me
Hit the sack 'cause I ain't jokin'
'Cause when I start pumpin' shit up, I leave it smokin'

So ya betta hold on tight all right
'Cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite
A stick, a trick and it kills her
I'm probably related to Long Dong Silver

But it gets gooder and gooder
Every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip
'Cause the only thing I'm lickin' is your ass with a whip

And it's a real freaky scene
I'm hittin' girls with their heads in a guillotine
Why? Certainly I'm squirtin'
Bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain

Pushin' your head to the pillow
And givin' more pleasure than a double-headed dildo
A big ass gives me a hard-on
But I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton

Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety
I'll fuck you on the A train while I write graffiti
In a restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven
In a cab or the back of 7-11

Whether you're white and the music you like is rock
You can come and get some hip-hop cock
Consider this dick on your clitoris
But never try to flex 'cause I'm talk like sex

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Fire Water Burn (The Roof Is On Fire) - Lyrics - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Fire Water Burn (The Roof Is On Fire)
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Richard Lee Fowler, Jimmy Franks, Charles Pettiford, Gregory Carlton Wigfall, Celite Evans, Jerry Bloodrock

Lyric:
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Hello, my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
I'm not old or new, but middle school, fifth grade, like junior high
I don't know mofo, if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props to my hoe 'cause she fly
But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as "Kid funky fried"
Yea, I'm hung like planet Pluto, hard to see with the naked eye
But if I crashed into Uranus, I would stick it where the sun don't shine
'Cause I'm kind of like Hans Solo, always stroking my own wookie
I'm the root of all that's evil, yea, but you can call me Cookie

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Yo, yo
This hardcore ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
I'm not black like Barry White, no I am white like Frank Black is
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven
This honkey's gone to heaven
But if I go to Hell, well then I hope I burn well
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye and Lawrence
Welk
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
And Webster yea Emmanuel Lewis 'cause he's the Antichrist

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

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God Made Heaven - Lyrics - Big Tent Revival

Title: God Made Heaven
Artist: Big Tent Revival
Composer(s): Stephen Aaron Wiggins

Lyric:
1, 2

Looking up for Heaven
Looking in places that you would regret
Think you found somethin'
Well here, stick around 'cause you ain't seen nothin', yet

Come on to me with your rationale
And I'll do my best to show you somehow

Might take a lifetime, might take a minute
If God made Heaven, then He wants you in it

Ever been lonely?
What am I saying, we've all been lonely
I'm here to tell you
My Lord Jesus, He's the One and only, yeah

Come on to me with your rationale
And I'll do my best to show you somehow

It might take a lifetime, it might take a minute
If God made Heaven, oh then He wants you in it

Waiting for your sun to shine
I'll wait 'til the day I die
Don't you go and wait that long
Now I want to see you there with me, yeah

It might take a lifetime, it might take a minute
If God made Heaven, then He wants you in it

Well, it might take a lifetime, it might take a minute, yeah
If God made Heaven, then He wants you in it

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Soul Music - Lyrics - White Trash Beautiful - Everlast

Title: Soul Music
Album: White Trash Beautiful
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Emile Haynie, Gilbert Caple, Erik Schrody, Deadric Malone, Joseph Scott

Lyric:
You came into my life
I don't have to wonder no more, I can feel it all in my soul
(It's soul music)
It's deep down in my soul

Feel the burn
I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(It's soul music)
I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)

Yo, I first took breath in Hemstead, long Island
Born in American ancestry from Island
You ain't knowin' me, you'd better stop smilin'
Ain't nothin' funny once my dummies start whilin'
You talkin' loud now all of a sudden it's silent
Your premonitions say, "It's about to get violent"
You want permission just to blink your own eyelids
I got my soldiers, everywhere they go, I win

No stick moves, ain't no cap peelin'
Where I come from real men don't catch feelings
We don't rhyme about fake jacks or drug dealin'
The shit I drop will leave all your brains on the ceilin'
Mass appealin', done it since the 80's
Rock rhymes for my dogs, sing songs for my ladies
Spend money like crazy, ain't got no babies
If I don't make it in Heaven, I'll run shit in hades

Now I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(It's soul music)
I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul
(It's in my soul)
(Soul music )
And I can feel a dark sensation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(Soul music)
Tryin' to find an explanation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)

Yo I shit on competition
Spit on percussion
Beats are bone crushin'
One deep I'm bum-rushin'
Guns they get stuck in, someone starts buckin'
The jewels that I'm truckin' got pimps upchuckin'
You can't hold me down
You can't hold my hand
A full grown man with the one God plan

I represent the colors that never run
God bless D.M.C., God bless reverend run
R.I.P. for the J.M.J.
Tell big and Scott Larock that we all say hey
Be like "Tupac" or be like "Kid 'n play"
Do you wanna burn out or just fade away
I can rock the mic with no delay
With my head to the ground every time I pray
You can catch a heart attack or get blown away
'Cause this type of shit happens everyday

Feel the burn
(I can feel it all in my soul)
It's soul music
(It's deep down in my soul)
Feel the burn
(It's in my soul)
It's soul music
(It's deep down in my soul)

Feel the burn
Now I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(It's soul music)
I feel the need for contemplation deep down in my soul
(It's in my soul)
(Soul music)
And I can feel a dark sensation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(Soul music)
Tryin' to find an explanation deep down in my soul
(It's deep down in my soul)
(Feel the burn)

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Thugz Mansion - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Thugz Mansion
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Claudio Cueni, Johnny Jackson, Nasir Jones, Tupac Shakur, Michael Herring, Larry Loftin

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Lyric:
I want you to close your eyes
And vision the most beautiful place in the world
If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner
Come on this journey, the best journey
Some mansion, acres of land and swimming pools
And all that, check it out

I'm capable of anythin', my imagination can give me wings
To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin' home from school on drug blocks
Missionaries pass out papers that read, "Love God"
I see faces, cases, judges and jurors
Masons, lawyers and cops
I watch because every thug's face is my mirror
But this was one in particular

This kid, he was the vintage stick em up pro
16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go
Every mornin' calls his comrade
To come and get him to smoke
He's insane, already gone mad
Blames himself for his setbacks
Dangerous street corners where his sets at
Sling from dust to dawn

Detectives act like they maniacs
Chasin' him, his ass was flarin'
Smokin' like a chimney on Remy
Of course he's not carin'
He need a place to go
To keep his mind expandin'
I give him a helpin' hand
And, bring him out to Thugz Mansion

Every corner, every city there's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool every hour, 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright, nothin' but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion

Dear Momma, don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies, I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little Latasha, sho' grown, tell the lady in the liquor store
That she's forgiven, so come home

Maybe in time you'll understand, only God can save us
When Miles Davis' cuttin' lose with the band
Just think all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace that last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face save me a place, in Thugz Mansion

Every corner, every city there's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool every hour, 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright, nothin' but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion

A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin' by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe

'Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin'
I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavenly champagne
What angels saw, with golden wings in Thugz Mansion

Every corner, every city there's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool, every hour, 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright, nothin' but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion

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Heaven'S Not Overflowing - Lyrics - Deliverance - Corrosion Of Conformity

Title: Heaven'S Not Overflowing
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Corrosion Of Conformity
Composer(s): W Weatherman, P Keenan

Lyric:
Well, I have been hunting on the one ten with Jesus for a liar
And watched an ancient man use a gun to retire
I seen the wall fall down and crush the old
So now everybody's hungry but they'd rather be cold

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Before we lose it all in time
What's deserved always get served

'Cause we stick therefore we can
'Cause we stick therefore we can
'Cause we stick therefore we can
Break down end time, hey fool haven't you heard Heaven's not overflowing

And I been to a seance for the Klu Klux Klan
I've seen a brother kill another with his own bare hand
I seen your rising son fall in your mama's eye
And now the cops got a medal but he calls it a prize

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Before we lose it all in the time
What's deserved always get served

'Cause we stick therefore we can
'Cause we stick therefore we can
'Cause we stick therefore we can
Break down end time, hey fool haven't you heard Heaven's not overflowing
Heaven's not overflowing

You know the rules only apply on the witness stand
At that you never get in trouble if you stick with your plan
That's why I'm livin for the day like a necromancer
'Cause when you go your gone, take the pain back stabber, oh stick me

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Before we lose it all in the time
What's deserved always get served

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X - Lyrics - Pain Is Love - Ja Rule

Title: X
Album: Pain Is Love
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, 7 Marcus Aurelius, C Keys

Lyric:
C'mon, let's get popped in love
I know you popular, admitted your club
But I just wanna toss you up
Before I swallow you whole I need to wash it down
Tell your girls Avion, indulge you to hang out
Intoxicate me, free your mind, free my mind, freak all night
It's evident, when two worlds collide, you're twice as hot
Wet through the new extras, get you by in life, high on life

I wonder what life would be like if no more women were dykes
And trick hard at low prices, it's a cold cold world, yeah
How do we relieve that stress X
You know, pop them thangs to get extra horny baby girl
You on one, you can't ignore me, Rule and Missy E
How you love that? With IG, it's Murda INC, nigga

Hey, get me high tonight
Take me away
Come inside my world
Come ecstasy
Let me show you love
Between you and me
Let me love you boy

You want freak, I love a lot of excitement
I excite men, I make 'em dirty and trifling
I been known to leave 'em frightening
Stifling all in love by the end of the night
And I, I want a big "Don John"
To pop a few of these and make the John last long
X, now you can serve that, 'cuz no doubt it's Murda
Ya heard that?

Hey, get me high tonight
Take me away
Come inside my world
Come ecstasy
Let me show you love
Between you and me
Let me love you boy

Yeah, now that you got me feeling, high to Heaven, knows
Tight as the pussy holes, so, Lord knows
It stick to your X-O, them hoes to freak shows
You know how it goes, comin' out of my clothes
I'm coming outta my clothes, you better, dick me down
Then uh, turn me round, then uh, lay me down
'Cuz uh, you got me high as a kite, Ja-Rule

Yo, I scream your name tonight
Let me take a look in your eyes
And see, and get in your eyes right, hypnotize like
The late B I G, hey, take me away, ecstasy
Bitch! Please, pop a few of these
And make house calls on Ja Rule twice a week, heh
You and me, love you boy, yeah

You got me high as a kite
Feels like doing somethin' freaky tonight
When I think about you and me
Feels good when your sexing me

You got me high as a kite
Feels like doing somethin' freaky tonight
When I think about you and me
Ahw, ahw it's Murda!

Hey, get me high tonight
Take me away
Come inside my world
Come ecstasy
Let me show you love
Between you and me
Let me love you boy

Hey, get me high tonight
Take me away
Come inside my world
Come ecstasy
Let me show you love
Between you and me
Let me love you boy

You got me high as a kite
Feels like doing somethin' freaky tonight
When I think about you and me
Feels good when your sexing me

You got me high as a kite
Feels like doing somethin' freaky tonight
When I think about you and me
Ahw, ahw it's Murda!

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No Lies - Lyrics - Tattooed Millionaire - Bruce Dickinson

Title: No Lies
Album: Tattooed Millionaire
Artist: Bruce Dickinson
Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson

Lyric:
No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels
No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels
No Heaven, no Heaven, no lies

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

Waitin' on a corner of a red light street
Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet
By the light of a street light moon
If you hang 'round here babe, you're leavin' soon

On the run from a country, from the law
Well, here's a safe place behind every front door
Wanna wander where the guide book doesn't go
Watchin' the windows, part of the sideshow

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

Where the money men's wallets bleed
Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs
Where the vicar goes for his sin
Where the stick up artist gets stuck in

Oh, look around here it's no big deal
For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel
Riding side saddle on a rented machine
Hang on loosely, part of the scene

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

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Nowhere Fast - Lyrics - Blazing Arrow - Blackalicious

Title: Nowhere Fast
Album: Blazing Arrow
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Mosley, Ahmir K Thompson, Tim Parker

Lyric:
Now you, now you, now you, now you, now you, whoever you are
As you're listening to what I'm going to say
Will probably not want to believe what I'm going to tell you
And there isn't any way in which I can make you believe
I can only state the facts as they are
And hope that you will really believe me

Hey yesterday, you were supposed to meet me now I got to testify
I waited hours for you, guess that all was just a lie
Quick as you stepped inside soon enough you said goodbye
Peace out! I'm gone and won't be back! I heard your echo cry
Oh how the seconds fly left without a second try
I check and try to recollect how I just let you die
And now I wallow in these severed ties
Of yesterday

Of yesterday girl, your really gone I guess that's how it just should be
I had big plans for us today but now you're history
Today's a mystery you took pieces I miss of me
I keep on diggin' deep tryin' to find that kid in me
We had some really good discussions back then, didn't we?
Befriended me but now we don't speak like we're enemies
And all I got is memories
Of yesterday

But yesterday memories are priceless and I'm really glad you left 'em
They're etched inside I take a ride when driftin' through the spectrum
It's just at times I dwell and dwell and then I have to catch up
To now I'm back in time it ceased to march it just kept on
I want you back I want you back when you was here I slept on
What I appreciate a little more now as a blessing
Now I'm complaining and regretting
About yesterday
And I'm just goin' nowhere fast

I don't try to stay here
I just fly away here
Out of my oasis
I am not complacent

I don't try to stay here
I just fly away here
Out of my oasis
I am not complacent
You're stuck in a flurry of illusions goin' nowhere fast

I am today, I'm all that ever was and ever is and uh
It is an honor, don't become a mental prisoner
Just listen to the now and keep your mind from driftin' off
I am the mission, the position of this instance uh
New opportunity to get the love you're wishin' for
To kick the door in to live for your ambitions, what?
You can move on out to elevate your existence up
Today

I'm just today, I'm just the way I am
I am ever single day I am
I'm February, April, March and even May I am
I'm only what you make me hope I'm what you pray I am
Today I am, I'm never really far away I am
You better stalk me like the hunter does the prey I am
You play I am out in the future yes today I am
I'm everything your memory say I am
Today

So seize me, I'm here to serve you if you serve me back
It's easy, but difficult that's time alone squeeze me
From beaming your feet when your all your actions turn to banking
An inkling, a hint, I'm moving faster than your blinking
So treat to just a slice of heaven why you cheat me?
Deceive me and now I'm hell inside these thoughts that link me
To flesh the soul it's bound to I was truly made to be free
Today
Instead I'm going nowhere fast

I don't try to stay here
I just fly away here
Out of my oasis
I am not complacent

I don't try to stay here
I just fly away here
Out of my oasis
I am not complacent

I'm only saying this to show how all around
Man or beast sleep away their gift of time
And never know the beauty of a good life below

I'm 'bout to change the way I'm livin' homey
I'm eatin' vegan, no ham or baloney
I'm startin' off my day with yoga stretches
I'm 'bout to master self to study lessons
I'm swearin' off the weed and alcohol
I won't be affected by doubts at all
The sky's the limit, watch I'm 'bout to ball
Tomorrow? Tomorrow

I'm spendin' every single dollar wisely
I'm writin' songs that's bumpin' like the Isleys
I'll have the answers you can all confide in me
Nothin' the day could bring that will surprise me
I'm buildin' to the fullest every minute
I'm through talkin' the talk, I'm 'bout to live it
Ain't even started yet, I'm at the finish line
Tomorrow? Tomorrow

Man I can't wait until it's here I'm sayin'
Oh what, you hatin'? What, you think I'm playin'?
You think I ain't? Just go ahead and watch me
I'll use the lessons yesterday has taught me
I'm countin' hours, minutes even seconds
Man I can't even sleep, I'll build my Heaven
Oh what, it's here? Oh, oh what, it's gone?
Don't even trip, just give me one more day
It's really gonna be on tomorrow

I don't try to stay here
I just fly away here
Out of my oasis
(You're stuck in a flurry of illusions goin' nowhere fast)
I am not complacent

I don't try to stay here
I just fly away here
Out of my oasis
(You're stuck in a flurry of illusions goin' nowhere fast)
I am not complacent

I don't try to stay here
I just fly away here
Out of my oasis
(You're stuck in a flurry of illusions goin' nowhere fast)
I am not complacent

I don't try to stay here
I just fly away here
Out of my oasis
(You're stuck in a flurry of illusions goin' nowhere fast)
I am not complacent

There we are
All finished
And you don't know how much I appreciate your pardon

Watch out blazing arrow
Do it just how you talk it
Nigga rolled in and walk it
Stick a toe in the water
Don't falter, go on and fall in

Tell me, do you know your calling?
Yo, what your mission is fella?
I caught this vision when I met a fortune teller in New Orleans

French Quarter on the bus bench an arbitrary corner
Sorta scary looking elder woman showed up outta nowhere
She stared into my eyes and said
"Sure as I breathe
You were conceived and walk the earth to
Spit that heat, purifying I believe
So are you ready for your cleansin'?
'Cause this is only the beginning"
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