Animal - Lyrics - Hysteria - Def Leppard

Title: Animal
Album: Hysteria
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Joseph Elliott, Richard Allen, Phil Collen, Steve Clark, Mutt Lange, Rick Savage

Lyric:
A wild ride, over stony ground
Such a lust for life, the circus comes to town
We are the hungry ones, on a lightning raid
Just like a river runs, like a fire needs flame
Oh, I burn for you

I gotta feel it in my blood, whoa, oh
I need your touch don't need your love, whoa, oh
And I want, and I need, and I lust, animal
And I want, and I need, and I lust, animal

I cry wolf, given mouth to mouth
Like a movin' heartbeat, in the witching hour
I'm runnin' with the wind, a shadow in the dust
And like the drivin' rain, hey, like the restless rust
I never sleep

I gotta feel it in my blood, whoa, oh
I need your touch don't need your love, whoa, oh
And I want, and I need, and I lust, animal
And I want, and I need, and I lust, animal

Huh! Oh! Cry wolf baby, cry tough
Gonna hunt you like an, uh, uh, animal
Gonna take your love n' run

I gotta feel it in my blood, whoa, oh
I need your touch don't need your love, whoa, oh
And I want, and I need, and I lust, animal
And I want, and I need, and I lust, animal

And I want
(And I want)
And I need
(And I need)
And I lust
(And I lust)
Animal
(Animal)

And I want
(Take me)
And I need
(Tame me)
And I lust
(Make me)
Animal
(Your Animal)

And I want
(Show me)
And I need
(Stroke me)
And I lust
(Let me be your)
Animal
(Animal)

And I want
(I want)
And I need
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And I lust
Animal
(Animal)

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Free Mumia - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: Free Mumia
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Hokiem Green, Vincent Morgan, Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Knowledge, where the people at?
Free Mumia, Channel Live
(KRS-One, come and represent)
(The wisdom)
Free Mumia

Everywhere I look there's another house negro
Talkin' about they people and how they should be equal
They talkin' but the conversation ain't goin' nowhere
You can't diss hip-hop, so don't you even go there
C. Delores Tucker, you wanna quote the scripture
Everytime you hear nigga, listen up sista

I met up with this girl named Delores, a prankster
I said, "I MC", she said, "You're a gangster"
But she was caught up, she hit the floor like a break dance
Wrapped her up like the arms in a B-boy stance

Recognize moms, I'm one of your sons, I'm hip-hop
In the form of Channel Live and KRS-One
Representin' MC's across America
She said, "You're the one who be causin' all that mass hysteria"

Wisdom shall come out of the mouths of babes and sucklings
But you blinded by cultural ignorance and steady judging
But judge not, lest ye may be judged
For the judgment ye judge, ye shall surely be judged, you gets no love

She said, "I like it, that's why I jock it"
Then I said, "You only on my back because I fill brother's pockets"
Got 'em drivin' Benzes Jeeps and Rolls Royces
Attackin' me will leave youth with no voices

The choice is yours not mine, hang with me
I'll have you freestyle and bombin' graffiti
We can cut it up like like wax
Claimin' I, 'cause violence but America was violent before rap, fact

Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia

Wild recital, I kicks the vital, like the Final Call
As I watch, Babylon fall
I had to Rush Limbaugh, get that pig with an axe
Tuffy dips to the side, buckin' cannons that's phat

Because he censors the uses of the metaphor
You can get the dick bum up
Because it's you that brings the, real horrorcore
Expenditures forgettin', gut from the poor

Why sure, back before we were born they sold us out
Yeah, Dade Jackson we know what you about
You'se a slave Mason, not a free Mason
Before long the Goddess Tiamat through hip-hop you'll be facin'

Don't start me, 'cause I be the, lyricist
At the nineteen ninety-nine millennium party held at Giza
Sayin' he's a, fraud, oh my Goddess
Never in your life should you disrespect an artist

Instead, focus your attention on astronomy
And the up and coming, shift in the economy
If you can't do that, then heed the final call
To free Mumia, Abu-Jamal

Hate to be so rough, it could be the White Owls
House niggaz are full of crap, like my Colin Powell
Kickin' vowels, is how we relieve the tension
Until we start to bounce white people like suspension
(Revolution)

You paint the pictures, the black man on the corner
But tell me, who blew up Oklahoma?
The City, ain't no pity, for the beast
It's Hakim that voice from the East

Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia

Buck buck, buck buck buck
It sound like gunshots but it could be the plot
Of a chicken, definition, is what you're missin'
And listen to your children instead of dissin' 'em

Senator Dole doesn't understand the young people
Like they be sayin' want to, but we be sayin' wanna
They gettin' dumber every summer as they walk the rope
Maybe because they cannot understand the quotes

Word, in actuality, this Norman Bates mentality
Always seems to represent, minus three-sixty percent
For degrees full circle, dead from the purple
Rays of the sun, I gots melanin so check it

Bag your nuts quick or get sick from being naked
Suspect it, was it a means for the end
For just a few to drive the Benz while you eat the pigskins
Turned you into mannequins, 'cause the trick of technology

A revelation, revalations
Sensation gives me inspiration of revolution
That's my solution, there will be no sequels
I'm Audi hundred forty four thousand with my people

From Caligula to Hitler, now it's Schwartzeneggar
A lust for the violence is the science of their behavior
Who enslaved ya, but the God of virtuosity
(It's the Devil)
And of the world created, could it be mental sodomy

Got my mind twisted like the blades of fonta leaf
I sit in disbelief as he crawls underneath
The rock cock back the glock, 'cause I don't trust
The Devil, I rebel until Babylon is dust

Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia

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Excitable - Lyrics - Hysteria - Def Leppard

Title: Excitable
Album: Hysteria
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Joseph Elliott, Richard Allen, Phil Collen, Steve Clark, Mutt Lange, Rick Savage

Lyric:
Are you excitable?
Are you excitable?
Are you excitable?

Are you excitable?
Are you excitable?
Are you excitable?
Are you excitable?

Stand up, say yeah, stand up
Stand up, say yeah, stand up
Never go down
Hey! Hey! Check it out!

Ah, this o-o-obsession
It's gettin' a-invitin'
A little a X-rated
A little bit excitin'

Stand up stand up say yeah
Stand up stand up
Stand up stand up say yeah
Say yeah stand up

C'mon get in the groove
You know I get so excitable
I really get so excitable
I wanna get you excitable
So c'mon, let's go! Ah, baby, don't say no

Ah, this te-te-temptation
It gets-a a-outrageous
Ha! It's such a, a sensation
A little bit co-co-contagious

Stand up stand up say yeah
Stand up stand up
Stand up stand up say yeah
Say yeah stand up

C'mon get in the groove
You know I get so excitable
I really get so excitable
I wanna get you excitable
So baby, let's go!

Are you excitable?
Are you excitable?

This o-o-obsession
Check it out, hey!

Inch by inch, mile by mile, what I do I do in style
You got your leather, lace, long and lean
Ballistic a lipstick dream machine

You got to do it!
Ah, do it, do it!
Hey, c'mon and do it!

You know I get so excitable
I really get so excitable
I wanna get you excitable
So, c'mon, let's go!

You know I get so excitable
I really get so excitable
I wanna get you excitable
So baby, let's go excitable

You know I get so excitable
I really get so excitable
I wanna get you excitable
Excitable
Excitable
Excitable

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Girls - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Girls
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Gustavo M Alvez Moretti, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
Yo, I dunno, marga man here. with the raskitdizzee rascal
Yo, walkin thru the club doors, betta make space, make way, make some more
And all the girlsthinks she det, don't know she stinks of sweat
It's marga man, Introducin live on stage in front of you
My bredrin Dizzee Rascal

As I get past the boucers, walk thru the dancefloor, onto the stage I'm glancin
Bin blessed tonite with the sight, seein all these beautiful beanies dancin
I'm usually placed infront of a crowd who push up their face and stare, and just stand
But thank god tonite its a totally different affair

I'm so excited and delight almost feel to take my hat off
To these beanies who excite me by the way they shake their back off. It's amazin
The way you lower and rise yourself again
Yo its amazin! I feel to pick up the mic and vouch for them

You know we got girls in the north, girls in the south
Girls in the east, girls in the west
Big batties, big breast, so much gash no tym to rest
Straight to the ting, no tym to caress
We don't settle for less, shines we don't settle for less
No long ting coz we don't like stress

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Cho! (rasclart!) we're havin it tonite
This big bumper slapped me in the eye (gyal made me cry)
It's so crazy, got some hot chicks and this old lady
It's so gravy, its so orange, man these girls are tick like porridge

Excuse me, we're gonna have to get rid of you
Why?

You're here, but ur bumper's still in the queue
Qui ya! Cho! Girls all over England
Knighted whips of states of kingdom

WHERE?

Swing them breast tonite, then individually left and right
Coz you see tonite, I'm gonna be a gallice, and have bare girls smoking ma chalice

YOU KNOW WHAT IM SAYING

Fight your nuts, me I'm trying to fuck YEAH

You know we got girls in the north, girls in the south
Girls in the east, girls in the west
Big batties, big breast, so much gash no tym to rest
Straight to the ting, no tym to caress
Sex, we don't settle for less, shines we don't settle for less
No long ting coz we don't like stress

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Yo, whats all the rampin and pettin about
I could giving you the fitness, wetting you out
Gimme one chance, we can dance, under the seats, cardiovascular sweatin you out
No escape, no letting you out
Not not rape, not at all, jus workin you out
I got ma hands on ur hips, cause fits, like hard low, cocking you out, rockin you out
Give a shout, give a scream, now I know ur keen, I come clean
But I maintain, skips from ur pussy lips insane
It's the word to use for when I penetrate
Cause mass hysteria and pleasure pain
Next best high to cocaine, but I can offer you triple the buzz
I'll call ma cuz, we can go again

You know we got girls in the north, girls in the south
Girls in the east, girls in the west
Big batties, big breast, so much gash no tym to rest
Straight to the ting, no tym to caress
Sex, we don't settle for less, shines we don't settle for less
No long ting coz we don't like stress

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

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Gods Of War - Lyrics - Hysteria - Def Leppard

Title: Gods Of War
Album: Hysteria
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Joseph Elliott, Richard Allen, Phil Collen, Steve Clark, Mutt Lange, Rick Savage

Lyric:
Feelin' like it's all over
Feelin' like there's no love
Feelin' like it's not easy
Breathin' life in the dust

On a countdown to zero
Take a ride on the nightmare machine
There ain't gonna be heroes
There ain't gonna be anything, oh

Here it comes, here comes the night
Here it comes, hell in the night
Here it comes, here comes the night

When we all fall down
When we walk into silence
When we shadow the sun
When we surrender to violence, oh

Then the damage is done
Put away that gun
I don't wanna be there
I don't wanna be anywhere, oh

Here it comes, here comes the night
Here it comes, hell in the night
Here it comes, here comes the night
That's right

We're fightin' for the Gods of war
But what the hell we fightin' for?
We're fightin' with the Gods of war but I'm a rebel
And I ain't gonna fight no more, no way

On a countdown to zero
Take a ride on the nightmare machine
There ain't gonna be heroes
There ain't gonna be anything, no

Here it comes, here comes the night
Here it comes, hell in the night
Here it comes, here comes the night
Don't ya know that's right

We're fightin' for the Gods of war
But what the hell we fightin' for?
We're fightin' with the Gods of war
And I ain't gonna fight no more
(Stop)

Stop fightin' for the Gods of war
(Stop fightin' for the Gods of war)
Yeah what the hell we fightin' for?
(What in the hell we fightin' for?)
We're fightin' with the Gods of war

Heavy

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Life On The Street - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Life On The Street
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): W Jennings, J Sample

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Lyric:
Mass hysteria, illusion, widespread across the world
Riots are reported in London and the United Nations
Is calling for an emergency meeting

Ayo back in the day I sold hand to hand crack
Escapin' jail all day to get my money back
Starving' so bad that my stomach touched my back
Anywhere that I went yo I didn't know how to act

Oh, his chain is phat, fuck that, snatch that, flash the gat
When really all I wanted to do was rap, one two y'all
I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back
Cla clack take that, catch a heart attack

I am the illest MC on the streets today
But fans say wack rappers shouldn't come my way
But I say I destroy crews like an AK
Well okay, please explain why you talk this way

'Cause you can sell a million records and be wack, word up
You can have mad skills and don't sell jack
It got my brain racin', heart pacin', fightin' incarceration
On the internet in front of the whole nation

In front of the judge with a grudge and no budge
And no love, that's how it is when you a thug
If push comes to shove I rise above
And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

Me and my peeps on the creep, deep like sleep
Hip in heat in the seat of the jeep
The more I try to get out, the more I realize I can't
So I roll with the beat and sing the war chant

The power and the struggle in the concrete jungle
And the troubles in the rubbles of the brothers on the bubble
And yeah I heard your story, you fuckin' niggas bore me
On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory

You ask Joe, you sad as John Doe
You can fool some heads but the real niggas know, word up
Niggas try to get on the mic with no skills
I got one question for you, how that shit feel?

You feel you keepin' it real but you fake as a three dollar bill
My grandmother got more skill
My man A+ put the bug in my ear
But don't make me open that door and have to go there
Because

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

Truthfully, I went from havin' nothing to eat, to eatin' a feast
I went from chillin' on the streets to livin' in phat suites
I went from a twenty four hour a day crime wave
To workin' in the studio with E gettin' paid

And it ain't no mystery people know the history behind me
And if you don't ask somebody on the street
But Murray never worry, the girls love me very
Make a hit record quick fast in a hurry

Total captivation, domination with conversation
That'll be talked about by the younger generation
Remedial MCs always implement violence
That's because they ain't got no talent

So I suggest you rest and learn about the heart in your chest
Nevertheless, fuck who's bein' the best
More small rappers unite for world peace, word up
And take back our streets, yo

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

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Love And Affection - Lyrics - Hysteria - Def Leppard

Title: Love And Affection
Album: Hysteria
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Joseph Elliott, Richard Allen, Phil Collen, Steve Clark, Mutt Lange, Rick Savage

Lyric:
You got the fire, baby, I got the heat, can you handle it?
I got the time, baby, you got the need, oh surrender it

Oh, it's a passion crime with a danger sign, oh, can you handle it?
You're just another girl, I'm just another man, it's just another night

Don't gimme love and affection or what you think it should be
Don't gimme love, the wrong reason, yeah, it don't matter to me

I got the heart, baby, you got the beat, take a chance on me
We got the night baby, we got the dream, oh imagine it

Oh, it's a passion crime with a danger sign, oh, can you handle it?
You're just another girl, I'm just another man, it's just another night

Don't gimme love and affection or what you think it should be
Don't gimme love, the wrong reason, yeah, it don't matter to me

I don't need your understandin', oh babe, can't you understand me?
Come on, try it and see

Oh, it's a passion play in a different way, oh can you handle it? Yeah
You're just another girl, I'm just another man, it's just another night

Don't gimme love and affection or what you think it should be
Don't gimme love, the wrong reason, yeah, it don't matter to me

I don't need your understandin', oh babe, can't you understand me?
I don't need it, don't need your heart, no understandin', no affection

Don't give me love and affection, don't gimme love, gimme what you got
I don't need it, I don't need your understandin'

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Love Bites - Lyrics - Hysteria - Def Leppard

Title: Love Bites
Album: Hysteria
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Joseph Elliott, Richard Allen, Phil Collen, Steve Clark, Mutt Lange, Rick Savage

Lyric:
{I thought he might, so I did}

When you make love, do you look in the mirror?
Who do you think of, does he look like me?
Do you tell lies? And say that it's forever
Do you think twice, or just touch and see
Ooh, babe
Ohh, yea

When you're alone, do you let go?
Are you wild an' willin or is it just for show?
Ooh, c'mon

I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it
No

Love bites, love bleeds
It's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies
It's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads
It's what I need

When with you, are you somewhere else?
Am I gettin' through or do you please yourself?
When you wake up, will you walk out?
It can't be love if you throw it about

Ooh, babe
I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
Oh

Love bites, love bleeds
It's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies
It's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads
It's what I need

Oh yea
I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it
No

Love bites, love bleeds
It's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies

Love bites, love bleeds
It's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies
It's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads
It's what I need

{If you've got love in your sights
Watch out
Love bites}

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Pink Cookies - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Pink Cookies
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, David Porter, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
The act of makin love is

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

I'll take 30 electric chairs
And put'em in a classroom
30 MC's
And set'em free from thier doom
Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
When we begin
The wheel of furtune it spins
Holdin'
The rhythm like elastic
Moldin'
Your whole body like plastic
So why try to deny what ya already know ya love
Up above
Cause the mania
Hysteria
In the streets
While ya lovers gettin merrier
In the sheets
I met this lady named
Sweet young thing and
She gave me that feelin
That sunshine bring in
Hordable
Sportable
Totally affordable
Silky smooth
Voice was real audible
I said your cool as Ice Cuba
She said, "your that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
Naw
I'm like your Uncle baby
The style of your beautiful face
Drives me crazy
Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?
She said, "You tried to play me
Like Big Dad-dy."
I said, "I know your Tribe
I Called and re-Quested
For you to be manifested."
She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
Make ya feel Bran Nubien
In-stant-ly
Boogie Down
And check this Production
Gimme them lips
They look good for suction
She said, "Sweet tease
Cool with a little almond joy
On the side
Just doin' the fly"
You like poundcake?
Comin' to my house
Turn on the lights
And see me on the couch
I said, "Do the jingle
And your from around the way
I like your earrings
L's
But anyway
Your grand-daddy is
Here to spread cheer
Somethin nice and smooth
With my tounge in your ear
Give me a snack
Some Salt And Pepper on a burger
Ice Cube T
Or if you prefer the
Taste of honey Kid
Ride in my Capri and
That's the joint
They got the real clear CD in
She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car
I don't know what type of man ya are
You might know karate
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

She was Chubb-y and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part of my private stock and
Ridin in the relax
Frame of mind and
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm
Hammer timin
Incredible
So edible
And unforgettable
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love to get with you
Cause I'm the type of guy that got props do
Feel it in mo and more
When I get ready for a showcase
Put together well
I go deep
And have an oil well
Show and tell
I said, "Yo-Yo
You're so intelligent
And elegent."
I n-I never Run to be D
With another MC
I got what I want
Right in front of me
I know a kid named K
He's a MD
Last time I heard
Yo, was gettin real friendly
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky or Mike is next on the list
Nastified and all-funkified
Come'on
Come'on
Come'on
Ride
Can you hear?
Never fear
Whatcha hear
What ya hear
Is it clear?
Understand
And love ya big dear
And I will appear
My dear
With a beer
And bags full of cheer
And waterbed
YEAH
Cause I rumble and groan
She said, "You got to be bad to
Make the moanie moan."
Ain't no reason to front
On the way your life shown
Booyaa
How I'm jumpin' your bones
Like a Grand
Master in a Flash
Put out your cigarette
And rest your tired ash
All I wanna do
Is make woopie
Your my pink cookie
Not a wookie
When you take it off
I'd love a lookie
Cause I'ma mix it up toss style
Peace out
You got the sexual profile

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

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Chemical Euphoria - Lyrics - Saints Will Conquer (Live) - Armored Saint

Title: Chemical Euphoria
Album: Saints Will Conquer (Live)
Artist: Armored Saint
Composer(s): J Bush, D Prichard, G Sandoval, J Vera

Lyric:
Mirror, mirror is on the shelf
Found another way to ruin and waste my health
Took to the flame put the blade away
Just cut my lifeline quickly in half today

Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria won't get off my back
Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria speeds my heart attack

When it rains, it pours and man, I'd say
"Looks like it's time to build an arc today
Absorb me to a pleasant void somewhere temptation
Can't link it's hand to destroy"

Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria won't get off my back
Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria speeds my heart attack

The heart attack
Addicted and there's no release
Addicted won't you help me please
Oh, how the road bends off the deep end

Mirror, mirror is on the shelf
Can't find satisfaction 'til I help myself
Took to the flame put the blade away
Here come the lookout, what a price to pay?

Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria won't get off my back
Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria speedin' up the heart attack
Chemical euphoria, chemical euphoria, chemical euphoria

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Crying At The Discoteque - Lyrics - Alcazar

Title: Crying At The Discoteque
Artist: Alcazar
Composer(s): Nile Rodgers, Michael Dimitrios Goulos, Anders Erik Hansson, Anders Wollbeck, Magnus Bengt Baard, Bernard Edwards

Lyric:
Downtown's been caught by the hysteria
People scream and shout
A generation's on the move
When disco spreads like a bacteria
These lonely days are out
Welcome the passion of the groove

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down
You spin me around
I stand on the borderline

Cryin' at the discotheque
Cryin' at the discotheque
I saw you cryin'
I saw you cryin' at the discotheque
I saw you cryin'
I saw you cryin' at the discotheque

Tonight's the night at the danceteria
The joinin' of the tribe
The speakers blasting clear and loud
The way you dance is our criteria
The D.J. takes you high
Let tears of joy baptise the crowd

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down
You spin me around
I stand on the borderline

Cryin' at the discotheque
Cryin' at the discotheque
I saw you cryin'
I saw you cryin' at the discotheque
I saw you cryin'
I saw you cryin' at the discotheque

The passion of the groove
Generation on the move
Joinin' of the disco tribe
Let the music take you high

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down
You spin me around
I stand on the borderline

Cryin' at the discotheque
Cryin' at the discotheque
Cryin' at the discotheque
...

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Peruvian Skies - Lyrics - Once In A Livetime (Live) - Dream Theater

Title: Peruvian Skies
Album: Once In A Livetime (Live)
Artist: Dream Theater
Composer(s): Michael Portnoy, Derek G. Sherinian, John Petrucci, John Myung

Lyric:
There, there it is
I swear he's gonna murder that poor kid
Wait, I hear it again
Don't turn on the lights until we hear the way it ends

Under Peruvian skies Vanessa regretfully waits
The story unfolds in her eyes
Where midnight hysteria's no big surprise
Battered and bruised, always confusing
The love that she's losing for hate
Poor Vanessa, poor, poor Vanessa

Hey, I hope you know
I'm taking all of this with me when I go
Shame, you're not to blame
I'm the monster you created in your daddy's name

Under Peruvian skies Vanessa regretfully waits
The story unfolds in her eyes
Where midnight hysteria's no big surprise
Battered and bruised, always confusing
The love that she's losing for hate
Poor Vanessa, poor Vanessa

Terror by night, liar by day
Telling her secrets won't take them away

Under Peruvian skies Vanessa regretfully waits
The story unfolds in her eyes
Where midnight hysteria's no big surprise
Battered and bruised, always confusing
The love that she's losing for hate

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Suicide Terrorist - Lyrics - Enemy of God - Kreator

Title: Suicide Terrorist
Album: Enemy of God
Artist: Kreator
Composer(s): Miland Petrozza

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Lyric:
Suicide terrorist
Bringing worldwide death
Random killing
Cruelty obsessed

Tool for those who know no compromise
Dictating, demanding lives
Leaders breathing hell
Cities burn the day you die now

Suicide terrorist, living sacrifice
Nameless icon within blood baptized
For the victory of brand new lies
Your life shall be the price

Suicide terrorist
Religious divide
Fearless killing
Aggression redefined

Socialists and capitalists fall
No front line and no rules to this war
Let battle commence
The world will learn the day you die now

Suicide terrorist, living sacrifice
Nameless icon within blood baptized
For the victory of brand new lies
Your life shall be the price

Eradication cleansing of the west
Fragment of hypocrisy won't last
A man made pandamonium absurd
Hysteria breeding hell on earth

Suicide terrorist bringing worldwide death
Random killing, cruelty obsessed
Tool for those who know no compromise
Dictating and demanding one hundred thousand innocent lives

Suicide terrorist, living sacrifice
Nameless icon within blood baptized
Socialists and capitalists fall
Self imposed martyr in a holy war

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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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Theives In The Night - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Theives In The Night
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Talib Kweli, Charles Njapa, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
Yo Dee, what? Come on
What? What? Come on

"Give me the fortune, keep the fame", said my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he thought about it was like, "I'm clueless, why?"

The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow comin' later than usual
Waitin' on someone to pity us

While we findin' beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell
You know what I mean? Pesos, Francs, Yens
Cowrie Shells, Dollar bills or is it the mind state that's ill?

Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
What's the deal?

A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be recitin' my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought
That my man Louis statements just provoked

Caught up in conversations of our personal worth brought up
Through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means bustin' gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with God without faith
All of that is illusionary, raise my son
No vindication of manhood necessary

Not strong, only aggressive, not free, we only licensed
Not compassionate, only polite, now who the nicest?
Not good but well behaved, chasin' after death
So we can call ourselves brave, still livin' like mental slaves

Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice
Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice

Yo, I'm sure that everybody out listenin' agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin' in place, chasin' the style
Be a lot goin' on beneath the empty smile

Most cats in my area be lovin' the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camouflages
More than usually, speakin' loudly, sayin' nothin'
You confusin' me, you losin' me

Your game is twisted, want me enlisted in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin' glass
Walkin' the street, wonderin' who they be lookin' past

Lookin' gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright but the light rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this

Screamin' brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's just another clever Jedi Mind Trick
That they been runnin' across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin', there's never no in between
We either niggaz or kings, we either bitches or queens

The deadly ritual seems immersed in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth

Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin' that be fillin' up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you

Not strong, only aggressive, 'cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed, not live, we just excitin'
'Cause the captors own the masters to what we writin'

Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved 'cause the camera survey
Most of the things that we think, do or say

We chasin' after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin' to live life in the sight of God's memory like that y'all

A lot of people don't understand the true criteria of things
Can't just accept the appearance
Have to get the true essence
They ain't lookin' around

Not strong, only aggressive, not free, we only licensed
Not compassionate, only polite, now who the nicest?
Not good but well behaved, chasin' after death
So we can call ourselves brave, they'rel livin' like mental slaves

Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice
Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice

Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice
Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice

Stop hidin', stop hidin', stop hidin' yo' face
Stop hidin', stop hidin' 'cause ain't no hidin' place
Stop hidin', stop hidin' stop hidin' yo' face
Stop hidin', stop hidin' 'cause ain't no hidin' place

Said, there ain't no hidin' place
Said, there ain't no hidin' place
Said, there ain't no hidin' place
Said, there ain't no hidin' place

Said, there ain't no hidin' place
But stop hidin' yo' face, you can stop hidin' yo' face
Stop hidin', stop hidin', stop hidin' yo' face

We take the Black Star line, ride on home
We take the Black Star line, ride on home
We take that Black Star line, ride on home
We take that Black Star line, ride on home

Be real, be sure, keep shinin'

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Volume Of Neglect - Lyrics - Napalm Death

Title: Volume Of Neglect
Artist: Napalm Death
Composer(s): Mitchell Harris

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Lyric:
Speculate freely
Begrudge me intensely
Lacking a conscience
Lacking intelligence

Lesser than nothing
Lower than everything
As you drain our vitality
To a mundane reality

A form of therapy
Without compensation
A vague psychology
Free from obligation

Intercept the negligence
Accept the consequence
Amongst Barbaria
Mass hysteria

Opposite in a sign to abide
When the future is ours to decide
We continue to watch and observe
Just to find out what purpose it serves

Paralyzed
A spectacle for all to see
Happiness within our grasp
But out of reach

Volume of neglect
Forcibly expressed
Volume of neglect
Forcibly expressed

Devastate
A silhouette
Calm and serene

Abandon
A systematic
Insane routine

Volume of neglect
Forcibly expressed
Volume of neglect
Forcibly expressed

Opposite in a sign to abide
When the future is ours to decide
We continue to watch and observe
Just to find out what purpose it serves

Volume of neglect
Volume, volume of neglect
Volume

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Where Ya From - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Where Ya From
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): 8-Ball Mo Suave House, Albert J Johnson, T Jones, Kejuan W Muchita, P Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, infamous in ya area
Eightball in ya area
About to 'cause mass hysteria

Yo, ashes to ashes big gats to little
I put it to you clear while you cats talkin' riddles
Snake and buck at me, if you did I'd say you got lucky
Trained to tread through land to get muddy

Ayo, blood rap, survival of the fifth style cat
I puts it down blow a round at your baseball cap
Pee, Niggas saying damn why I be like that
Listen close you can learn from it, it's real black

Gangsta shit makes the world rotate
If eight was all make a nigga wanna gain some weight
Fat belly black motherfuckin' D O G
And I'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin' for me

Ayo, fuck where you at kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood

Live and direct from the south to your stereo
Prepare for bustin' and dumpin' okay player here we go
Strapped with infrared raps when I hit the traps
Crack the wack into pieces when I hit the track

Like stone to glass I shatter they raggedy ass
South style waivin' my motherfuckin' soldier rag
A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle
Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas buck wild

The root to all evil daily I chase it
Blow it on weed and drink then hustle to replace it
It's hard from the start where I lay my head
We get rowdy and bust shots till we raise the dead

Yo, fuck where you at kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas

Feel my though, you don't want to get filled up with holes
Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose
Wipin' her tears 'cause somethin' on your top got shot
Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block

Fuck, leavin' without it dunn I'd rather get knocked
Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot
For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore
Even though she get my dick harder than the parole board

Stick and move, slide in, slide out big guns
Mack Milly prepare to mob you steel phillies
Connected with Eightball Dunn so what's the drilly
Out to take it all if you wit me then feel me

Don't get yourself shot, bleedin' to death hops
I pop canners off leave a nigga head whopped
A maverick my H K will work magic
You'll find yourself in the O R for talkin' that shit

Street justice I tip the scale over cousin
I hold more weight you just a no name nigga frontin'
Get your hardware lets treat it like a contest
And we can dance till one of us drop from being hit

Murda Muzik my street life influenced it
It's so real bredren I wouldn't test it I rep it
A renegade crack your top like devil spring
Vigilante niggas know the song I sing

It go, fuck where you at kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
No mistakes for the fake no escape
Chop them boys up and puttin' it in their face

Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my ice pick niggas one
To all my dunns tryin' to get the fuck up out of the sprungs

Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood

Fuck where you at kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas

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You Bowed Down - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: You Bowed Down
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
I expect you're entitled to know why I'm making contact
With acquaintances scattered all over the land
I'd promise you now and again that I'd honor the contract
If it hadn't crumbled away in my hand

So we broke that vow independently now
But I don't know why you absolutely deny

You bowed down
(You bowed down, you bowed down)
You bowed down
(You bowed down, you bowed down)

When you first looked away I might say it was really a kindness
It must have hurt you to see how dreams sour
Now they say that justice and love
Are the next things to blindness

Well, you're getting plenty of both of them now
And so you parade where appointments are made
And never meant to be kept unless you accept

You bowed down
(You bowed down, you bowed down)
You bowed down
(You bowed down, you bowed down)

You value the burnt amber of falling leaves
And you long to delay
As you feel their breath as they whisper
"It won't hurt you now to betray if you just bow down"

And now every time that we meet on the edge of hysteria
You're helping them sell off some new party line
I remember a time when you would have seemed so superior
Now you say, "Will you please meet this good friend of mine?"

So you're in demand as long as you kiss their hand
But all the applause is for their name, not yours

You bowed down
(You bowed down, you bowed down)
You bowed down
(You bowed down, you bowed down)

You bowed down
(You bowed down, you bowed down)
You bowed down
(You bowed down, you bowed down)

You bowed down
You bowed down
You bowed down
You bowed down

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Women - Lyrics - Hysteria - Def Leppard

Title: Women
Album: Hysteria
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Joseph Elliott, Richard Allen, Phil Collen, Steve Clark, Mutt Lange, Rick Savage

Lyric:
In the beginning, God made the land
Then He made the water and creatures, then He made man
He was born with a passion, love and hate
A restless spirit with a need for a mate
But there was somethin' missin', somethin' lost
So He came with the answer, here's what it cost
One part love, one part wild, one part lady, one part child

I give you
(Women, women)
Lots of pretty women
(Men, men)
They can't live without them
(Women, women)
Lots of pretty women
(Men, men)
They can't live without them

And in the garden, lust began
The animal instinct, the wanton man
She fed him with a hunger, an appetite
And fillin' with emotion he took a bite
It was one part love, one part child
One part lover, one part wild

I give you
(Women, women)
Lots of pretty women
(Men, men)
They can't live without them
(Women, women)
Lots of pretty women
(Men, men)
They can't live without them

Skin on skin
Let the love begin
Women

It was one part love, one part wild
One part lover, one part child
A whole lotta fire, a little bit of ice
A whole lotta somethin' you can't sacrifice

(I give you)
Hair, eyes, skin on skin
(Legs)
Legs
(Thighs)
Thighs
What's that spell?
(Spell, what's that spell?)
(What's that spell?)
What's that spell?
(What's that spell?)
(Women, women)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

(Women)
Women
(Women)
Callin' every girl
(Women women)
All around the world
(Women)
Women
(Women)
Oh, we can't live without them
(Women)
Women

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