Baby Gotterdamerung - Lyrics - Monster Magnet

Title: Baby Gotterdamerung
Artist: Monster Magnet
Composer(s): David Wyndorf

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Lyric:
I read a book today
It made me think of a life I led
It seems so far away
But then I wouldn't call it dead

I see a name or two
And the ghosts just start to roam
I had 'em locked away
It seems they've cut their own parole

Now face the music, son
Some people live to remember when
But you're no storage space
You've lived a dozen lives since then

So what would Modok do
If his memory got too full?
He'd find the power source
And then he'd pick what plugs to pull

I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up
I turned on my TV and somebody blew up
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I learned how to live true and somebody blew up

My brain was still today
Just taking a little death
Just like the doctors say
I never get that kind of rest

The movie's on again
They got me nullifying ghost
I'm better dead than red
I guess I'll never get off the boat

I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up
I turned on my TV and somebody blew up
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I learned how to live true and somebody blew up

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Extortion - Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Title: Extortion
Album: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, time to let these niggaz know, son
Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin' understand
Know what I'm sayin'? Time to hit 'em with the third degree
Yeah, you know the QBC here to drop a G, yo

Look into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole click despise
Especially me, H A V O C, don't want your chick
'Cuz she's burning third degree, plus you snitchin', you ain't got
No ties on me, I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond

Lying through your teeth, swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin' in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious, well you sin
Fuckin' with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin', pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with Speed

Like the motion picture, this nigga 'Gone with the wind'
My crime work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss

Of the Mobb killing is like an 'Unsolved mystery'
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's always something

No rest, daily gotta rock my vest, I shoot at your best man
Yeah your MVP, he played the front line, got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps
When heavy load my military hold ammunition

Far from animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on your whole click, Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up

Extortion is the key, I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it

'Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared, get a dog, don't got a click then recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin'
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin' with, top contenders

Official to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar, motherfuckers you ain't heard of me

Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin'
On top of that we hip-hoppin' and don't stoppin'
Out-of-state drawers-droppin', the panty-raiders

Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
And then played her but that ain't nothin', crossin' this dog walkin'
Native New York and Shaolin slang talkin', rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver, What? Young, black and don't give a fuck
If the next crew get the scissor

Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion

Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do?
You eyin' me, at the same time I'm eyin' you, punk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps

Chew on that shit, punk faggot
(Word up)
Burn his ass like a book of matches
(Yeah, that's just about it)
Under pressure like fat bitches

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Hook In Mouth - Lyrics - So Far, So Good, So What - Megadeth

Title: Hook In Mouth
Album: So Far, So Good, So What
Artist: Megadeth
Composer(s): Dave Mustaine, Dave Ellefson

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Lyric:
A cockroach in the concrete, the courthouse tan and beady eyes
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies
A little man with a big erasers, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, and all he hears and sees
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue
He make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws
Follow the instructions of the new ways' evil book of the rules
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools

You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come
I believe my kingdom will come

F is for fighting, R is for red
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed
E we elect them, E we eject them
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave

D, for your dying, O, your overture
M, they will cover your grave with manure
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me
As long as there's a PMRC

F is for fighting, R is for red
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed
E we elect them, E we eject them
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave

D, for your dying, O, your overture
M is for money and all with that cares
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me
As long as there's a PMRC

F is for fighting, R is for red
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed
E we elect them, E we eject them
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave

D, for your dying, O, your overture
M, they will cover your grave with manure
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me
As long as there's a PMRC

Put your hand right up my shirt
Pull the strings that make me work
Jaws will part, words fall out
Like a fish with hook in mouth

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was
Eliminates incompetence and those who break the laws
Follow the instructions of the new ways evil book of the rules
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools

I'm not a fish
I'm a man
Hook in mouth

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B - Boy Bouillabaisse - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: B - Boy Bouillabaisse
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Michael Simpson

Lyric:
(A) 59 Christie Street

There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face

Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw

A wick-wick-wack

(B) Get On The Mic

One, two

Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song
Out to my main homie, Mike D

Alright, lets kick it
Ready, go

Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they be missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to

You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science, and another half soul
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no

So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Well Mike D is a special individual
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo

Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

At the fever

(C) Stop That Train

It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation

This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking

Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown

Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D-Train

{Stop that train, I wanna get off}

Check it

Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'

Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias

(D) Year And A Day

MC, for what I am, and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true

So as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D were born to MC

And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted

Enter the arena as I take the center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special

I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last

And you can bet your ass

I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong

Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to the reality

I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day

Come what may

I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane

Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised
And I see myself as clear as day

And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages
Is, was, and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of Disco Dave

Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
Disco Dave

(E) Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer

Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit

You know why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}

(F) Dropping Names

(Take PCP)

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous

My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying
Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}

(G) Lay It On Me

Lay it on me now
Not so hard man

Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo

Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man

Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum

With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin
I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Stuffin', stuffin'

Stuff it buddy

(H) Mike On the Mic

Here's another one for ya'll to peep
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter

I've never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been to see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D

I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness

I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}

(I) A.W.O.L

DJ Hurricane

When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
He goes A.W.O.L.

Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?
Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Jazzy Jay in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house

Good night Amsterdam

Now I want you all to break this down

To all the girls
To all the girls

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Believe - Lyrics - #1's...And Then Some - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: Believe
Album: #1's...And Then Some
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Ronnie Dunn, Craig Wiseman

Lyric:
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
Momma used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I spent a few long summers
Out on his old porch swing

Said he was in the war when in the navy
Lost his wife, lost his baby
Broke down and asked him one time
How ya keep from going crazy?

He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me and smiled, said

I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just what I can see, oh I believe

A few years later I was off at college
Talkin' to mom on the phone one night
Getting all caught up on the gossip
The in's and out's of the small town life
She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley's died

Later on that night
I laid there thinkin' back
Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
If there was ever anybody
Deserved a ticket to the other side
It'd be that sweet old man
Who looked me in the eye, said

I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just what I can see

I can't quote the book
The chapter or the verse
You can't tell me it all ends
In a slow ride in a hearse

You know I'm more and more convinced
The longer that I live
Yeah, this can't be
No, this can't be
No, this can't be all there is

When I raise my hands, bow my head
Oh I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to this
Than just what I can see

I believe
Oh, I, I believe
I believe

Mmm, I believe
I believe
Oh, I believe
Mmm

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Man With A Mission - Lyrics - Don Henley

Title: Man With A Mission
Artist: Don Henley
Composer(s): Don Henley, Danny Kortchmar, John David Souther

Lyric:
I see these women at the car wash
Women at the mall, little-bitty women and women who are tall
One of them is perfect and I want her for myself
Never gonna settle for anybody else
All my good buddies try to fix me up, buddy, I've had enough

I'm gonna run a few red lights, grind a few gears
Start a few fist fights, drink a few beers
Even though I'm tryin' every trick in the book
You gimme drop dead, drop dead looks

You the finest woman that I've ever seen
Why you wanna be so mean?
Well, everybody tries to tell me there's nothin' I can do

But I'm a man with a mission, baby, you know it's you, it's you
Well I'm a man with a mission, man with a mission
Man with a mission, baby, you know it's you, it's you

Everybody runnin' round here
Sayin', "Where's the party? Where's the party?"
Sonny-boy, don't ask me, 'cause I don't know
I got somethin' else on my mind today, somewhere else to go
Well-a, well-a, well-a everybody tries to tell me, there's nothin' I can do

But I'm a man with a mission, baby you know it's you, it's you
Well I'm a man with a mission
Man with a mission, man with a mission
Baby, you know it's you, it's you

Man with a mission, man with a mission
Man with a mission, baby you know it's you, it's you

Man with a mission, man with a mission
Man with a mission, baby, you know it's you

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Merry Muthaf***In' Xmas - Lyrics - Eazy-Duz-It - Eazy E

Title: Merry Muthaf***In' Xmas
Album: Eazy-Duz-It
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Henrik Milling Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Come on over Hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
Well, what you want baby?

Would you tell me a story?
You want me to tell you a story?
Hell, yeah
Me too

Yes, Hunnie I'ma tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy-E
He was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
Listen and listen well, he's a bad muthafucka

Gimme that goddamn book
Here let me read you this one, Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night, yes, a holy night
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin', right?

Deck the halls with balls of holy
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
'Tis the season to be jolly

Merry Christmas, muthafucka
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas and a ho, ho, ho
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missile toe
Now dashin' through the snow

In a candy right top 6-4, over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe, nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right, oh, what fun it is to know
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight

So ring them bells, ring them bells
She's takin' it all the way, oh what fun it is
To watch her suck my dick this way
Hey, ring them bells, ring them bells

Shes takin' it all the way, oh, what fun it is to nut
While she's suckin' my dick, oh, yay
'Tis the season to get busy, Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick

Ho, ho, ho, come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me
What you want for Christmas, ho, ho

I want a slay ride, a CD player
A fifty rum, [unverified] and I'm gonna cum
A VCR [unverified] some porno flicks
Rudolph, the red nose reindeer

[Unverified] like a everlastin' gobstopper
[Unverified] poppa, I dig a ho
Crack a dough by the nuts, oh
[Unverified] fuckin' in tha snow

I made him drop to his knees
Yeah, you know what's up
I said here's some candy canes, eat 'em up
[Unverified] bonapatite with a condom in a tree

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
Yo, where's ya rhyme, tell me Buck Wheat

Buck Wheat is a waskal, that's no Christmas
And all the toys, boys and girls, fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree, so Santa be a sucka

[Unverified] when I was young, I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let America know
That Santa was a fake

I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years, oh, just stay young, bold datin'
Singin' 'Silent Night' Carolin' recitin'

Now all I want for Christmas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth, uncle Eazy be the [unverified]
Just spread me a leaf, little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lie

On the third day of Christmas
My homeboys gave to me three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a muthafuckin' K bitch

Eazy-E, oh, Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop

I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' christmas caught
Ho, ho, ho, and away I go
Oh, Saint Nick got a dick like a ho
Well, where's this [unverified]
Shut the fuck up, bitches
And go back to sleep

Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Yo, black I want a job [unverified] corn on the cob
But a nigga will eat them chicken
And chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food

Whos climbin' in my window, smokin' up indo
My carin' and high make a high know
Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Y, black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash

A rump, pa, pump, pump
A rump, pa, pump, pump

Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year

You bitch

And they all went to prison
And lived fucked up lives ever after
The end

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When God Goes Home - Lyrics - Fury In The Slaughterhouse

Title: When God Goes Home
Artist: Fury In The Slaughterhouse
Composer(s): Kai-Uwe Wingenfelder, Johannes Prince Schaefer

Lyric:
There are moments in our lives
When every word is meaningless
What has to happen happens
And someone's directing this, I guess

Moments in our dreams
Where fantasy goes to extremes
We close our eyes and drift away
Nothing's left to say, hey, hey

There are mad dogs in our governments
With dollar bills and guns in hands
Building walls then knock 'em down
First destroy then buy the town

They write the book of history
With lots of blood and misery
Every page is drowned in red
Sleep well in your bed

There are moments in our nights
When we forget the world outside
You'll take my hand and I'll take yours
And then we shut the doors

When you feel alone at night
There's no-one there to hold you tight
Call me up, switch off the light
And I'll help you through the night

I'll give you everything I've got
It's not much believe me but
I'm just a little wheel
In this machinery of steel

Ooh, when God goes home
The world sleeps alone

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To My People - Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

Title: To My People
Artist: Flipmode Squad
Composer(s): R Lewis, R Mcnair, R Fisher, Leroy Jones, G Spivey, Trevor Smith, R Evens, J Webb

Lyric:
Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

Uh, straight off the bat
My squad is known across the map
When y'all niggas show love
Then we show you love back

Y'all niggas want beef
Fuck it take it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon' chill
Then we sit down and we build

My squad finally here
Unit of the year
We settin' up shop
And we ain't going nowhere

We want it all
Even if we gotta brawl for it
We want it all
Even if you gotta fall for it

We stage wreckers, fifty two car deckers
Reppin' to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin' holes in vendettas

Twist your body
With two shells from a shottie pow
Niggas wanna get me touched
(Naw, they cant touch you)
Shinin' and flossin' too much
(Naw, they can't cross you)

Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly

The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
Add a little spice

Devil eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam call Christ
Flipmode battle for mics
All my shit be high priced

I'm slashing dikes, feel me
Liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two weeks
And gross forty g's

Report me and live shortly
Slouch cat livin' off calibil breeze
You wanna get involved
Better grip on tight, take the next flight
We got it locked on the next bike

Check it out
I got the eye of a tiger
That's plan to go higher
My squad is on fire

And till death do us
If the label wanna sue us
Yo I'm taking the reels
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to peel

I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'm a show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
Catch us on smokin' groove

Rules house of blues, MTV news
On the bus with my Flipmode loco
(Loco)
Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the dozen
(Dozen)

Keep a shot runnin'
Now I'm on a journey
It take you twenty light years to burn me
(Burn me)
If you want beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit don't concern me

I'm being felt
I got a title under my belt
I'm out to get the wealth
I'm 'bout my squad and myself

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

Uhh, comin' correct for all my Flipmode brothers
Stats ratin' higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my Outz clique
Bitches that I bounce with

Everybody else get the gas like Auschwitz
Like, flows for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin' niggas out like they packaged goods
Rappers wanna contest

They buggin', straight up and down
We run the underground like H. Tubman
What, I'm the bomb bitch
Nigga Rah, D I G got Rah

God be my witness
Long as I walk this globe
I be spittin' more verses
Than the 'Book of Job'

Why are you ignoring us
Running into hiding and avoiding us?
Niggas on the low be recording us
My rhyme flow remain poisonous

Thus
Yo your shit sound wack still annoying us
We alive nigga ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join with us

Perpendicular
Or analyzing my whole molecular
In particular
Roll with my squad or go singular

I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like caligula
More hot shit so get your water sprinkler
Fire extinguisher, rhyme, prime minister
C'mon

Never mistake me for nobody else
Another blast make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that I always master the art
Rip you apart

Put your hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the charts
Solo or collective
My perspective the objective
Is to win

All praises due to my squad one in the same
Cherish every blessing
I have to make y'all witness my name
Burn another calorie

Come inside my galaxy
Put your money where your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin' in a Honda Prelude

Let's G off
Nigga ease off
I make you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip your jeans off

Ya don't stop to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my people in the rear
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the left

Ya don't stop to my people on the right
Ya don't stop to my people everywhere
Say what, throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin' money, say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop

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Tangled Up In Blue - Lyrics - 1200 Curfews - Indigo Girls

Title: Tangled Up In Blue
Album: 1200 Curfews
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Early one morning the sun was shining I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd changed at all if her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough

Me, I'm standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on my shoes, I'm heading out to the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
Getting through tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess but I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could abandoned it out west
We split up on a sad dark night both agreeing it was best

She turned around and looked at me as I was walking away
Then I heard her say over my shoulder we'll meet again someday
On the avenue tangled up in blue

I was living in the great north woods working as a cook for a spell
I never did like it all that much and one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans where I happened to be employed
Yeah I was working for a while on a fishing boat
Right outside of De La Croix

And all the while I was alone the past was close behind
I'd seen a lot of women but she never escaped my mind
And I just grew tangled up in blue

She was working at a topless bar
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear

Now later on as the crowd thinned out
And I was just about to do the same
Yeah but she was standing there at the back of my chair
She said, "Don't I know your name?"

Well I muttered something underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoes we were tangled up in blue I know, I know, I know

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello she said, "You look like the silent type"
And then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet from the 13th century

Every one of his words rang true and glowed like burning coal
Pouring off every page like it was written in my soul
From me to you tangled up in blue, yeah, yeah

I lived with them on Montague street
In a basement down the stairs, yeah
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air

That's when he started into dealing with slaves, yeah
Something inside of her died just died
And she had to sell everything she owned
And she froze up inside

Finally when the bottom fell out, I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew tangled up in blue, oh yeah

Now I'm headed back again I gotta get to her somehow
And all the people we used to know they're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians some are carpenter's wives
I don't know how they all got started
I don't know what they're doing with their lives

But me I'm still on the road headed for another joint
We always did feel the same we just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue I know, I know, I know

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Tangled Up In Blue - Lyrics - Blood On The Tracks - Bob Dylan

Title: Tangled Up In Blue
Album: Blood On The Tracks
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wonderin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red

Her folks, they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough

And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through
Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force

We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark, sad night
Both agreeing it was best

And she turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"
Tangled up in blue

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell

So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was lucky to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind
And I just grew
Tangled up in blue

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear

And later on when the crowd thinned out
I was just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"

I muttered somethin' underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue

She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type"

Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air

Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And we froze up inside

And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue

So now I'm goin' back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters' wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives

But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue

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My Little Red Book - Lyrics - Love

Title: My Little Red Book
Artist: Love
Composer(s): Hal David, Burt F Bacharach

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Lyric:
I just got out my little red book
The minute that you said goodbye
I thumbed right through my little red book
I wasn't gonna sit and cry
And I went from A to Z
I took out every pretty girl in town
They danced with me and as I held them

All I did was talk about you
Hear your name and I'd start to cry
There?s just no getting over you, oh, no

There ain't no girl in my little red book
Who could ever replace your charms
And each girl in my little red book
Knows you're the one I'm thinkin? of
Oh, won't you please come back
Without your precious love I cant go on
Where can love be, I need you so much

Oh, won't you please come back
Without your precious love I cant go on
It?s haunting me, I need you so much

All I did was talk and talk about you
Hear your name and I'd start to cry
There?s just no getting over you
All I did was talk and talk about you
Hear your name and I'd start to cry
There?s just no getting over you, oh no

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Merry Muthafuckin X-Mas - Lyrics - Eazy E

Title: Merry Muthafuckin X-Mas
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Henrik Milling Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Come on over Hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
Well, what you want baby?

Would you tell me a story?
You want me to tell you a story?
Hell, yeah
Me too

Yes, Hunnie I'ma tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy-E
He was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
Listen and listen well, he's a bad muthafucka

Gimme that goddamn book
Here let me read you this one, Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night, yes, a holy night
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin', right?

Deck the halls with balls of holy
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
'Tis the season to be jolly

Merry Christmas, muthafucka
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas and a ho, ho, ho
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missile toe
Now dashin' through the snow

In a candy right top 6-4, over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe, nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right, oh, what fun it is to know
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight

So ring them bells, ring them bells
She's takin' it all the way, oh what fun it is
To watch her suck my dick this way
Hey, ring them bells, ring them bells

Shes takin' it all the way, oh, what fun it is to nut
While she's suckin' my dick, oh, yay
'Tis the season to get busy, Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick

Ho, ho, ho, come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me
What you want for Christmas, ho, ho

I want a slay ride, a CD player
A fifty rum, [unverified] and I'm gonna cum
A VCR [unverified] some porno flicks
Rudolph, the red nose reindeer

[Unverified] like a everlastin' gobstopper
[Unverified] poppa, I dig a ho
Crack a dough by the nuts, oh
[Unverified] fuckin' in tha snow

I made him drop to his knees
Yeah, you know what's up
I said here's some candy canes, eat 'em up
[Unverified] bonapatite with a condom in a tree

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
Yo, where's ya rhyme, tell me Buck Wheat

Buck Wheat is a waskal, that's no Christmas
And all the toys, boys and girls, fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree, so Santa be a sucka

[Unverified] when I was young, I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let America know
That Santa was a fake

I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years, oh, just stay young, bold datin'
Singin' 'Silent Night' Carolin' recitin'

Now all I want for Christmas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth, uncle Eazy be the [unverified]
Just spread me a leaf, little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lie

On the third day of Christmas
My homeboys gave to me three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a muthafuckin' K bitch

Eazy-E, oh, Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop

I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' christmas caught
Ho, ho, ho, and away I go
Oh, Saint Nick got a dick like a ho
Well, where's this [unverified]
Shut the fuck up, bitches
And go back to sleep

Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Yo, black I want a job [unverified] corn on the cob
But a nigga will eat them chicken
And chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food

Whos climbin' in my window, smokin' up indo
My carin' and high make a high know
Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Y, black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash

A rump, pa, pump, pump
A rump, pa, pump, pump

Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year

You bitch

And they all went to prison
And lived fucked up lives ever after
The end

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I Am Somebody - Lyrics - Grandmaster Flash

Title: I Am Somebody
Artist: Grandmaster Flash
Composer(s): Larry Dukes, Nathaniel Glover, Joseph Saddler

Lyric:
Hey people, we got a little something
That we wanna tell you all, so listen
Understand, "Yo God made one no better than the other
Every girl becomes a woman, every boy a man"

While you're livin' in your mansion driving big cars
There's another on the street cold sleepin' on the ground
So when you walk by, "Yo, don't act cold-blooded
'Cause it just ain't fair to kick a man when he's down"

'Cause, he is somebody
Like I am somebody
You are somebody
Like I am someone

Whether you're here or you're gone
Right or you're wrong, you were meant
To be somebody from the second you're born
Don't criticize and knock one another

It ain't really that hard to just be a brother
So be good speak up don't wait for it to happen
Life is passing you by and homeboy
You're cold knappin'

Don't get hung up on what you're not
Be proud of what you are and whatever you got
'Cause it's a cold cruel world causing
Kids to cry, if you're hangin'

Your head,cold kiss it goodbye
Stand up for your heritage, rejoice
In the fact whether you're red, white, tan
Yellow, brown or black

'Cause he is somebody
Like I am somebody
He is somebody
Like I am someone

There are fireman, bankers, messengers, preachers
Brokers, policeman, executives, teachers, journalists
Janitors, architects, doctors, restaurant workers
Nurses, chief rockers

If you feel you're somebody
Be proud and show it
'Cause everybody's somebody
(Uh)
And ya know it

It doesn't matter if you're black, white or Chinese
Livin' in the States or reside overseas
'Cause you and I are special, same as everyone else
And if you don't believe me you're only cheating yourself

'Cause we all got a purpose in life to achieve
(That's a fact)
And here's another
That you better believe

That I am somebody
Like you are somebody
He is somebody
Like I am someone

You got wealth, good health and you're stuck on yourself
Let me tell you that you're better than no body else
'Cause you got no self-esteem, so I'm richer
And when you leave this earth you can't take money wit' cha

So play your dumb game, call me out
My name but there's nothing
You can do that could make me feel shame
We're all created equal we live and we die

So when you try to bring me down I keep my head up high
Don't judge a book by its cover 'cause it's never what it seems
Now I know what I'm sayin' and I feel
I gotta scream

That I am somebody
Like you are somebody
He is somebody
Like I am someone

So be yourself, uh

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Palm Of Your Hand - Lyrics - Buzzcocks

Title: Palm Of Your Hand
Artist: Buzzcocks
Composer(s): Pete Shelley

Lyric:
It's not so strange you know to feel like this
I thought of you I knew that you'd understand
I think it's time you know we did more than kiss
Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand
I've made up my mind as a bull sees red
To get my tail wagged must I sit up and beg

And if you want to brush up on technique
You can read all about it in the book that I found
When the spirit is willing the flesh won't be weak
There's little more to it than just jerking around
I'm hungry for the most perfect of needs
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

It's not so strange you know to feel like this
I thought of you I knew that you'd understand
I think it's time you know we did more than kiss
Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand
It's practically safe not much risk of disease
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

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My Little Red Book - Lyrics - Burt Bacharach

Title: My Little Red Book
Artist: Burt Bacharach
Composer(s): Hal David, Burt F Bacharach

Lyric:
I just got out my little red book
The minute that you said goodbye
I thumbed right through my little red book
I wasn't gonna sit and cry

And I went from A to Z
I took out every pretty girl in town
They danced with me and while I held them

All I did was talk about you
Hear your name and I'd start to cry
There's just no getting over you

No girl who's in my little red book
Just ever could replace your love
And each girl in my little red book
Knows you're the one I'm thinkin' of

Oh, won't you please come back to me?
Without your precious love I can't go on
Where can you be, I need you so much

All I do is talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There's just no getting over you, oh

Oh, won't you please come back to me?
Without your precious love I can't go on
Where can you be, I need you so much

All I do is talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There's just no getting over you

All I do is talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There's just no getting over you

All I do is talk about you
Hear your name and

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Baby Gotterdammerung - Lyrics - Monster Magnet

Title: Baby Gotterdammerung
Artist: Monster Magnet
Composer(s): David Wyndorf

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Lyric:
I read a book today, it made me think of a life I led
It seemed so far away, but then I wouldn't call it dead
I see a name or two and the ghosts just start to roam
I had 'em locked away, it seems they've cut their own parole

Now face the music, son, some people live to remember when
But you're no storage space, you've lived a dozen lives since then
So what would Modok do if his memory got too full?
He'd find a power source and then he'd pick what plugs to pull

I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up
I turned on my TV and somebody blew up
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I learned how to live true and somebody blew up

My brain was still today, just taking a little death
Just like the doctors say, I never get that kind of rest
The movie's on again, they got me nullifying ghosts
I'm better dead than red, I guess I'll never get off the boat

I looked in the mirror and somebody blew up
I turned on my TV and somebody blew up
I learned how to lie well and somebody blew up
I learned how to live true and somebody blew up

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Allustrious - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Allustrious
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita

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Lyric:
Prodigy, H A V O C, M O B B, uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Know what I'm sayin'? Forty first side
Niggaz know how we do, right, right
I can see you back there, yeah, yo

The Mobb'll spit that shit, rip that bitch, leave it loose
Take shit back to trip who fat goose
Queens bridge representative, ghetto entrepreneur, stay on tour
Dick-riders, wanna get 'em bullshit

The same law, same day contract, different clause
Don't run red lights, I never caught the blue balls
Gold medalist spit, doin' this ever since
Third time felon nigga, who you tellin'?

'Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes
And dust to dust, if you fuck with us
It's a must we bust and if you stand wit us
Nine times out of ten, son you might get bucked

'Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes
And dust to dust, if you fuck with us
It's a must we bust and if you stand wit us
Nine times out of ten, son you might get bucked

Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin' nigga
P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly
I count on one finger, all y'all rap niggaz that excite me
Y'all niggaz is trash rap, wanna fight me?

You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly
Y'all little league niggaz is so bald they might be
Spent too much time with wifey

Come out to play with the hard-headed, infamous song torture
Crack your knuckles, buckle up your pants tight
Pull your hats down, let's get it on like papi bar fights

My spiral book, hold the world's most lethal
There's no cure, for what my pen do neither
Bring the fever, y'all niggaz is the rap Justin's
While we was gone for a moment, y'all kept the crowd goin' now

Move over bacon, time for som'in meatier
Your shit's weak, your best song was mediocre
Fuck a penis, how dare you entertain the thought
That you could come out to challenge me in blood talk?

Take a walk jerk, this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill
This is rap for real, somethin' you feel
You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo

It's heavy metal for the black people, rock 'n' roll
But it's hip-hop though, my drug music
It's therapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it

Nigga we infamous, ashes to ashes till death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
It's a must we burst ours first

Nigga we infamous, ashes to ashes till death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
It's a must we burst ours first

Yo, crack the Henny bottle while I drop this jewel on your dome
My shit'll touch home, straight to the core you ain't alone
Play the unknown type Dunn, mysterious stars
Concealin' them slugs, if it go down, remember that mug

'Cause ain't no love when a nigga shit is touchin' his ribs
Hungrier than a hostage, shit, we blitz
Information pack the led up in shit
The better you get, the better we get and that's it

Yo, this snake's in the grass when they bite Mobb anti-venom
Stop 'em in they tracks, goin' at 'em when you send 'em
Imperial dogs, creepin' through fog

Carved needle slip and you fold, the shit's lethal
We roll Mobb Diezel, the whole Q.U double E N S
And when you spot us, play low-key

Dunn these niggaz is actresses
And they tryin' to play the man's role
Can't they see us wildin' on the video?
Don't they see us in the club swingin' elbows?
Or on the street with our jewels on the cell phone?

Hoppin' the sidewalk with Benzes and Jeeps
I ran through more cars than it's sand on the beach
I'm pleased to meet you, now here's a word to the smart
Don't ever let your peoples boost up your heart

'Cause you'll fuck around and get your ass torn apart
Challengin' the Mobb in the arts
Our literature stands colossal, compared to y'alls
Way ahead of your time, you're strugglin' to keep up
Your style's limited, your rap's primitive
Go 'head with that bullshit you kicked Dunn

Nigga we infamous, ashes to ashes till death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
It's a must we burst ours first

Nigga we infamous, ashes to ashes till death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
It's a must we burst ours first

Nigga, nigga, we infamous, ashes to ashes till death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
It's a must we burst ours first
Nigga, we infamous

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