Attendance - Lyrics - The Sneak Attack - Krs One

Title: Attendance
Album: The Sneak Attack
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Who was, who was, who was
Who was the first to flash the heat on the cover?
Who was the first crew to go against another?
Who was the first to go Acapella on a video replay?
Who was the first to lose a DJ?
Who was the first to teach at Yale?
Who was the first to hit that hip-hop reggae on the nail?
Who was the first to say, ?Stop the violence
And teach that real bad boys move in silence"?

You're soon to see the mind bendin' rhyme weapon
Get more busy than two-two-three-double-nine-seven
All these rappers, swear they the best
I know whatchu thinkin' about, where's KRS?
Eighty percent of these rappers fake they shit
The other twenty percent they goin' upstate and shit
There's no way out except knowledge and wisdom
I got it so I spit 'em you ain't got it you gotta get 'em

Who was the first to produce mix and write
At the same time up in the club rockin' the mic?
Who was the first to have a DJ and a side man?
The first to say, ?What is hip-hop??, I am
Who was the first to produce gangster shit?
Put out, gangster hits with a gangster click?

Not no prankster shit, Steady B, Mad Lion
Just-Ice, Shabba Ranks and shit
My Channel is Live, my only battle is Jive
MC to MC, you won't survive
You'll be censored 'cause my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die

Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop
Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop

I'm like Noah, I'm takin' 'em, two by two
I took, them and them and I'll take, you and you
Be I'm right or be I'm wrong, you'll see I'm tight with this mic
You should be like, "B I'm gone", but you still in my face Neo
I'm not your girl all that ice and thug life, that's not my world
I'm the teacher but you still can't see

'Cause while you respect Tupac, Tupac respected me
Another thing, don't ever show me another ring
Remember you Rudy Ray Moore, I'm Martin Luther King
Everything you bring sounds horrendous
You need repentance 'fore I take attendance

Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop
Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop

Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop
Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop

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Brave Faces - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Brave Faces
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Peter Garrett, James Moginie

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Lyric:
I've seen faces in the window
I've seen faces in the street
They walk and talk of nothing
I've known many restless summers

The sand dunes I imagine
A place without a postcard
Flower people were so beautiful
But straight and loud's the way

Good luck the beatnik spirit
The talk of politicians
The sentences of cynics
Are the sentences of childhood

They're all talking shit to me
Out-talked by the mass media to pay the bills it lies
And the lies we eat for breakfast
Brave faces face the boardroom

The oak stained walls fall silent
They leave lined with defeat
And they got those tears in their eyes
Well, it makes no sense to me

Why don't they understand? We're so ordinary too
I saw the exits closing now
Pain and passion's my point of view
Well there's nothing like the truth

I've seen men that have been marked out
Ruled out by grim assassins
They fell hard on instant replay
And I'm never going there

Well, the place I see so much better
'Cos it makes no sense to me
I saw the exits closing now
Burning mountains, burning paper
Burning all around and later

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Cruise Control - Lyrics - Kylie Minogue

Title: Cruise Control
Artist: Kylie Minogue
Composer(s): Kylie Minogue, Jonathan Simon Douglas, Karen Ann Poole

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Lyric:
Top down, get on the wheel
Baby things are better when you just feel
And you do your own thing
Ah, just let it swing

Drive me to I don't care
I'm enraptured take me anywhere
I just wanna fly
I like this CD

Turn the music up and baby don't slow down
If you want me all you gotta do is keep me going now
Listen, can you give me that?
Baby just hit

The cruise control
Ready, get set, go
You drive me crazy boy
I like it racy boy

On cruise control
We've been on a roll
Feels like the speed of light
Sit back and enjoy the ride

Oh no, the lights go green
Time out, do you know what I mean?
We're all on our own
I ain't going home

Out there I wanna be
No more bumper-to-bumper cars for me
We're on the highway
Put it on replay

Turn the music up and baby don't slow down
If you want me all you gotta do is keep me going now
Listen, can you give me that?
Baby just hit

The cruise control
Ready, get set, go
You drive me crazy boy
I like it racy boy

On cruise control
We've been on a roll
Feels like the speed of light
Sit back and enjoy the ride

Driving on cruise control
Can you give me that, baby just hit that
Can you give me that, baby just hit that
Can you give me that, baby just hit that
Can you give me that, baby just hit that
Can you give me that, can you give me that
Can you give me that, baby just hit that

The cruise control
Ready, get set, go
You drive me crazy boy
I like it racy boy

On cruise control
We've been on a roll
Feels like the speed of light
Sit back and enjoy the ride

The cruise control
Ready, get set, go
You drive me crazy boy
I like it racy boy

On cruise control
We've been on a roll
Feels like the speed of light
Sit back and enjoy the ride

[Incomprehensible]
Ready, get set, go
You drive me crazy boy
I like it racy boy

On cruise control
We've been on a roll
Feels like the speed of light
Sit back and enjoy the ride

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Better - Lyrics - Chinese Democracy - Guns 'N Roses

Title: Better
Album: Chinese Democracy
Artist: Guns 'N Roses
Composer(s): Robin Finck, Axl Rose

Lyric:
No one ever told me when I was alone
They just thought I'd know better, better
No one ever told me when I was alone
They just thought I'd know better, better

The hardest part, this troubled heart
Has ever yet been through now
You've healed the scars that got their start
Inside someone like you now

Had I known, ah, I been shown
Back when along he take me
To break the charge that brought me home
And all but one erase me

I never won, not that I could
No matter what you pay me
Replay the part, you stole my heart
I should have known you're crazy

If all I knew one night with you
I'd want someone to save me
It'd be enough, but just my luck
I fell in love and baby

All that I wanted was
Now I'm know you better
You know I know better
Now I know you better

So bittersweet, this tragedy
Won't ask for absolution
This melody inside of me
Still searches for solution

A twist of fate, the change of heart
Cures my infatuation
Of a broken heart to provides a start
For my determination

No one ever told me when I was alone
They just thought I'd know better, better
No one ever told me when I was alone
They just thought I'd know better, better

All that I wanted was
Now I know you better
You know I know better
Now I know you better

I never wanted you to be so full of anger
I never wanted you to be somebody else
I never wanted you to be someone
Afraid to know themselves
I only wanted you to see things for yourself

All that I wanted was
Now I know you better
Now we all know better
All that I wanted was

Na na na na
Na na na na

If I were you
I'd manage to avoid the invitation
Of promised love that can't keep
Up with your adoration

Just use your head, and in the end
You'll find your inspiration
To choose your steps
And won't regret this kind of aggravation

No one ever told me when I was alone
They just thought I'd know better, better
No one ever told me when I was alone
They just thought I'd know better, better

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Clothes Off! - Lyrics - As Cruel as School Children - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Clothes Off!
Album: As Cruel as School Children
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Narada Michael Walden, Sam Hollander, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Preston W Glass, Dave Katz

Lyric:
See here's the thing

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
We have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Excuse me miss
I couldn't help but to notice how alone you are
I dig the attitude and how you acting like you own the bar
Got me flashing keys and I don't even own a car
Front like you ain't feeling my charm, because I know you are

I'm trying to see how your lips feel
Oh I'm sorry, my name is Travee and I'm pretty much a big deal
Oh, you never heard of me, hmm, that sounds absurd to me
The way you stole my attention was flat out burglary

What do you say let's exit stage left so me and you can
Possibly reconvene and play some naked peek-a-boo?
'Cause after all, the blouse you're wearing is kinda see-through
And it's obvious I'm heading wherever you're leading me to

Such an angel with a devilish angle
I'm quite the certified sweet talker
And you're buying every line of it girl and I don't really blame you
If I was in your shoes I'd probably do the same too

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Now here's another barn-burner for the slow learners
Put your helmets on and take a seat on the short bus
Next stop, right around the corner from your momma and them
No turning back so you better buckle up

Shit, don't be concerned with mine
I feel like a Speak and Spell way I got you learning my lines
Fine, pull the string, replay that shit
I change my name to, "Did he really just say that shit?"
Yep

I'll take a mile if you let me
Six-five, two hundred plus and so sexy
My leg's going numb from keeping my phone on vibrate
To hide the fact your girlfriend keeps textin' me

And I've been tryin' to never mind it man
But every time I get a new number, she finds it, damn!
And you thought you had it sewn up
Until right around amazing o'clock when I showed up

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

Good grief girl, you're giving me goose bumps
Standing there in your underwear and new pumps
It's like the more time we waste the less time I get to taste you
Honestly I could easily replace you

It's not a scam girl that's how I am girl
Peter Pan, I'm a sucka for Smucker's jam girl
It's clear I'm only here for good clean fun
Shut up and kiss me like the antidote's under my tongue, whoa!

We have to take our clothes off!
And we have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
And we have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

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Grid Iron Rap - Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Title: Grid Iron Rap
Album: Tical 2000 Judgementday
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Derrick Harris, Patrick Charles, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam

Focus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in
I know you're listenin', so I keep showin' and provin'
Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme

Fuck a peace talk let the gun spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin Strut through the city asphault
(Fed up)
Hold your head up, I'm circlin' the block, keep your eyes up
Wise up, before you get sized up
(Tied up)

Play no games, speakin' on my name
You catch a clipful from close range
Diggin' in your pocket
Take the loose change

Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all
I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin' changed
Leave the same way I came, bringin' motherfuckin' pain

Killa Hill Projects, high tech street intellect
Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin' down

Yo, eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival
You goin, down, y'all niggaz fuck around
Shittin' where you sleepin', so my rhyme proposal
Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in

Fuck what you believe in, you real fake
Fishin' in the same lake
Eatin' off the same cake
You blowface

Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, actin' crook
Betty shook worm, tryin' to shake the hook
As the world turn nigga burn
Once again the supersperm

Rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm
Time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized, by his un-A alikeness

Knowledge is the jewel, and it's priceless
Real like them Rahway Lifers
Nuttin' but time on my hands
Observe the black sands in the hourglass

Fallin' fast in this savage land
Haulin' ass, days of thunder
It's road rad, your days are numbered
What RZA put together, let no man tear asunder
(Motherfucker)

This is P L O, killa hill flow, but you don't hear me though
Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow
Ghettio slang pro, sling rap to cashflow
Keep it live from the intro until the outro

Killa Hill Projects, high tech street intellect
Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin' down

I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome
Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum
Forty five bar seminar ghetto rap star
Slide like water rats through the Staten Resevoir

Swingin' swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards
Commercial cats, fuckin' up the game, that's why I crash boards
Drape floors while you Jordan, keep on tryin' yours
Hardcore somethin' that my street niggaz is dyin' for

Snap your neck and the dopefiend, Gobol 13
Professionals we know things, say no more
Check my dogs at the resevoir
Gourmet special of the day is nigga Souflee

Pusher gotta pay and the games people play
John Jay back around the way Fish Filet
Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch hit the replay
For dirt bomb niggaz in the P J

To cling on, bring on the good times
To key on hook rhymes, that's beyond your thinkin'
For eons I been here, to shine on the black mind
Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga
Ragtime, bad sign, flatline

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I'M Really Hot - Lyrics - This Is Not A Test - Missy Elliott

Title: I'M Really Hot
Album: This Is Not A Test
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Taharqa Aleem, Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, James T Smith, Tunde Ra Aleem, Leshaun Taureau

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Lyric:
Ho! Ho
Ho! Ho, go, go!
Ho! Ho
Ho! Ho, go, go!

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm really really
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Let me holla at the DJ
Come on DJ, put that record on the replay
Don't you see how them bitches move they booty
Every time you play this record smell they coochie, follow them

Screamin' like a groupie
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochie
Fuck them haters, haters fuck whatever you say
Because you know I'm too cool for you, anyway

I'm just a bad bitch, M I S miss
I'm gone keep talking shit till you get this
I'm gone bust up in the club with no guest list
The other artists I'll keep em' all restless

I don't French kiss, unless it's 50 Cent
Vivica we can share him like the President
Tabloids, I don't care it's irrelevant
I'm heaven sent, now watch how I do this shit

Ho! Ho
(I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm)
Ho! Ho, go go!
Ho! Ho
(Hot, hot, hot, hot)
Ho! Ho, go go!

I'm really, really hot
Every time my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
'Cause I'm killin' 'em

You don't know what you talking 'bout
People thank I was Suge when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Y'all records make a bitch wanna throw 'em out, and that's no doubt

See I rock bells, fly as hell and cool as it verdells
Baby can't you tell, I lick my lips like I'm LL
And I'm doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Straight to the hotel

I'm sober bitch, so boy you gets tail
Kiss, kiss and still you gets nowhere
Just two blue balls down in your underwear, I play unfair
I'm a hot gal, fly cars and stars in strip bars

It ain't hot if I'm not there
I'm a true playa, you can find me up in any record store
Hurry up and get yours

Ho! Ho
(I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm)
Ho! Ho, go go!
Ho! Ho
(Hot, hot, hot, hot)
Ho! Ho, go go!

I'm really, really hot
Every time my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
'Cause I'm killin' 'em

Look, let me move to the left
Go head, let me feel myself
Touch my chest my sweat
Show the DJ how I shake my breast

Jingle, jingle, jangle, watch how my gludeous dangle
I do a one-two step, stop! No, I ain't done yet
Everybody in the club go to work
Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts

I'm gon' rock to the beat till it hurt
I'm gon' drop it on the street, yeah you heard
Haters I flip the bird, got guns, so what I ain't scared
I came to boogy and swerve, hang-line folk that's my word

Ho! Ho
(I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm)
Ho! Ho, go go!
Ho! Ho
(Hot, hot, hot, hot)
Ho! Ho, go go!

I'm really, really hot
Every time my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
'Cause I'm killin' 'em

Release yourself
Release yourself

I'm really hot

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I'M Seein' Robots - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: I'M Seein' Robots
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Voice mail, pagers, these are the things that robots carry
To get they hair done, eyes made up
Difference effects to their bodies
Sometimes too many to even know the life of a robot

Yo, don't waste my time on the phone, girl I'm goin' to bed
That movie restaurant you need cash that game is dead
I pull your wig off, you step back, you have a tantrum
I hold your rent money, contacts I hold for ransom

Cut off your phone bill, Mercedes wrecked in the Mobil
That's on the real deal, your credit's off, how you feel?
Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four track
Your mother's callin', for WIC checks, she soundin' wack

I bought your first food, high class, you was rude
House with no heat on, with slippers on, you walkin' nude
Back with your girlfriends I cancel banks stop your shoppin'
You work with kneepads, you loose stiff on soul train poppin

Your head keep boppin', you face out, with purple tracin'
I put you out, we can end this at the gas station
Let's do this now
Not impressed, I'ma show you how

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I'm seein' robots, passin by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
You drive in Hollywood, long hair, Buick Regal
License in California, ID's phony not illegal

Livin' with roommates, you camp out, with paper plates
Broke Panasonic speakers missin' playin' Puff and Mase
Clear up yo' acne, girl what yo, how you act B
Call police up, tell them what? How you tried to smack me

I'm movin' thorough on the freeway callin' you on three way
Watchin' my back got your friends all on instant replay
You say you married sewed your weave in, yo where's your ring at?
Interscope records got your demo girl, where you sing at?

Pull out your masters, your dat's, all you have is cats
Pet little turtles in your bedroom, enough for headroom
Usin' your restroom when, company come, that's your best room
I stay the dopest while you party hard, losin' focus

Starin' in mirrors combin' hair, with the kids on welfare
I watch your mailbox like Vietnam guerrilla warfare
That's not your real hair, rip credit cards, I don't care

Liposuction, Jenny Craig is yo' introduction
Volkswagen fog up, your dirty engine Boo smog up
You hit the malls and, with chip phones, makin calls
And I'm audi 5, yeah

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein', goo goo gah gah, them ugly kids call me da da

Missin they father while you try to pawn the ring and phones and
You probably jonzin', gettin' greedy, eatin' at Tony Rhome's and
Stuffin' your mouth out with fat pigs, you smokin' cigs
Rip out your butt crack, no bras out, to fit your back

Skinny legs, trip on, you get your grub and rip on
The DJ spin the club is wack, yo they close at ten
They turned the lights on, I seen your mug, you looked bugged
Close your face, I see your rims, I know you freebase

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

I'm seein' robots, passin' by, everyday
(I'm seein' robots)
I'm seein' robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah

(I'm seein' robots)
All you model robots
With mechanical legs, fake hips, implants
Little chips in your arms

Body movement, metal metallic, unpure robots
(Little robots)
Stiff arms, kneecaps, oil
(R O B O T, R O B O T)
Metal, robots
(Little, go, go, romance, robots, little, go, go, romance, robots)

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Get Wit This - Lyrics - Back In Business - Epmd

Title: Get Wit This
Album: Back In Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish G. Smith, Billy Squire

Lyric:
Last man standing, like Bruce Willis, about to kill with this
Niggaz feel this, the masters of realness
In your town to get down, so give your man a pound
Let him know what's goin down, take a pull and hold it now
Back to matters we call the rhyme data
Home run batter, shuttin down your chitter chatter
So kill the he say she say bust the replay
Hit Squad, Def Squad, stay busy like the freeway

Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank
Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbin banks
What you think? On the roof I work, smokin dank
Puffin Bone Thugs and the boombox crank
Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother
Who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover
And still we achieve the great, those who try
To fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Aiyyo the rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine
Hip Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine
Of tobacco so I can't slack yo
Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo
Niggaz buggin out, askin when we comin out
Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about
How you doin, where you been, in the biz
Sittin on chrome, back to set trends

Well it's the rappin Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya
Send you back to the future, he for real man? HELL YEAH
I don't care, I gets it on anywhere
From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air
First things first, I come to work with mad equipment
To do y'all, in the U Haul and the side biscuit
My persona, got suburban kids
Bangin their heads up in the gym like Nirvana

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline
Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime
Niggaz wanna doubt me, talk about P
No slouch B, cause off the meter's how my clout be

Indeed, I'm amazing when I
Got the crowd doin shit by remote control
Comin high powered, what's the discrepency coward?
Dunk on your head, like Juwan Howard

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

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Love Scene - Lyrics - All That I Am - Joe

Title: Love Scene
Album: All That I Am
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Joe Thomas, Jolyon Skinner, Michele Williams

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Lyric:
Yeah
Well well well well well, baby
Baby
Listen baby

(Take one)
Baby lyin' on the bed
Exotic fantasies goin' through her head
(Take two)
I jump into my SL6
I gotta make my way to the crib mad quick

(Take three)
I see my baby as I step inside
She's staring at me with those bedroom eyes
(Take four)
Honey shippin' on some Chardonnay
The sex is even better when she's feeling that way

All I want to do right now is love her down
I don't give a damn about who hears the sound
We'll be in the groove until the sun comes up
Together we'll get lost inside the love

Let's make a love scene, steamy and blue
Erotic memories for an audience of two
And we'll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin
And replay each moment again and again and again

(Take five)
The Jacuzzi just 'bout ready for us
We step into the water and you tremble at my touch
(Take six)
I see you gettin' steamin' hot
Girl, it ain't just the bubbles that been hittin' the spot

Take it off, take it off, take it off till you get enough
Anyway that you like, it's okay, come and get my love
(Yeah)

All I want to do right now is love her down
(Love her down)
I don't give a damn about who hears the sound
(Hears a sound)
We'll be in the groove until the sun comes up
Together well get lost inside the love
(Yeah)

Lets make a love scene, steamy and blue
(Make a love scene)
Erotic memories for an audience of two
And we'll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin
(We'll make a love scene)
And replay each moment again and again and again

I'm gonna keep lovin' I'm gonna keep lovin' you, baby
(When the curtain drops)
We won't stop, we won't stop
(We wont stop)
(Baby)

Lets make a love scene, steamy and blue
(Let's make a love scene)
(See, I got what you want)
Erotic memories for an audience of two
(You got what I need)
(Of two)
And we'll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin
(We'll make a love scene)
(Baby)
And replay each moment again and again and again
(Yeah)

Girl, I'm down to take a sip from your cup
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
If you drink from my fountain of love
Girl, I'm down to take a sip from your cup
(From your cup)
If you drink from my fountain of love

69 was a very good year
(Do you remember, girl)
If you know what I mean, my dear
(Baby)
69 was a very good year
(I could remember)
If you know what I mean, my dear
(Let's do it over and over again)

Let's make a love scene, steamy and blue
(Let's make a love scene)
(Let's do it on the floor)
Erotic fantasies for an audience of two
(Anyway you like it, girl, alright)
And we'll make a love scene

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Never An Easy Way - Lyrics - Morcheeba

Title: Never An Easy Way
Artist: Morcheeba
Composer(s): Ross Godfrey, Paul Godfrey, Skye Edwards

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Lyric:
I think I slip the net
But I cut myself free
I'm not losing yet
So, don't forget me

I'll say it, replay it, and try tomorrow
I'll say it, replay it, and live with sorrow

You'd think I learn by now
There's never an easy way
I get through somehow
I'm on my knees to pray

You'd think I learn by now
There's never an easy way
I get through somehow
I'm on my knees

I'll admit I'm wrong
But I'm getting on track
I've been here too long
I'm under attack

I place it, replace it, and try to change
I place it, replace it, and rearrange

You'd think I learn by now
There's never an easy way
I get through somehow
I'm on my knees to pray

You'd think I learn by now
There's never an easy way
I get through somehow
I'm on my knees to pray

On my knees to pray

I think I slip the net
But I cut myself free
I'm not losing yet
So don't forget me

I'll say it, replay it, and try tomorrow
I'll say it, replay it, and live with sorrow

You'd think I learn by now
There's never an easy way
I get through somehow
I'm on my knees to pray

You'd think I learn by now
There's never an easy way
I get through somehow
I'm on my knees to pray
I'm on my knees to pray

On my knees to pray
On my knees to pray

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Pinball Wizard - Lyrics - Elton John

Title: Pinball Wizard
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Peter Townshend

Lyric:
Ever since I was a young boy
I've played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all

But I ain't seen nothin' like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He stands like a statue
Becomes part of the machine
Feelin' all the bumpers
Always playing clean

He plays by intuition
The digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He's a pinball wizard
There has to be a twist
A pinball wizard
Got such a supple wrist

How do you think he does it?
I don't know
What makes him so good?

He ain't got no distractions
Can't hear those buzzers and bells
Don't see lights a-flashin'
He plays by sense of smell

Always has a replay
And never tilts at all
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He can't beat me now
I've always been the champ
I know every trick
No freak's gonna beat my hand

Even at my favorite table
He can beat my best
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest

He's got crazy flipper fingers
I've never seen him fall
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He's a pinball wizard
There has to be a twist
A pinball wizard
Got such a supple wrist

He's a pinball wizard
He's scoring even more
A pinball wizard
For the girls who dig pinball lore
He's scoring more
He's scoring more

I thought I was
The bally table king
But I just handed my
Pinball crown to him
To him
To him

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Put Ya Hands Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Jadakiss

Title: Put Ya Hands Up (Remix)
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): W Brown, Deke Richards, S Green, J Phillips

Lyric:
Turn the fuckin' beat on, ha, yeah, we're back as be
I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby
Cock-and-run to stay in the business
Son of a bitch, double R, look at me now motherf
Two thousand and one, kiss the game goodbye, let's get it on

It's the JADA, I got beef with the feds and the DA
I got footage in the game press replay
I got bitches in the club all over me, ma take it easy
And y'all scared I can tell and I'ma get bucks like Milwaukee
'Cause like Sam I can sell, I'm that nigga y'all know that
Bang you in the yard then slide off on the early go back

In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak
And I spray threes so say cheese
Already told you I'm lookin' for enemies
Double R so of course it's better
I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers
It's a message in a glass bottle read the letter

Money in the bank membership Visa sweaters
And we ride or DIE together

Uh uh come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Uh come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow
Y'all wanna know who the best is aks ya hoe
The honies don't lie they love it
And they cop for real trust me dogg the thugs will dub it

Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit
Therefore nobody never gon' spit like I spit
Get money just to walk through off the books
So when you mention my name shit is off the hook

Shirts is off, titties is out
And you know if I'm there the hardest niggas in the city is out
I'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin' for you to try me
When the lights get low I'ma burn you

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models
Gotta slay two or more, ma's our motto
And y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow

Uh uh come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Uh come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Muahh kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine
You thought wrong change ya mind
I'm the nigga that'll pop the king and scoop the queen
And take over the town with a ruthless team

New S type wagon, future green
Gun heavy pants saggin' I'm used to cream
Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash
Never did a day and got the jails on smash

K I double, I move the Perico quick and just let Manteca bubble
'Kiss been a boss, y'all just start workin'
Now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin'
Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you

Whoever wanna be hard headed
Then find out what the shells do
Now you can put 'em down if you want
But soon as the Hook come back put 'em up

Uh uh come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Uh come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

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Girls, Cash, Cars - Lyrics - Killa Season - Cam'Ron

Title: Girls, Cash, Cars
Album: Killa Season
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Camron Giles, Rick Wakeman

Lyric:
Trumpets please
I wanna welcome everybody to
Killa season

Dip, dip, dip
Come and fuck with the set
Dip, dip, dip
Come and fuck with the set

They tried to play us
But they can't fade us
A bunch of haters
But we the greatest

That mighty dip
Fuckin' set
Show a G respect, my weed connect
Got it growing like Chia Pets

So, come and deal wit the kids
We ballin', big baby

You know I'm strapped for the drama
Afghan to Harlem, clap his Mama
Homeboy, don't ask for the ganja
No way, hey, I relax in a sauna

Lay back, lay back, where the cake at?
ASAP, ASAP, I replay that
They wack, he not, we hot
We got 3 glocks, right where they lay at

Got what's left to twist
Diamonds surround my wrist
Y'all all fiends, Spalding couldn't bounce like this

Yo yo, don't fuck with the po-po
Oh, no, I'm 'bout that dough doe
Juelz, he fuck with the cocoa
Niggaz going loco, that's a no-no

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, it's dipest
Oh no, row boats, coke float sand hit decks

So, come and deal wit the kids
We ballin', big baby

Flashin' bras
The world is ours
Them classic cars plus girls, cash and cars
Cash and cars, girls, cash and cars
Girls, cash, cars, girls, cash and cars, cash and cars, cars

So, come and deal wit the kids
We ballin', big baby

Y'all really wanna get this started?
We all can act retarded
Ya heart has been darted
Bombarded, departed

Ma, ya pussy stink
It been underseas
Here's a Douche bag
Hot rag, summers eve

Yes, a hot bath, run, run, run it, please
You hummin' G's?
Through ya dungarees
Don't maneuver there
Here's a souvenir

Washing set, kit
Bitch, for ya pubic hairs
Beat it, ain't no losers here
Ma, tryna move up here

Send my dick down there
That's with scuba gear
And she eat out
While she takin' deep cock

Eaves drop, need not, cam walker needs not
And my game's so tight
And my aim's so right
In a range all white
Entertain more dykes
All they say all night is

But 'cha brain, maayne
Will be like my chain on ice
But my chain, maaayne
It look like a rainbow sight

So, come and deal wit the kids
We ballin', big baby

Flashin' bras
The world is ours
Them classic cars plus girls, cash and cars
Cash and cars, girls, cash and cars
Girls, cash, cars, girls, cash and cars, cash and cars, cars

So, come and deal wit the kids
We ballin', big baby

Dip, dip, dip
Come and fuck with the set
Dip, dip, dip
Come and fuck with the set

Dip, dip, dip
Come and fuck with the set
Dip, dip, dip
Come and fuck with the set

So, come and deal wit the kids
We ballin', big baby

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Hit 'Em High - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Hit 'Em High
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Artis Jr Ivey, Samuel Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier, Clifford Smith, Todd Smith, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Greetings, Earthlings
We have now taken over your radio

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

Goin' straight through the hole, you ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame, comin' through like a train
Lookin' to take over the whole world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control

You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this
Well, taker, Earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, I'm comin' through
And if you don't wanna move, I'm comin' right through you

It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closin' in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck
It's like switch when I bust, now your whole crew is dust

Comin' through my area, I'ma have to bury ya
The real scream team on your scream scene
It's like showdown on the range, go tell me who wanna tangle with the
Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero?

We want it all, unstoppable, we run the floor
You can't get none of this hardcore
In the game we take you to war
You ain't seen nothin' like this before

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane
Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game
Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain
Untamed, you won't like it when I change

And you are type strange
Make room, maniacal, Monstar in the game
And I got my eye on you
Dead shot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain

You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you
The Monstar again, I'm tellin' you
Pass me the rock, now, I'm headed to the basket
Get up out my way is what you better do

My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct
You better ask it
Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift?
You get stripped by ball handlers ruled by swackhammer

Danger, you're dealin' with official hoop-bangers
With hang time like a coat hanger
Jump with thunderous 360 degree type dunks
What up doc? The Monstar Funk

Lightnin' strikes and the court lights get dim
Supreme competition is about to begin
Above the rim, finessin' and moves is animated
Once I get to ballin' I can't be deflated

I'm rugged raw, my Monstars is gettin' money
When clicks get to buggin', I'm snatchin' up their bunnies
Every step I take shakes the ground
I'll make you break your ankles, son, shake you down

This is my planet, I'm 'bout business
The best that ever done it, can I get a witness?
Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above
You in it for the money? Or in it for the love, M.J.?

23 ways to make a pay, loungin' in the mothership back around my way
I'm 28 light years old, if the refs get political, dribble like Bob Dole
Am I gettin' lyrical? Daddy, I think so
Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow

We want it all, unstoppable, we run the floor
You can't get none of this hardcore
In the game we take you to war
You ain't seen nothin' like this before

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

Yo, God bless, pick up your chest
Here's an example, how I can stress your full court press
With finesse, I bench-press your stress whenever you test
We're speed ballin' on the fastbreak just like the Pony Express

I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the label off
Just use your head and forfeit the game
You and your team just need to back off
Get off my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock

I'm startin' a line-up by gettin', y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot
When we come right through tell me what you really gon' do?

Well, leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you
While you abandon your ship, we take your championship
With nothin' left for you to see except the instant replay clip
Money spendin', goal tendin', stay-bendin' teams like crash cars
Who do they be? They be The Monstars

We want it all, unstoppable, we run the floor
You can't get none of this hardcore
In the game we take you to war
You ain't seen nothin' like this before

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

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If You See Her, Say Hello - Lyrics - Blood On The Tracks - Bob Dylan

Title: If You See Her, Say Hello
Album: Blood On The Tracks
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
If you see her, say hello
She might be in Tangier
She left here last early spring
Is living there I hear

Say for me that I'm all right
Though things get kind of slow
She might think that I've forgotten her
Don't tell her it isn't so

We had a falling-out
Like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night
It still brings me a chill

And though our separation
It pierced me to the heart
She still lives inside of me
We've never been apart

If you get close to her
Kiss her once for me
I always have respected her
For doing what she did and getting free

Oh, whatever makes her happy
I won't stand in the way
Oh, the bitter taste still lingers on
From the night I tried to make her stay

I see a lot of people
As I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there
As I go from town to town

And I've never gotten used to it
I've just learned to turn it off
Either I'm too sensitive
Or else I'm getting soft

Sundown yellow moon
I replay the past
I know every scene by heart
They all went by so fast

If she's passing back this way
I'm not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up
If she's got the time

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The Senator'S Daughter - Lyrics - Fountains Of Wayne

Title: The Senator'S Daughter
Artist: Fountains Of Wayne
Composer(s): Adam L. Schlesinger, Chris Collingwood

Lyric:
Hockey teams have playoff dreams
Teenage girls read magazines
No one hears the desperate screams
Of the techno DJ, what does he say?

He say, sha la la la la la
He say, sha la la la la la

I'm floating away
On oceans of gray, blue water
I'm rising above, I'm falling in love
With the senator's daughter

I'm floating away
On oceans of gray, blue water
I'm rising above, I'm falling in love
With the senator's daughter

Crossing guards star traffic jams
Soccer moms drive minivans
No one sees the anchor man
On the instant replay, what does she say?

She say, sha la la la la la
She say, sha la la la la la

I'm floating away
On oceans of gray, blue water
I'm rising above, I'm falling in love
With the senator's daughter

I'm floating away
On oceans of gray, blue water
I'm rising above, I'm falling in love
With the senator's daughter

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We In Here - Lyrics - Year of the Dog...Again - Dmx

Title: We In Here
Album: Year of the Dog...Again
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Willie James Clarke, Joaquin Dean, Earl Simmons, Clarence Henry Reid, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Game time, let's go, we in here
It's time to bring the East Coast back, baby
New York, The Dog, we in here
We talkin' 'bout the Swizz and the dog
Wasn't gonna terrorize y'all n***?
You can't be serious, Ruff Ryders

We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
Follow me now, we in here

Six number one albums, imagine that
Cats' is sick 'cause dog got his swagger back
If that s*** go, naw, I ain't havin' that
But they don't want it, I'ma still grab the bat

Think I give a what? I'ma 'Get down, go hard' type of what
'Bring it to the yard' type what
Four, four, one, zero, five, fourteen thousand
Ten, ten haze the street with the housin'

C-76, remember me, grrr?
I'm that *** that for life, gon' be yo' enemy
F*** around, got my weight up, weight up, brought up
N*** gettin' ate up, straight up, what the f***?

Come on, vato, this is just not your day
So stop tryin' to be macho, aight, yo?
You don't wanna fight, yo, I get's my strap on
Put n*** lights out, clap on

We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
Follow me now, we in here

We don't bark no more, we bite
What? From the heart, we can get this war on tonight
Ain't nuttin' but a thang 'cause the camp gets busy
*** wit the 'Line? It's a rizzy

S*** ain't the same, cats done changed the game
*** it, all y'all niggaz is lame, what's my motherf*** name?
Twenty million records sold
While y'all what is strugglin' to go gold

Come on, papi, can't none of y'all what stop me
Yahmean? Y'all what is sloppy
What would the game be without me? Nada
Cats talk about a whole lotta

Prada, Gucci, ESCADA, Louis Vuitton, come on
What up with what's really goin' on?
What's hood? Cats ain't killin' nuttin' but a few minutes
I'm about to bury a box wit'chu in it
So if you got's the whip, you better get on
'Cause if I pull up on, it won't be for Grey Poupon

We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
Follow me now, we in here

Cats playin' games, so I'm goin' raw
Run up in that f*** buildin', kick down the door
Y'all don't want no f*** problems wit X
Y'all don't wanna see them four-legged piece
Wit them collars on they necks

Wit them *** downstairs wit the tech, you know the rest
*** it, blow it, y'all n***, grrr, I take respect
Dog's *** hot, that's why y'all cowards froze me quick
I pop up, catch what on some cozy s***, what

With Chinese slippers and silk scarves on
N*** out here tryin' to get his bark on
Wonder why the dog gone
I couldn't take it, deface it, that n*** make s***
That's somethin' that'll happen, *** wanna brace it

And for the record, what you gonna do to fill up my spot?
I ain't gon' front, that 'Pon De Replay' s*** was kinda hot
Not, how you gonna jack Will Smith for a beat?
That's like tryna jack me for the streets, it ain't happenin'

We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
Follow me now, we in here

We in here
We in here
We in here
We in here
We in here

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Walking To You - Lyrics - Everything But The Girl

Title: Walking To You
Artist: Everything But The Girl
Composer(s): Ben Watt

Lyric:
I met your boyfriend on St. Martin's Lane
He said, "Fancy running into you again"
We talked a minute or so, then he turned to go
And I walked into the crowd again

And the morning was a different place
In every passerby, I saw your face
Love leaves a lonely ghost with one thought uppermost
Is this the case in every case?

Am I walking to you? Am I walking to you?
In everything that I do, am I just walking to you?

It was seven years ago to the day
You rang my house and we met halfway
We walked 'round Leicester Square and sat through being there
And every moment I of it, I replay

And I was desperate for love to be pure
Though what that meant, I never was sure
You spent your time on me, I took it willingly
And I made you trust in literature

Am I walking to you? Am I walking to you?
In everything that I do, am I just walking to you?
I just don't know what to do

I just don't know what to do, I just don't know what to do
In everything that I do, am I just walking to you?
I just don't know what to do, I just don't know what to do
In everything that I do, am I just walking to you?

I just don't know what to do, am I walking to you?
I just don't know what to do, am I walking to you?
I just don't know what to do, am I walking to you?
I just don't know what to do, am I walking to you?

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