Absenter - Lyrics - Jawbox - Jawbox

Title: Absenter
Album: Jawbox
Artist: Jawbox
Composer(s): W C Barbot, Zachary Barocas, James Robbins, Kim Coletta

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Lyric:
Entropy's in, embroidered on skin
corrupt, latch-hook thin for show
You're in at dusk
They clean you up until you glow

Absenter, absenter

Secede, recede, I'll mark your retreat
Layers at a time, get what you need
You're marks on tiles, piss in the flowerbed
Scabs on knees

Absenter, absenter

Save a little bit, save it
Send it back to me

Absenter, absenter, absenter
Absenter, absenter, absenter

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Breakin' The Rules - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Breakin' The Rules
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): Jamal Grinnage, Chris Martin, Eric Murry

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Lyric:
Yeah, check it out, y'all
Firing squad, nigga
(First family)
Yeah, firing squad, nigga
Check it out
(First family)

The name's Bill
(What up Bill?)
I'ma semi-automatic addict for real
Before you test me
Know I feel that the impact from a gat
Then it kicks back is sexy

I put you motherfuckers back on the rip
Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit
(Ain't nothin' changed)
I take you motherfuckers back to 6
And get to dumpin' off a clip

(You know the game)
You wanna test me?
(You gotta)
Let your time be, there's a long line of niggas
That's ready to wrong me

I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me
And most dudes don't like the way I rap
The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep
Berkuance
(Retreat)

I would never be disconnected from these streets
It's deep, as the and my
(Ocean, potion)
Is to to spit fire, nigga
(Know when)
The rules of the motherfucking game

Here it is ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be fakin' the move
In other words, breakin' the rules
(Stop that)

We make ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be fakin' the move
In other words, breakin' the rules

Make way, bitch, I'm coming through
I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the fuck are you?
Y'all niggas be, listenin' to that false information
Here your [unverified]

Thugs know home team from the BK and move niggas
Run with them guns bust off like John Woo
Try to sabatoge the game, I'ma start somethin'
Try to sabatoge my name, I'ma start dumpin'

Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known?
Fizzy Wo, nigga, going for broke
So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic
Automatic and will make your ship sink like the Titanic

Now that I know, that you against me
And you click, you click, you against me too
Tell his man to tell his man, work out another master plan
'Cause I'ma blast a man, what?

Here it is ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be fakin' the move
In other words, breakin' the rules
(Stop that)

We make ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be fakin' the move
In other words, breakin' the rules

Allow me to express my deepest sympathy
To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty
I begged him not to fuck with me
(I tried)
He didn't listen, so they found his ass missin'

Put my barrel in the back of his mouth
And knocked his head out do or dead, now
Cold, he actually thought I would fold
So I tore him a new hole, word to nigga's soul

When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds
Holdin' my spot down, I'ma knock down, about eight clowns
Nigga, don't you ever fuck around
With the four-pound token

Bonified thugster Brownsville slugger
(What)
Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka
Bitch motherfucker
(Fuck ya)

You musta bought a [unverified] in the heart
Flinch and I'ma tear your ass apart
Come on, straight like that, nigga

Firing Squad, nigga, ha-ha-hah
Hundred years and runnin' yeah
One of my motherfuckin' men, Flipper the Ripper
Y'know what I'm sayin', my nigga City, Teflon
Firing Squad, nigga, for life, yeah

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At Tension - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: At Tension
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): John Oates

Lyric:
I'd like to join the army
Don't want to join the war
I'd take my place in line hell
Never go AWOL

We keep on marching forward
And never will retreat
Don't let the enemy inside you
That's the beginning of defeat

All good soldiers stand to arms
All good soldiers try so hard
To follow orders never asking why

I'm standing at tension, at tension
I'm standing at tension
I'm standing at tension, at tension
I'm standing at tension
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move

Now a shakey finger on the trigger
Ready aim to please
Now how can such a little bullet
Can drop big soldier to his knees

But there's no warning only waiting
When a strange love drops the bomb
All this fighting it can hurt you
But its the little wounds that do the harm

All good soldiers stand to arms
One good solider tries so hard
He follows orders never questioning why
Never questioning why

I'm standing at tension, at tension
I'm standing at tension
I'm standing at tension, at tension
Standing at tension
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move yeah

All good soldiers stand to arms
All good soldiers try so hard
To follow orders never asking why
They never asking why

I'm standing at tension, at tension
I'm standing at tension
I'm standing at tension, at tension
I'm standing at tension
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move

I'm standing at tension
I'm standing at tension
I'm standing at tension
...

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Eternal - Lyrics - XIII - Mushroomhead

Title: Eternal
Album: XIII
Artist: Mushroomhead
Composer(s): Samuel Sigswort

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Lyric:
Face the day, embrace the pain
Wage my war internal, save my soul eternal
Wage my war internal, save my soul eternal
Wage my war internal, save my soul eternal
Wage my war internal, save my soul

Reach out for redemption
It bites the hand that needs
Neglect becomes rejection
The silence sounds retreat

I can't believe anything you say
(It's the last time)
(It's the last time)

Chained to the past ride the wings of despair
Corroded and rusted trust beyond repair
In this triumph of the wills I won't be overrun
The pride that is instilled cannot be overcome

Chained to the past ride the wings of despair
Corroded and rusted trust beyond repair
In this triumph of the wills I won't be overrun
The pride that is instilled cannot be overcome

I can't believe anything you say
(It's the last time)
(It's the last time)
(Break it all down)
It's the last time that I'll try today
(It's the last time)
(It's the last time)
(Break it all down)

I can't believe anything you say
(It's the last time)
(It's the last time)
(Break it all down)
It's the last time that I'll try today
(It's the last time)
(It's the last time)
(Break it all down)

I can't believe anything you say
(It's the last time)
(It's the last time)
(Break it all down)
It's the last time that I'll try today
(It's the last time)
(It's the last time)
(Break it all down)

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Boy Meets World - Lyrics - Double Or Nothing - Erick Sermon

Title: Boy Meets World
Album: Double Or Nothing
Artist: Erick Sermon
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Robert Popwell, R Popwell, Dana Stinson, M Hall, D Myers, M Wiliams

Lyric:
I want to know of you, I want to know of you
Xross Breeds in the house representin? Queens
I?m gonna send this out to, um, those fake
So-called keepin? it real, ha ha, check it out

I gets the urge to let loose on shit
Bringin? the vibe like Phife Dog and Q-tip
Midnight black darkness, it?s the area
Or place that's distinctive enough to trace

The bass, my tune throughout the room
And if you want it, it?s here to consume
Now let?s warm things up for instance a witness
As I break it down up in this sentence

He, who shall not follow the funk shall fall, on they face
Not able to dip di in the place, my style is vintage
Doper than any wine on the market
Mics I spark it, flying tracks is my target
(Def squad)

I handles my situation without lyrics form Jason's
I still get's ill, beeotch even from the jealosy I recieve
You can't hold me back, I won't retreat
I'm determined to be the nicest creation since devices
Or Italian ices, no matter what the problem is
I still, ah 1-2, in your face like I'm Biz

Boy meets world, I want to know of you
I want to know of you
I wanna know if you feel me though
I wanna know if you feel me though

I wanna know if you feel me though
I wanna know if you feel me though
I wanna know if you feel me though

I wanna know if you feel me though
I wanna know if you feel me though
I wanna know if you feel me though

I believe in the power of the conscience mind
And if you think something then it becomes something like
If I had to battle a whole crew, if I couldn't beat them
Then my conscience would defeat them, yeah

I wouldn't put my career in jeopardy
But I will let something off
If these people keep stressing me
This is madness, I wish I was around
When that midnight train to Georgia picked up Gladys

Listen close, life is just what you make of it
If you wanna be happy like Mary J.
Then hey, then get rid of negativity in your circumference
Or outside your realm in mass abundance

Knowing that the industry is fulling up
With drama got some hype
(Fakness from people of all types)
Even the so-called keepin' it real type
Stars are frauds, get the sword

And the question is asked
Who is the fake nigga? Who is the fake brother
That is always fuckin' up your shit
You wanna know how a niggas fake?

Check it out, sit back and you focus
Your shit from a general perspective
And if your shit ain't lookin' tight

There's a fake nigga in your circumference
And that's word is born for the 9-5 area
'Cause Def Squad forever, reigning much terror

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Freewheel Burning - Lyrics - Defenders Of The Faith - Judas Priest

Title: Freewheel Burning
Album: Defenders Of The Faith
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

Fast and furious
We ride the universe
To carve a road for us
That slices every curve in sight

We accelerate, no time to hesitate
This load will detonate, whoever would contend its right
Born to lead at breakneck speed
With high octane we're spitting flames

Freewheel burning
Freewheel burning

On we catapult
We're thrusting to the hilt
Unearthing every fault
Go headlong into any dare

We don't accept defeat
We never will retreat
We blaze with scorching heat
Obliterations everywhere

Born to lead at breakneck speed
With high octane we're spitting flames

Freewheel burning
Freewheel burning

[Incomprehensible]

[Incomprehensible]

Freewheel burning, freewheel burning
Freewheel burning, freewheel burning
Freewheel burning, freewheel burning
Freewheel burning, freewheel burning

Something is burning

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Heart Like A Wheel - Lyrics - Human League

Title: Heart Like A Wheel
Artist: Human League
Composer(s): Eugene Reynolds, Jo Callis

Lyric:
Calling up the promised land
Johnny Seven's coming over the sea
He's taking your time when you want to be free

Holding out a helping hand
Are you ready for the real career?
Will you be so cool when it's happening here?

It don't say nothing that I haven't heard
If what I hear is true
You won't keep the law with a broken word
So what are you gonna do?

Heart like a wheel
Turning away from anything that's real
Heart like a wheel
Changing in time, beating colder steel

Pass the message around the world
The medium is in retreat
The power is here and packing some heat

Sell your soul to a holy war
Set the captive free
We make no promises anymore
But it isn't fooling me

Heart like a wheel
Turning away from anything that's real
Heart like a wheel
Changing in time, beating colder steel

You can't keep the wheels turning anymore
With anger, blood and fear
Or make any friends with an M16
When you blast your way through here

Heart like a wheel
Turning away from anything that's real
Heart like a wheel
Changing in time, beating colder steel

Heart like a wheel
Turning away from anything that's real
Heart like a wheel
Changing in time, beating colder steel

Heart like a wheel
Turning away from anything that's real
Heart like a wheel
Driving the world is gonna be a steal

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La Tristesse Durera - Lyrics - Manic Street Preachers

Title: La Tristesse Durera
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Moore

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Lyric:
Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much
I am a relic
I am just a petrified cry
Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence

La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

I see liberals
I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy
Where they patronize my misery

La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

I sold my medal, it paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
Oh, the sadness will never go
Will never go away
Baby it's here to stay

La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

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La Tritesse Durera - Lyrics - Manic Street Preachers

Title: La Tritesse Durera
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Moore

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Lyric:
Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much
I am a relic, I am just a petrified cry
Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence

La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

I see liberals
I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy
Where they patronize my misery

La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

I sold my medal, it paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
The sadness will never go
Will never go away
Baby, it's here to stay

La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh

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Hour Of Gold - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: Hour Of Gold
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): Emmylou Harris

Lyric:
I have seen your soul turn black and then retreat
To that dark place where no one else may follow
I waited here for your returning
To roll your cigarette and wash your bloodied feet

You have heard the silent running of my dreams
Broke me from the grip of grief and fever
With the sound of your voice speaking my name
And a kiss that I will feel forever

In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
We did forge our wedding bed
On a hard and holy road we lay down our head
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead

I have watched you riding on the wall of death
And when it finally breaks you and you fall
I will tear this dress of muslin that you gave me
To bind the fatal wound and catch your last sweet breath

In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
We did forge our wedding bed
On a hard and holy road we lay down our head
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead

But the world will be my witness when they excavate my heart
And find the image of your face
Imprinted there like some Shroud of Turin
That neither time nor tundra could erase

In the hour of gold, the hour of lead
We did forge our wedding bed
On a hard and holy road we lay down our head
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead

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New Physics Rant - Lyrics - Julian Lennon

Title: New Physics Rant
Artist: Julian Lennon
Composer(s): S Humphrey, B Ezrin, A Moore, J Lennon

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Lyric:
Because of things remembered
Nothing changes, we simply follow
Rhythms that are distant echoes
Ancestors turning in their sleep

Silhouetted on the future
Playful figures that cut across the winking eye
Of God's projector
A partial eclipse of the original light

That emanates in all directions
So the darkness isn't pierced
But rather forced to retreat
Pushed out by its own internal explosion

The screen of God's movie is time expanding
And every atom is a solid globular mirror
In which his grotesque anamorphic grin
Splits the darkness

Everywhere our world's expanding
Journey's through the soul
Past all thoughts and understanding
Science or control

Looking to the future is looking at the past
In whichever direction you happen to face
You were forward, and I was slipping back
In the time it takes for the light of the stars to stir

The retina, rods and cones
History's in the beholder's eye
Fait accompli
Dans un outre androit

The further away we are, the farther back we see, unless
We could gaze instantly across the sound
Where, moored like ships, planets anchored, swing and sway
Golden barges laden down with mists and frozen crystals, dancing away

Everywhere our world's expanding
Journey's through the soul
Past all thoughts and understanding
Science or control

Everywhere our world's expanding
Journey's through the soul
Past all thoughts and understanding
Science or control

Everywhere our world's expanding
Journey's through the soul
Past all thoughts and understanding
Science or control

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Lawless Avenues - Lyrics - Jackson Browne

Title: Lawless Avenues
Artist: Jackson Browne
Composer(s): Jackson Browne, Jorge Calderon

Lyric:
Papa hit him, Mama kissed him
Made him go to Catechism
With the sisters in their black and white
And all the time those city streets
Were teaching him another kind of wisdom
When to run and when to fight
Up at the playground after school
Listening to tales of the prison system
And those lawless avenues

Dawn on a half darkened street
A child's footsteps repeat
And something there turns them
Down those lawless avenues

Silent Joe went down so bad
He was the strongest fighter the avenues had
Stabbed in the chest he went down swinging
Someone from some other part of town
No one even seen it coming down
And you don't hear no church bells ringing
And in the violent night the police light
Sweeps across the lots and the yards
Following those lawless avenues

Down on a half darkened street
Armies advance and retreat
And struggle to take control
From those lawless avenues

Manuelito's sister Rosa
Ran away with a surfer from Hermosa
Manuelito, cuida a Rosa
Hay mira como estan las cosas
(Manuelito take care of Rosa
Look at how things are)

But who could blame her after she saw
Every boy die who could have gotten close to her
Rosa es joven u solo quiere
Ver la belleza del mundo
(Rosa is young and only wants
To see the beauty of the world)

Manuel said
"You gotta fight for what you want in this life"
Just before they shipped him overseas to 'Nam
Otra guerra sin razon
Otra guerra sin fin, sin honor
(Another war without reason
Another war without end, without honor

And she was fighting to understand
When they shipped Manuelito's body home
All she heard was one more shot
Echoing down lawless avenues

Hoy amigo, tal igual como ayer
La lucha en el barrio no cambia
Nuestros hijos son los que han de crecer
Por ley de la calle, viviendo entre abrazos
Y chingazos
(Today my friend, just like yesterday
The struggle in the barrio doesn't change
Our children are the ones to grow up
By the law of the street
Living between hugs and blows)

Down on a half darkened street
Fathers' and sons' lives repeat
And something there turns them
Down those lawless avenues

En el calor de la calle
(In the heat of the street)
Buscan valor en la calle
(Looking for valor in the street)
Hasta final de la calle
(Till the end of the street)

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Angelina - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Angelina
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Well, it's always been my nature
To take chances
My right hand drawing back
While my left hand advances

Where the current is strong
And the monkey dances
To the tune
Of a concertina

Blood dryin' in my yellow hair
As I go from shore to shore
I know what it is
That has drawn me to your door

But whatever could it be
Makes you think
You've seen me before
Angelina

Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina

His eyes were two slits
Makin' a snake proud
With a face that any painter would paint
As he walked through the crowd

Worshiping a God
With the body of a woman
Well endowed
And the head of a hyena

Do I need your permission
To turn the other cheek?
If you can read my mind
Why must I speak?

No, I have heard nothing
About the man
That you seek
Angelina

Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina

In the valley of the giants
Where the stars and stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet
And the milk and honey flowed

I was only following instructions
When the judge
Sent me down the road
With your subpoena

When you cease to exist
Then who will you blame?
I've tried my best to love you
But I cannot play this game

Your best friend
And my worst enemy
Is one and the same
Angelina

Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina

There's a black Mercedes
Rollin' through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead
You're down to the bone

Tell me, tall man
Where would you like
To be overthrown
In Jerusalem or Argentina?

She was stolen from her mother
When she was three days old
Now her vengeance has been satisfied
And her possessions have been sold

He's surrounded by God's angels
And she's wearin' a blindfold
But so are you
Angelina

Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina

I see pieces of men marching
Trying to take Heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider
I can see the pale white horse

In God's truth name
Tell me what you want
And you'll have it of course
Just step into the arena

Beat a path of retreat
Up them spiral staircases
Pass the tree of smoke
Pass the angel with four faces

Begging God for mercy
And weepin'
In unholy places
Angelina

Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina

Oh, oh, Angelina
Oh, oh, Angelina

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Baby Bye Bye - Lyrics - Dan Bern

Title: Baby Bye Bye
Artist: Dan Bern
Composer(s): Dan Bern

Lyric:
Listening to the big guy's new CD laying in bed
The one his producer thinks he never shoulda made
But it gets me going, gets me into the shower
What a shock to be awake at this early hour

And you're gone
It was time to fly
And all that's left
Is the fact we tried

So thanks for the tunes
And thanks for the time
You're gone now
Baby bye bye

Them guys from Orange County, man, do they wail?
Shakes my brain and it shakes my tail
New girl on top of me, will this work out?
I retreat to the kitchen and sort it all out

And you're gone

You left your keys on the table
And on the bed you left a rose
And a note that said, "My CD's won't fit in the car
You can keep 'em I s'pose"

This disc was left out in the sun, it's warped and it's hissing
I can't place the voice and the insert's missing
I turn off the phone so if you don't call it's all right
And maybe I won't listen to nothing tonight

And you're gone

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Baby Seat - Lyrics - Maroon - Barenaked Ladies

Title: Baby Seat
Album: Maroon
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Steven Page, Stephen Duffy

Lyric:
You left Billy with the kid
And all the selfless things you did with Billy
You left your home town in the spring
And turned your back on everything

You thought your life would just go by
Without a pause to wonder, don't be silly

You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat

He came down from his retreat
She saw him later in the street
He said "You are the only one
To recognize that I'm the son"

So she bent down and kissed his feet
And then that night, between the sheets, she told him

You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
You can't live your life in the baby seat

Forty days at sea
Then she turned and said to me
"If we make it back
I'll renounce Jack Kerouac
And all that romantic crap
Like I'm an artist don't look back"

Now we're living somewhere else
We keep opinions to ourselves
But still we seek a sneaky peek at Heaven
When the working week defeats us

If you think growing up is tough
Then you've just not grown up enough, baby

You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
You can't live your life in the baby seat
You can't live your life in the baby seat

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Q.U. Hectic - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Q.U. Hectic
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Tony Smalios

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Lyric:
Fuck it kid, what up Queens in this motherfucker?
(Tell you I'm bangin' tonight kid)
(Yo Shorty got a fattie right there)
Queens bridge in the house, aiyyo word up

Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son
What up Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin' Boo?)
What up what up? Where Twins and them at yo?
(The fattie's bangin')

I don't know, I think Twins laid up
(Damn)
Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessey
Son I want two Hennessey's yo
Straight yo, word up man

Aiyyo what up with them Queens niggaz man!
Hey, fuck you, what? What the fuck, what?
Think they killers or somethin' man
Ay fuck you money, what up kid

I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man
And learned to use my hands for protection
In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples

And wilding, a Q-U soldier
From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queens bridge
Black it's only crack sales makin' niggaz act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back

As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you

Peace to, Beasley, Forty-P get down
And when you outta town represent your ground
Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from
Queens, leavin' niggaz done Son

The Mobb gets hectic
Shit is for real up in Queens we get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic

As we sling on the corners like we always do
Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit
I'm living large pushin' luxury cars
Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred

Permanently bed-ridden
And if you're pussy, then motherfucker get in where you fit in
As I walk around the streets
Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me

That's my philosophy 'cause nowadays you gotta be relentless
Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless
Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me
Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields

You got drama run for shelter for real
Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill
Hit 'em up 'cause I'm quick to erupt like this
Wet 'em up with the Mac scratch em off my list

Show 'em, the real meaning of drama you never had it
Till you bumped heads with the Havoc
Ain't nuttin' soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat

Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat

We gets hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic

Everything is real inside my mind, these days
You can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
A lifetime of street living
Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given

But wilding ain't the way to be living
You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering
Or locked up, caught inside the beast
Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace

My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own
In a cell locked down not far from home
And at the same time on the outside I'm representing
Still packin' heat make you cowards keep stepping

Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I can't lie
I could move the crowd poppin' slugs in the sky
Why come around if you afraid of what's over here
My man Havoc put the bug in my ear

On the real, for real, but wait it gets realer
Real like an innocent child that turn killer
It's thing like that that only makes things iller
And makin' cream doin' sticks if you ain't a drug dealer

It's only facts coming out of my mouth feeds
As far as I can see these streets is getting sour
Q, U, too much drama to get into
And niggaz regret when they begin to

Regardless of your name or what you been through
Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude
Life ain't the game that it seems to be
Fuck a fantasy I'm leaving in reality

Caught up in this untouchable mentality
Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
I need to slow down, movin' through life at a high speed
Watchin' all the slow runners pass by me

I can see through you, due to, my Queens education
Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation
The Foundation, the Queens nation

Up in Queens, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up Shaolin, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up kid, the B.K., the shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Know what I'm sayin'?
(No doubt)

And Manhattan, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Up in the Bronx we abouts to get hectic
Word up, know what I'm sayin'? The whole world kid
Shit is over dead, Mobb Deep say party uh
Know what I'm sayin'? Party uh

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Ram It Down - Lyrics - Metal Works '73-'93 - Judas Priest

Title: Ram It Down
Album: Metal Works '73-'93
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
Raise the sights, the city lights are calling
We're hot tonight, the time is right, there's nitro in the air
In the street is where we'll meet, we're warning
On the beat, we won't retreat, beware

Thousand of cars and a million guitars
Screaming with power in the air
We've found the place where the decibels race
This army of rock will be there

To ram it down, ram it down
Straight through the heart of this town
Ram it down, ram it down
Razing the place to the ground
Ram it down

Bodies revvin' in leather heaven in wonder
Lights are dimmin' and heads are swimmin' as thunder hits the stage
Hell breaks loose, turn on the juice get stronger
We metal maniacs begin to rave

Thousand of cars and a million guitars
Screaming with power in the air
We've found the place where the decibels race
This army of rock will be there

To ram it down, ram it down
Straight through the heart of this town
Ram it down, ram it down
Razing the place to the ground
Ram it down

Shout it out
We're all together now
Shout it out
We join as one, one

Thousand of cars and a million guitars
Screaming with power in the air
We've found the place where the decibels race
This army of rock will be there

To ram it down, ram it down
Straight through the heart of this town
Ram it down, ram it down
Razing the place to the ground

Ram it down, ram it down
Straight through the heart of this town
Ram it down, ram it down
Razing the place to the, razing the place to the
Razing the place to the ground

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Safety Chain Blues - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Safety Chain Blues
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Peter Garrett, James Moginie

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Lyric:
Hanging on like hell to the safety chain
Lifebuoy crash lands in a vale of tears
All the lovers are in retreat
On the edge of the nervous street

So deaf to the call of the wild
Deaf to the first born's whispering plea
Expanding frame the city is in heat
Burning at the edges of the lonely street

But I want to hold your precious head
I will not leave you nor pretend
I'm going to hold you to the end

Hey mama didn't know we'd end up here
The snapshot is all tiles and red walls
Down at the squatter's camps they cannot compete
The shepherd has been bound up by his hands and his feet

Make love make peace make haste, it's a slow release
Great changes gonna carry you
Make love make peace make haste, it's a slow release
Great changes gonna carry you

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C L And I.A. - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: C L And I.A.
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Lenton Hutton, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Stanley Howse, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
We still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
We blast away, fuck scrapping, the original thugs
East 99 is where ya find me, slangin' me llello daily
Oh, Cleveland is the city where we come from
Cleveland is the city where we come from

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping, fuck scrapping

Me and my militant minded, thug ass, mothafuckin' niggaz
Ya bitch made mothafucka, let my niggaz be niggaz
Figure mutiny on the bounty
Ain't no scrutiny, you know how to call when you in the county

Bitch, Goony was half the craft just one of my studies
You moody ah, where your Luchi at?
I know where that poochy's at, you boochie ass
Pretty boy, you was a fag

I think he a fuckin' whiteboy
I'm a motorcycle
I was born to ride psycho
Baby, I'm even worse than before

Mom, can I call when I'm lost? In a coffin of, hot sauce
Finna fall in for sure, Roach killas got money for thuggin' niggaz
He don't got no doja and sho 'nuff ain't got no scrilla
And sho' nuff he don't got no scrilla told ya

Helplessly claim that I shorted you out
Voted you out, closed you out
Nigga, you know what this business about
Got my dick in your mouth, I got my dick in your mouth

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

These niggaz better duck when I buck my tool
Nigga, break yo'self, just drop, don't move
Nonetheless flesh must unfold hot, hot glocks
Drop, stalkin' gat fools

Ready to pap you if we have to, I do
Really don't know what's happenin'
Stack go thuggin' with the killas way back
Rollin' out and our goal to go tripple platinum

T's, killas from off St. Clair
Then all hell's fin to break loose
If you declare war I declare war
Sendin' my troops, swoop through
In come nuclear warheads, slay

I'm sendin' it, yo, when I pull the trigger missiles drop
Then I make your body move, dance hater
Y'all ain't ready and steady thinkin' you fuck with the thugs
Oh damn, you niggaz got tons of swift
Sharp like a double edged machete

We rollin' out, heated heavily fifty calliburs and AK's
No love for the mothafuckin' po, po
Kill 'em all and piss on they fuckin' grave
Cleveland, better believe it
We stay thievin' every last evening

I'ma retreat but proceed with ease
Leavin' 'em, Cleveland until they go home bleedin'
Me and hustlas down for the money murder
And mayhem C Land I.A., I.A.
Where them heartless thugs bail thru the wasteland

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

All this damn chronic concoct me out some hellafied tonic
See, we be the honest, promise to bring the bomb shit
Blow you away, put it on my thugs
Put it on my thugs, yeah, yeah

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping, fuck scrapping

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Silent Warrior - Lyrics - Thug Mentality 1999 - Krayzie Bone

Title: Silent Warrior
Album: Thug Mentality 1999
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): R Antonio, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Pump your fist if you're with me
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Artillery, yeah
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Let us be victorious, be victorious

Pump your fist if you're with me
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Artillery, yeah
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Let us be victorious, be victorious

Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3, hut, hut, hut, hut
Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3, hut, hut, hut, hut

Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story

The world war has begun
We're gettin' ready to fight
And if you win or either die
Then don't become an outsider

Spittin' fire, fire baby
With plenty ammunition
(Ammunition)
Complee and nigga, I've been waitin' for this
Payback is a bitch

And the bitch is on the period figure
You got niggas with attitude behind the trigger
Steady we be pumpin' our fist and
Black fatigues we don't surrender

You wanna deal with us
Gettin' ready for split us come and get us
And when you come get us
Remember bitch you gots to kill us

And you can surely believe that I
I'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight
Crooked coppers tryin' to kill us everywhere
'Cause we won't get the mark of the beef

No, not me
Stay silent warrior
Silent warrior

Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story
Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story

Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story

Ready to get for combat
When we aim the bomb at we usely contact
Heated heavily buckin' steadily lay 'em all flat
Combat

You motherfuckers I repeat, retreat
With plenty heat you'll be defeated
Oh, them bloody murder, murder baby
Silent situation

Is always the perfect assassination
Now to the graveyard nigga where your braveheart, you play hard
Now it's time for me to break march and take charge
We journey to the killing fields

Where the murder and the shit is real
Oh Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord
Comin' forth to carry me home
(Me home, me home)

Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story

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