Bound For Hell - Lyrics - Love And Rockets

Title: Bound For Hell
Artist: Love And Rockets
Composer(s): Kevin Haskins, Daniel Ash, David J Haskins

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Lyric:
Well, faith flies off the mountain everyday
No parachute and no crash to see
Yes, my faith flies off a mountain everyday
And there's no parachute, no goddamn crash to see

Fly the little monkey up a telegraph pole
Sending out a signal to somebody, somebody
Somebody, please somebody

I want to hear a song that makes me believe in something
I want to hear a song that makes me believe something
I want to hear a song that makes me believe
There's something to believe in
I want to hear a song that makes me believe

Had a dream
I was ridin' on a train that wasn't bound for glory
Ridin' on a train, the train was bound for hell
Ridin' on a train that wasn't bound for glory, that's for sure
Ridin' on a train bound for hell

The engine with human blood was damp
The headlight was her brimstone lamp
And then for fuel I shoveled in bones
And the furnace roared with a thousand groans

The tank was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was engineer
The passengers were a mixed up crew
Churchman in his battered suit

The rich in broadcloth, poor in rags
Handsome girls, wrinkled hags
Black men, yellow, red and white
Chained together, fearful sight

The dream was stormin' at full pace
The sulfer fumes burned hands and face
Wilder and wilder the country grew
Faster and faster the engine flew

Loud and terrible thunder crashed
Whiter brighter lighin' flash
Higher still the air became
So clothes will burn from each shrinking frame

There came a fearful ear splitting yell
Yell satan dance, the next stop's hell
T'was then the passengers shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train
Stop this train

He shrieked and roared and grinned with glee
And mocked and laughed at their misery
"My friends you've bought your seats on this road
I've got to get through with a complete load"

You've pulled in the weak, you've cheated the poor
You starving tramp, you turned from the door
You've lit up gold till your purses burst
You've given a cleargy a beastly lust

You've mocked at God in your hellful pride
You've killed and you've cheated, you've plundered and lied
You've come across men and you've swore and you've stole
Not a one but a splurge and in body and soul
Body and soul

So you've paid full fare and I'll carry you through
If there's one don't be loud, I'd like to know who
And here's a time when I ain't no liar
A land that will save you, a land of fire

And your flesh will scorch in the flames that roar
You'll sizzle and burn from [incomprehensible] to core
Then I awoke with a thrilling cry
My were clothes were wet, my hair stood high

And I prayed as I've never until that hour
To be saved from hell and the devil's power
At present my vows were not in vain
That I paid no fare on that hellbound train

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Breathe - Lyrics - The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste - Ministry

Title: Breathe
Album: The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste
Artist: Ministry
Composer(s): Paul Barker, William Rieflin, K Ogilvie, Chris Connelly, Alain Jourgensen

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Lyric:
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe

Corporate causes with self-served denial
The raping of the land
Collapse, the lungs malfunction
They never learned to breathe

Breathe

Rusted syringes and half-thought disposal
A burial at sea
Waste water graveyard
Swimming in disease

Breathe

This is the world
It's not working
This is this earth

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe, you fucker

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe, you fucker

Children gasping the second-hand air
Death and desperation
We've got to cut the lies with truth
We breathe

Breathe

This is the world
The clock's ticking
Is this this earth?

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe, you fucker

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe, you fucker

Hope springs eternal but there's no conviction
Action mistaken for ransom is paid
All this concern is the true contradiction
The world is insane

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe

This is the world
It's got no future
Is this this earth?

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe, you fucker
...

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Brown Skin Lady - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Brown Skin Lady
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Jason Daniel Rawls, Talib Kweli Green, Gil Scott-Heron, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
Be like, yo, let me ask you somethin'
I wanna know, I wanna know who you are

Brown skin lady, hey hey
Yes
Where you goin'?
This goes to the brown skin ladies

Brown skin lady
Yo, indigineous women of the planet Earth
What you doin'?
Givin' birth to the brown skin ladies first

Brown skin lady
For what it's worth, from me to you
How do you feel?
From me to you, watchin' you

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the way you move

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, please, won't you do that dance
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you, baby

And everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing
Everybody on the avenue, I know
When they see you sing, there she is

Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivals
My incredible women is, plentiful
Over the years I met a few, none of them compare to you
Preparin' you to make food bearable, somethin' terrible, let's see

You fruitful, beautiful, smart, lovable, huggable
Doable like art, suitable to be part
Of my life, Coppertone, oh, you copyright infringement
Pay you bidness ten cents, way back in the day

It's like I'm standin' there you know appreciatin' God's design
And then you showed up, it's like you read my mind
Damn she's fine, I think I add the RE, in front of that
And see if she D, to get with a cat like me

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the way you move

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, please, won't you do that dance
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you, baby

And everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing
Everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing, there she is

Ooh, daring, me girl, look at you
Comin' on the block lookin' fresh and brand new
Ooh, headwrap cover your hairdo
Pretty feet peekin' through open-toed shoe

Ooh, no limit to what I would do
Make love to you like long interview
Whooh, is she for real, me like you
Good look champion, win the title

True, many man try invite you
Shot down lyric each time they cyph you
Jewel, what man you get all insides you
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture

Ooh, can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach you
Yo check her she the nectar the bee get close to

I don't get many compliments but I am confident
Used to have a complex about, gettin' too complex
You got me, willin' to try, looked me in the eye
My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by

I'm feelin' high, got my imagination flickerin' like hot flames
It's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the
Coltrane to a love Supreme
My brown lady, creates environments
For happy brown babies, I know it sounds crazy

But your skin's the inspiration for cocoa butter
You provoke a brother we should get to know one another
I discover when I bring you through my people say true
All I can say is all praise due I thank you God for a beauty like you

Brown skin lady
Yes
Where you goin'?
This goes to the brown skin ladies
Brown skin lady

On the planet Earth today, yes
What you doin'?
Brown skin lady
How do you feel?

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the way you move

I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
The way you walk, please, won't you do that dance
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you, baby

And everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing
Everybody on the avenue
I know, when they see you sing, there she is

There she is, she's a brown skinned lady
Such a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady

You know what some people put themselves through
To look just like you?
Dark stocking, high heels, lipstick, alla that
You know what?

Without makeup you're beautiful
Whatcha you need to paint the next face for
We're not dealin' with the European standard of beauty tonight
Turn off the TV and put the magazine away

In the mirror tell me what you see
See the evidence of divine presence
Women of the, Carribean, they got the, golden sun
I know women on the continent got it

Nigeria and Ghana, you know they got it
Tanzania, Namibia and Mozambique
And Botswana to let it speak
About Latinas Columbianas

Tallenas, of course the Brooklyn women walk that walk
And the Bronx women walk that walk
Honies from Queens walk that walk, NYC, ATL, LA
Cincinatti, the Bay Area

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Cannibal Song - Lyrics - The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste - Ministry

Title: Cannibal Song
Album: The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste
Artist: Ministry
Composer(s): Alien Jourgensen, Alain Jourgensen, Paul G Barker, Christopher Joh Connelly

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Lyric:
Dehumanize, lobotomize
Thrown into a cell
Swallow your pride
In an infant mind

Thrown into a cell
A punishment fit
For a crippled mind

Don't do that to me
Criminals, sodomites
All laughing at me

Life is hell forever fighting
A deficient mind
We're all left alone and poisoned
A sickening trap, a sight worth seeing

Dehumanize, lobotomize
Thrown into a cell
Swallow your pride
In an infant mind

Don't do that to me
Don't do that to me
Force breaks our back
Time preserves, fearfully

You know what I said
Hideous and strange

Thrown into a cell
A punishment fit
For a crippled mind

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Behind Enemy Lines - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Behind Enemy Lines
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): L Alford, A Mair, V Williams, C Gavin

Lyric:
Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock
But prison ain't nothin' but a private stock
And she be dreamin' 'bout his date of release, she hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, free Fred
Son of a Panther that the government shot dead

Back in 12-4-1969, 4 o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine
'Cuz Fred Hampton Jr., looks just like him
Walks just like him, talks just like him
And it might be frightenin', the feds and the snitches
See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters

So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
18 years because the 5-0 said so
They said he set a fire to a Arab store
But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man locked up

(Hello?)
Collect call from Ness
(Where are you?)
Yo shit is crazy boo, I miss you
(Have you been alright?)
Yo, can you put some money in my commisary?

Little Kenny been smokin' Lucy since he was 12
Now he 25 locked up wit a L
They call him triple K, 'cuz he killed 3 niggas
Another ghetto child got turned into a killa

His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy
Grandmama had to raise the baby

Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty
Hustlin', robbery, whatever brung the paper home
Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane
Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name

But y'all know how the game go
Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been
Never see the hood again

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man locked up

Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man locked up

Cuando yo llamo, como tú no me quieres escuchar
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan retratos
No tengo dinero, estoy aquí jodío en la cárcel metío

You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin'
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin' routine
They put is in a box just like our life on the block
Behind enemy lines

You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin'
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin' routine
They put is in a box just like our life on the block
Behind enemy lines

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Buried Alive By Love (Deliverance Version) - Lyrics - Him

Title: Buried Alive By Love (Deliverance Version)
Artist: Him
Composer(s): Ville Hermanni Valo

Lyric:
Again the burden of losing rests upon my shoulders
And its weight seems unbearable
Your tomb is where your heart is, I should have told her
But within me hid a secret so terrible

To cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Then rescue me with your smile, yeah

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Then rescue me with your smile, yeah

Kiss of vanity blessed me with a spiritual murder
Fed the Gods of war insatiable
Your home is where the dark is, I should have told her
Embrace the fire indestructible

To die is to know that you're alive
And my river of blood won't run dry
I never wanted to lose you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile

Oh, they say, to cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And a deserted soul is gone

A cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile

I?ve been buried alive by love
Been buried alive by love
Been buried alive by love, yeah

I?ve been buried alive by love
Been buried alive by love
Been buried alive by love, yeah

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Buried Alive By Love ( Tavastia Version ) - Lyrics - Him

Title: Buried Alive By Love ( Tavastia Version )
Artist: Him
Composer(s): Ville Hermanni Valo

Lyric:
Again the burden of losing rests upon my shoulders
And its weight seems unbearable
Your tomb is where your heart is, I should have told her
But within me hid a secret so terrible

To cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Then rescue me with your smile, yeah

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Then rescue me with your smile, yeah

Kiss of vanity blessed me with a spiritual murder
Fed the Gods of war insatiable
Your home is where the dark is, I should have told her
Embrace the fire indestructible

To die is to know that you're alive
And my river of blood won't run dry
I never wanted to lose you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile

Oh, they say, to cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And a deserted soul is gone

A cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile

If I should die before I wake
Pray no one my soul to take
And if I wake before I die
Rescue me with your smile

I?ve been buried alive by love
Been buried alive by love
Been buried alive by love, yeah

I?ve been buried alive by love
Been buried alive by love
Been buried alive by love, yeah

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Deeper Well - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: Deeper Well
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): Daniel Lanois, David Olney, Emmylou Harris

Lyric:
The sun burned hot, it burned my eyes
Burned so hot I thought I'd died
Thought I'd died and gone to hell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well

I went to the river but the river was dry
I fell to my knees an I looked to the sky
Looked to the sky and the spring rain fell
I saw the water from a deeper well

Well, lookin' for the water from a deeper well
Well, lookin' for the water from a deeper well

I was ready for love, I was ready for the money
Ready for the blood and ready for the honey
Ready for the winnin', ready for the bell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well

I found some love and I found some money
Found that blood would drip from the honey
Found I had a thirst that I could not quell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well

Well, lookin' for the water from a deeper well
Well, lookin' for the water from a deeper well

Well, I did it for kicks and I did it for hate
I did it for lust and I did it for faith
I did it for need and I did it for love
Addiction stayed on tight like a glove

So I ran with the moon and I ran with the night
And the three of us were a terrible sight
Nipple to the bottle, to the gun, to the cell
To the bottom of a hole of a deeper well

Well, lookin' for the water from a deeper well
Well, lookin' for the water from a deeper well

I rocked with the cradle and I rolled with the rage
I shook those walls and I rattled that gage
Took my trouble down a dead end trail
Reachin' out a hand for a holier grail

Hey there, mama, did you carry that load
Did you tell your baby 'bout the bend in the road
'Bout the rebel yell, 'bout the one that fell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well

Well, lookin' for the water from a deeper well
Well, lookin' for the water from a deeper well

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H.I.P.H.O.P - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: H.I.P.H.O.P
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Thor-

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Lyric:
Yeah, that?s the one
Yo, Thor-El, just just check your mic

So you wanna be the Million Dollar Man, kid, what?s your plan?
Make a deal with the Devil, settle for a hundred grand
Not enough, I call your bluff, hit you with the stuff
Deal with this an' think you?re tough?
Gimme a call when things get rough

You get no Vette an' if I could stay leaded
I?m leavin' rappers one-legged from fakin' like the prosthetic
More artificial by cripple, rap is like your pistol
Grim Reaper, I got the whistle, death, I pull no tissue

Hit you like the Mac-11, MC?s subtract by seven
Callin', callin' for the Reverend, lookin' at Hell like Heaven
I?m on the map, makin' it like the crazy on the track
Oh, what the hell, I get my mail while I raid you 'til it crack

H.I.P.H.O.P., we are
H.I.P.H.O.P., we are

Dead, two in the head before some A an' R tell me
I must give up the streets, you lift the company, can sell me
What?s the sense in being large if you can?t take a risk?
Thinkin' a risk upon a disc means you?re written off the list

I?m not sayin' you can?t have your fame an' glory just don?t bore me
When I come to see you live an' I paid twenty-five
That?s crazy loot Kris is sayin', I don?t play those games
'Killing Rhyme Sessions' is the meanin' of my name

But don?t call my name in vain 'cause I will appear
An' your livest MC will get slain right here
See, I do the homework an' I do the extra credit
You could sell a million records an' still can?t set it

'Cause the Lex or Beem is probably just the matches an' a Jeep
So I?m sure your rap career, now if they come before your people
Oh, Lord, you can?t be thinkin' about Billboard
With the mic cord an' several thousand people just bored

Bein' dope live is like bein' insured for life
You always get called back twice, you are

H.I.P.H.O.P., we are
H.I.P.H.O.P., we are
H.I.P.H.O.P., we are
H.I.P.H.O.P., we are

I burn like hydracholoric an' my city got itty
He?s terrible, Thor-El?s incredible an' terrific
Is it that you?re under the influence of local obvious?
Rappers that die, but why? Explain the obvious

No stoppin' this lyrics from the esophagus
Rockin' strictly the hip hop populace

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Hit U Up - Lyrics - Lights Out - Lil' Wayne

Title: Hit U Up
Album: Lights Out
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Tab Virgil

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Lyric:
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas and sharks
Niggas that's 'bout beefin' lettin' them K's spark

Knockin' it off your shoulder soldiers, them real niggas
Niggas who did time hard to kill niggas
How you live you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more niggas bustin' your head

Sendin' you to your grave, it's do or die, cousin
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks

Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck, wodie, you're assed out
That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth

Get erased, my nigga
(My nigga)
Look here, I leave no trace, my nigga
(My nigga)
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga
(My nigga)

Fled the scene, so you have no case, my nigga, case, my nigga
Look here, you can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Whaa?)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up

I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets"

I can't help, I draw attention, they be fuckin' with me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east

Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up

Still stickin' to the G-code, Ree's, and B's
Quit drinkin' but I will smoke some weed indeed
All they understand is my project English
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
You a killer, nigga? Ain't no fear in my heart
(Eah?)
I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
I'll even go K for K with ya, now make your choice

Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
Momma upset, can't even go on and grievin', nigga

Nothin' change, I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me

I've been in the game, niggas know what I'm 'bout
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Now, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Whaa?)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Hello, world
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
Pop some in your dreadlocks, what? Me not no rookie, boy

Glock cookin', boy
I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
Spark or lace somethin'

Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us, we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it's a miracle

'Cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Don't blame me, society changed me

You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
Cut off lights, we masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga
(Ooh)
(Did you see that?)

We hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
(Did you see that?)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Boy, look
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Nigga, we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these Boys, nigga
(Hot hot hot)
Let 'em burn, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
B. Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer

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Fucker - Lyrics - Eels

Title: Fucker
Artist: Eels
Composer(s): Mark O. Everett

Lyric:
Came home tonight I felt like I'd die of loneliness
Strange, you think popularity
Looking for a simple life, life ain't simple
Tired and sick but I don't wanna be alone

Could go to a party but I don't really want to
For now I'm sitting out here on my porch
Writing in the dark air listening to
My little black cat meaow

Trying to vent some of the terrible passion
That's coursing through me
Something about you something about spending
The afternoon asleep in your arms

I hate you, fucker

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January 1979 - Lyrics - Me Without You

Title: January 1979
Artist: Me Without You
Composer(s): Christopher Kleinberg, Richard Mazzotta, Daniel Pishock, Michael Weis, Aaron Weiss

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Lyric:
January, 1979 saw a terrible crash
And it couldn't help but laugh
My ear pressed against the past
Like a glass on the wall of a house in a photograph

My forehead no longer sweet
With holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips
I was floating in a peaceful sea
Rescued by a sinking ship

(I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall
(If I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall
(I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall
(If I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall

You watched me like a 10-car highway wreck with detached
Vulgar curiosity, us looking down on the tops of the hats of us
Passersby from your seventh floor balcony

And grew such a height we missed creatures too small for sight
Carry on over conversation as the misguided insects
Crown me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration

After years with a crown on my head
I've grown overfed, unconcerned and comfortably numb
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy
Oh someone make me afraid of what I've become

At the first sign of possible sorrow
I turned my heels and ran
Oh, I?ll never learn
My life is a cup of sugar I borrowed
Before time began and forgot to return

(I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time, I always said I could see but now I?m going blind
(If I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time, I always said I could see but now I?m going blind
(I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time, I always said I could see but now I?m going blind
(If I could be your servant)
It was a matter of miserable time but I heard somewhere
There was a cure for useless eyes

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Greeny Green - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Greeny Green
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): E Johnson, W Knighton, R Barnett

Lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen, you are listening
To the rulers of the spirit world
(Really, really, really, really)

Yeah, yeah, that means poetry deep in this team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Yeah, y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Yeah, yeah

Check this out, check this out, bust it

This is like a rocket, you never packed
This many condominiums in your pocket
Ugh, you never smoked this much weed before
Where else can these nigga go
Don't know tomorrow, it's about today, bruh

I want some coochie that I ain't gotta pay for
I'm the one that holidayed ya
ATL, land where we parlay ya
No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clown
It's enough females in the streets
To go 'round two, three times

Atlanta, the doctor's home
Always somebody hoggin' the payphone
Say holmes, where your daughter?
She'll tell ya, "I'm pure like artesian water"
Feed me a quarter like a jukebox

I sell rhymes like rocks, the police oughta stop checkin'
The Lord gave me a blessing
Longest crops, I sees with you
You think the Lord pleased with you?
Ugh, you think he'd kiss you?
You think he'd kiss you or he'd dis you?

Poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Yeah, poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Bust it

Suits of brutality patrol sectors
Day care centers ran by vestors
Drunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucks
New comers think they won the diversion on pure luck
Shark pools in the hall
One drop can start a frenzy

Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuse
We here by being careful, vigilence
Vampires [Incomprehensible] lace personal pants with blood
Just ask for the special, crackers crave samples of niggas urine
Strands of hair and semen, blue lights in the basements
Having conversations with voices between four by fours

Rack 'em up, I'll bust your head
Stay, playing the role of executioner
Been years on death row, now he don't wanna die
For arranging his wife's murder
Equal opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminate
Like unemployment, officers doing break

Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
One deep in this team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Poetry runs deep in this team

Poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Yeah, poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Bust it

Belligerent thoughts of militant ways
Camouflaged in the brush, love or lust
Which can we trust hidden in the cuts
Terrible they bounce 'em every third month
Yeah, after the big flood of truth
Caught in your own evidence

Now you hesitant to believe me
You back to hangin' with parks
That's what you called her
Now you run 'cause you know
That's what you want
(That's what you want, what you want)

If I felt like everything was good
Maybe then I could knock on wood
To protect the good
That surrounds my innermost thoughts
Until my thoughts were caught unguarded
As hard as it is to be perfect I try

And I still flaw listening to the next guy
That knew more and saw it before I did
Came up big, to dig an early grave
Get locked up and turn a slave for the rhythm
We rap, still get slapped by the system

Yeah, poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green
Yeah, poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on, we the green green

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Gymnast, High Above The Ground - Lyrics - Her Majesty - Decemberists

Title: Gymnast, High Above The Ground
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy

Lyric:
The gymnast, high above the ground
Limbers up and falls, tender down
Ankles splayed and all tied
The gymnast long has arrived

Lazy, your long sister lays
Waiting out this long light brigade
Prayed for snow a long time
Lazy, it long has arrived

Through the tarlatan holes
You've been slipping, been slipping away
And the weather will hold
It's been ever so, ever so gray

And here, as we're coming down
We're sounding out
It's a terrible, terrible tide
As it lights upon your eye

But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade
It's a chemical, chemical kind
As it lights upon your eye
Lights upon your eye

The bosun calls upon the quay
Compass gone, he long has lost his way
To lighthouse shine, to calm tide
The bosun long has arrived

Through the tarlatan holes
You've been slipping, been slipping away
And the weather will hold
It's been ever so, ever so gray

But here as we're coming down
We're sounding out
It's a terrible, terrible tide
As it lights upon your eye

But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade
It's a chemical, chemical kind
As it lights upon your eye
Lights upon your eye

April marches on
April marches on
April marches on
April marches on

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Half As Much - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: Half As Much
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): Curley Williams

Lyric:
If you love me half as much as I love you
You wouldn't worry me half as much as you do
You're nice to me when there's no one else around
You only build me up let me down

If you missed me half as much as I miss you
You wouldn't stay away half as much as you do
I know that I could never be this blue
If you only loved me half as much as I love you

Well if you love me half as much as I love you
You wouldn't worry me half as much as you do
I know that I could never be this blue
If you only loved me half as much as I love you
Well if you only loved me half as much as I love you

{Thank you
Is it wonderful to sit out there I mean is this a great
Place to sort of feel the Hillbilly guests.
I, I played a lot of different places in last sixteen years
From a really mega buck you know a multi-million dollar places
That really sound terrible to one place in Lake Charles Louisana
Where the only way to get to the stage is to climb through the window
And so ah anyway this is the best, this is the best}

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Killing Time - Lyrics - Garage Inc. - Metallica

Title: Killing Time
Album: Garage Inc.
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): David Bates, Vivian Patrick Campbell, Trevor Fleming, Raymond Haller

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Lyric:
Sound of gunfire comes through the night
Killing and hatred, it's a terrible sight
Reports come in of the heavy attack
Message is seen, we're moving back

Preparations are made for the journey back
It's a survival, supplies are packed
No more nights in this eternal hell
Destination is simple, we move out

Killing time, you left from the line
Killing time, your turn to kill
Killing time, what do you say?
Killing time, aha, killing time

And he knew what he needed to keep us alive
No time for cowardice, kill and survive
Like a killer kid with a switchblade knife
Nasty word, he'll take your life

The silence is over, they attack again
Killing and hatred drive me insane
Reports come in of a heavy attack
Message is seen, we're moving back

Killing time, you left from the line
Killing time, your turn to kill
Killing time, what do you say?
Killing time, aha, killing time

Sound of gunfire comes through the night
Killing and hatred, it's a terrible sight
Reports come in of a heavy attack
Message is seen, we're moving back

And he knew what he needed to keep us alive
No time for cowardice, kill and survive
Like a killer kid with a switchblade knife
Nasty word, he'll take your life

Killing time, you left from the line
Killing time, your turn to kill
Killing time, what do you say?
Killing time, aha, killing time

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Kuruption - Lyrics - Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey - Kurupt

Title: Kuruption
Album: Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Ricardo Brown, Eric Schrody, Farid Nassar

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Lyric:
Government's corrupt
Police force, corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up

Government's corrupt
Police force, corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up

Step two paces
Turn and entrapped in the middle of the frontline where the action's at
Head straight to the scope, it's like hangin on the edge, of a ledge
I play my part, piece to the puzzle

Heat's with a muzzle, a YG always in trouble
'Cuz of what he know, 'cuz of what he knew
How he grew, up and, what he grew up to
And what he gon' grow up to be

It's nuttin' wrong but homie don't grow up to be like me
Temptation to touch, a terrible thing
A placement in your palm an unbearable thing
The street has many wars, infiltries, many ways

Lives lost, many K's, full size and mini K's
Comin' in many arrays
Many shapes, sizes, and shades
'Cuz boys in blue they just might get you

Government's corrupt
Police force, corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up

Government's corrupt
Police force, corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up

Now Bobby and Susy were unhappily wed
So Bobby shot Susy in the back of the head
Bobby got taken to the county jail
He put up his house and he walked on bail

Now Bobby's on the streets he's free as the breeze
He saved up his loot for his legal fees
He spent his whole bank quote on attorneys
Who got the case dropped on technicalities

Government's corrupt
Police force, corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up

Government's corrupt
Police force, corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up

Through the good and bad times, times bad and good
Missin' all the things that we used to have in the hood
Things makin' me happy, used to make me sad
It feels like the war of the world, fire in hand

Spread, head to head like legions of germs
Wrapped like pearls and shells make 'em wriggle like worms
We everlastin', Kurupt and Everlast
Lashin', ever ready sounds, spreadin' like rashes

Life is complicated, Kurupt, Everlast and Soopafly made it
For traded, supposedly stay shaded
They may lurk but we lurk too
They create the war that we fight for

There's only one life and only one way to be
God fear gotta give love to the G O D 'cuz I can see
Everythang's corrupted, I'm corrupted
TV corrupted the public, niggaz yellin' out, fuck it

Government's corrupt
Police force, corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up

Government's corrupt
Police force, corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up

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I Don'T Need Your Loving - Lyrics - A Man's Not A Camel - Frenzal Rhomb

Title: I Don'T Need Your Loving
Album: A Man's Not A Camel
Artist: Frenzal Rhomb
Composer(s): Alexis Feltham, Gordon Forman, Jason Whalley, Lindsay Mcdougall

Lyric:
Well I needed to define what it was that made you mine
Was it pity or disgust? I used to know but now I just don't trust
Since the accident what it was you meant?
I convinced myself it was heaven sent that the ambulance was sent

And I wish I had disguise, please let ignorance provide
A shield covering my pride might restore my faith in good
Yeah a wish I understood but I don't care
I just need another 'lude and intravenous food

I don't need your loving all I need is a spinal operation
I don't need your loving all I need is another operation

In my weakened state I might, independence I won't fight
'Cause I don't need your sorry eyes or was that just terrible disguise
Or was it loose, thinly veiled hate I understand
Why you didn't want to wait when it's time to operate

I don't need your loving all I need is a spinal operation
I don't need your loving all I need is another operation
I don't need your loving all I need is a spinal operation
I don't need your loving all I need is another operation

And now I'm running out of time, now I know that hate is blind
It's all legal, not a crime, I give consent to your detriment
Press the buzzer and you'll know it's time, ask the nurse
She'll say everything's fine, take a scalpel to my spine

I don't need your loving all I need is a spinal operation
I don't need your loving all I need is another operation
I don't need your loving all I need is a spinal operation
I don't need your loving all I need is another operation

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If I Were A Rich Man - Lyrics - What Now My Love - Herb Alpert &Amp; The Tijuana Brass

Title: If I Were A Rich Man
Album: What Now My Love
Artist: Herb Alpert &Amp; The Tijuana Brass
Composer(s): Jerry Bock, Sheldon Harnick

Lyric:
Dear God, you made many, many poor people
I realize, of course, that it's no great shame to be poor
But it's no great honor either
So what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?

If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work hard
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
If I were a biddy-biddy rich
Daidle deedle daidle daidle, man

I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with the real wooden floors below
There would be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down
And one more leading nowhere, just for show

I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese
And ducks for the town to see and hear
Squawking just as noisily as they can
And each loud "Pa-pa-gee! Pa-pa-gaack! Pa-pa-gee! Pa-pa-gaack!"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man", oy!

If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work hard, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
If I were a biddy-biddy rich
Daidle deedle daidle daidle, man

I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double chin
Supervising meals to her heart's delight
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock
Oy! What a happy mood she's in
Screaming at the servants day and night

The most important men in town will come to fawn on me
They will ask me to advise them like a Solomon the Wise
"If you please, Reb Tevye, pardon me, Reb Tevye?"
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes
Ya va voy, ya va voy, voy vum

And it won't make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong
When you're rich, they think you really know

If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men
Seven hours every day
That would be the sweetest thing of all, oy!

If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man

I wouldn't have to work hard, daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum
Lord who made the lion and the lamb
You decreed I should be what I am
Would it spoil some vast, eternal plan
If I were a wealthy man?

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Many Rivers To Cross - Lyrics - Joe Cocker

Title: Many Rivers To Cross
Artist: Joe Cocker
Composer(s): J Cliff

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Lyric:
Many rivers to cross
But I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering I'm lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover

Many rivers to cross
And it's only my will that keeps me alive
I've been ripped, washed up for years
And I merely survive because of my pride

And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's such a drag to be on your own
My girl left me and wouldn't say why
Guess I'll just break right down and cry

Many rivers to cross
But just where to begin
I'm playing for time
There have been times I find myself
Thinking of committing some terrible crime

Still this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's such a drag to be on your own
My woman left me and wouldn't say why
Guess I'll just break right down and cry

Many rivers to cross
But I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover

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