1984 - Lyrics - David Bowie

Title: 1984
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Robert Jones

Lyric:
Someday they won't let you, now you must agree
The times they are a-telling, and the changing isn't free
You've read it in the tea leaves and the tracks are on TV
Beware, the savage jaw of 1984

They'll split your pretty cranium and fill it full of air
And tell that you're eighty but brother you won't care
You'll be shooting up anything like tomorrow's wasn't there
Beware, the savage jaw of 1984

(Come see, come see, remember me?)
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last but I guess we've grown in 1984
(Who could ask for more?)
In 1984
(Who could ask for more, more?)

I'm looking for a vehicle, I'm looking for a ride
I'm looking for a party, I'm looking for a side
I'm looking for the treason that I knew in '65
Beware, the savage jaw of 1984

(Come see, come see, remember me?)
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last but I guess we enrolled in 1984
(Who could ask for more?)
In 1984
(Who could ask for more, more?)

1984
1984
1984
(More)
1984
1984
(More)
1984

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Sense Of Doubt - Lyrics - Christiane F. Wir Kinder (Soundtrack) - David Bowie

Title: Sense Of Doubt
Album: Christiane F. Wir Kinder (Soundtrack)
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
Someday they won't let you, so now you must agree
The times they are a-telling, and the changing isn't free
You've read it in the tea leaves, and the tracks are on TV
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984

They'll split your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air
And tell that you're eighty, but brother, you won't care
You'll be shooting up on anything, tomorrow's never there
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984

Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (Who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore)
(Mor-or-or-or-ore)

I'm looking for a vehicle, I'm looking for a ride
I'm looking for a party, I'm looking for a side
I'm looking for the treason that I knew in '65
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984

Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (Who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore)
(Mor-or-or-or-ore)

1984
1984
1984 (More)
1984
1984 (More)
1984

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I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor - Lyrics - Whatever People Say I Am Thats What I Am Not - Arctic Monkeys

Title: I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor
Album: Whatever People Say I Am Thats What I Am Not
Artist: Arctic Monkeys
Composer(s): Alexander David Turner

Lyric:
Stop making the eyes at me
And I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me
Is that I don't really want you to

And your shoulders are frozen
(Cold as the night)
Oh but you're an explosion
(You?re dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang b-b-bang! Go!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you?re looking for romance or
I don't know what you?re looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Well from 1984!

I wish you'd stop ignoring me
Because you're sending me to despair
Without a sound yeah you?re calling me
And I don't think it's very fair

That your shoulders are frozen
(Cold as the night)
Oh but you're an explosion
(You?re dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang b-b-bang! Go!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you?re looking for romance or
I don't know what you?re looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Well from 1984!

Oh there ain?t no love no, Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes in DJ sets and
Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness

I wanna bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you?re looking for romance or
I don't know what you?re looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
Said from 1984!

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Talk Shows On Mute - Lyrics - Monuments & Melodies - Incubus

Title: Talk Shows On Mute
Album: Monuments & Melodies
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Michael Einziger, Brandon Boyd, Christopher Kilmore, Kenneth Benjamin, Jose Pasillas

Lyric:
Take a bow, pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights
Pay an audience to care
'Impress me' personality

Still and transfixed, the electric sheep
Are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction

Quick, your time is almost up
Make all forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame
Burn into obscurity

Still and transfixed, the electric sheep
Are dreaming up your fate
And judge you from the card castle
Comfort of America

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, yeah

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two one
Lights, camera, transaction

Lights, camera, transaction

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction

Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say, you're so much more, you're so much more
Endearing with the sound turned off

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Talk Show On Mute - Lyrics - A Crow Left Of The Murder - Incubus

Title: Talk Show On Mute
Album: A Crow Left Of The Murder
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Michael Einziger, Brandon Boyd, Christopher Kilmore, Kenneth Benjamin, Jose Pasillas

Lyric:
Take a bow, pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights
Pay an audience to care
'Impress me' personality

Still and transfixed, the electric sheep
Are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction

Quick, your time is almost up
Make all forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame
Burn into obscurity

Still and transfixed, the electric sheep
Are dreaming up your fate
And judge you from the card castle
Comfort of America

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, yeah

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two one
Lights, camera, transaction

Lights, camera, transaction

Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights, camera, transaction

Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say, you're so much more, you're so much more
Endearing with the sound turned off

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Pressure Tested 1984 - Lyrics - Guide To Better Living - Grinspoon

Title: Pressure Tested 1984
Album: Guide To Better Living
Artist: Grinspoon
Composer(s): Joe Hansen, Phil Jamieson

Lyric:
Pressure tested 1984
Orange flavor that I can't ignore
Ignore, Ignore

Shepherds restless, waiting in the barn
Could you consume, if I was around your town
It's not your doubt, don't tell me that

I can't ignore it, I can't ignore it
I can't ignore it, I can't ignore it

Pressure tested
Pressure tested
Pressure tested
...

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Give It Up - Lyrics - Freedom For Frankenstein: Hits & Pieces 1984-1991 - Alice Cooper

Title: Give It Up
Album: Freedom For Frankenstein: Hits & Pieces 1984-1991
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Vincent Furnier, Robert William Athis

Lyric:
You got your sugar
You got your spice
You got a kitten
Now isn't that nice
You just can't wait for a picnic in Spring
I just get nauseous
When I think of those things

You wait and wait and you wait for a lifetime
For a little piece of cake in the night time yeah
You wait and wait you can't wait any longer
You wait and wait, couldn't be any wronger no

Give it up
Don't let it get you down
Give it up
You really really blew it
Give it up
Turn your head around

You shop around for a sensible car
You hold your breath when you wish on a star
You settle down in a warm little house
You make some babies with your warm little spouse
Ah, how nice

You wait and wait and you wait for a lifetime
For a little piece of cake in the night time yeah
You wait and wait you can't wait any longer
You wait and wait, couldn't be any wronger no

Give it up
Don't let it get you down
Give it up
You really really blew it
Give it up
Turn your head around

Just when you got it made
And all your bills are paid
You stumble and fall into your grave
Ah, too bad

You wait and wait and you wait for a lifetime
For a little piece of cake in the night time yeah
You wait and wait you can't wait any longer
You wait and wait, couldn't be any wronger no

Give it up
Don't let it get you down
Give it up
You really really blew it
Give it up
Turn your head around

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Cold Life - Lyrics - Twelve Inch Singles (1981-1984) - Ministry

Title: Cold Life
Album: Twelve Inch Singles (1981-1984)
Artist: Ministry
Composer(s): Allen D Jourgensen

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Lyric:
Cold, cold, cold

You know the yolk it's spreading from
You laugh as people scatter 'bout
Surrounded by a veil of stars
You realize that your life is dark

Earth gets colder every day
If scientists could have their way
They'd study us from far away
And watch as people's minds decay

Cold, cold, cold

Your body's in the hands of fools
With swimming pools and low IQ's
There's nothing to see, nothing to do
Buy your stocks and sell your jewels

Bill collectors stole my mail
My wife and kids are all for sale
I hope to God I go to jail
And no one can come up with bail

Cold life, cold life, cold life, cold

Cold, cold, cold

I can't control my buried thoughts
The slightest thing makes me distraught
I'm like the people I once fought
My every action's being bought

Robot trainers earn their pay
As mutant kids go out to play
It's such a pretty, pretty day
With orange nights and days of grey

Cold, cold, cold

I've now become a nervous wreck
I'm getting closer to my death
I keep expecting my last breath
As all my friends just laugh and jest

The earth is such a filthy place
And human such an awful race
And I'd rather live in outer space
Where death goes at a slower pace

Cold life, cold life, cold life, cold

Cold life, cold life, cold life, cold

Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold

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Hollywood To Hollywood - Lyrics - Wyclef Jean

Title: Hollywood To Hollywood
Artist: Wyclef Jean
Composer(s): H Hancock, Wyclef Jean, W Maragh, Leo Missir, J Duplessis, T Sparks, P Carli

Lyric:
Blame, blame, whose dat with you again?
(The ride, the ride)
Yes black, where's my jewels at?
(Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown )

Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*)
This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?
I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the driveby's
It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, Clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing

Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(But that ain't right y'all)
Don't wear your colors here
That cemetery gear (California, California)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood

True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted
Jumpin in and out of limo's thinkin is his ass really gifted
The only gift y'all possess is workin with the triple six's
Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces
Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up
Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up
Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
But the last time they saw y'all was 1984
Now y'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin "freeze"
Get out the navigator, Godfather III's in the DVD
They hoppin, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind
There's no celly phone, so you can't phone home
Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg Jerome
("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?")
He a rap artist
("I don't care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear")
Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song
I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone
And come to find out that you never held a chrome
And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam
Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection
Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection

Don't wear your colors here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(But that ain't right y'all)
Don't wear your colors here! (Colors)
That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood

Yo, Hollywood has half-man be hollow to you
How could you have slipped through
While I was detecting the trick that's in you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already been
Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who?
It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up
That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker
Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em
Adrenaline's givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in
You never knew bout how we play these innings
But you about to play the commission
Waves are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh ing
The real is missing but the fraud is evident
Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear
Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn Paul, what's that huh?
Let me get that, with the quick snatch
If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick back
And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer

Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear
I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite
(But that ain't right y'all)
Don't wear your colors here! (Colors)
That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit)
I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood

Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight
Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight
Colors, put away your colours whoa, colors

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California ÜBer Alles - Lyrics - Dead Kennedys

Title: California ÜBer Alles
Artist: Dead Kennedys
Composer(s): Eric R Boucher, John Greenway

Lyric:
I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles and never frowns
Soon I will be President

Carter power will soon go away
I will be fearer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in
Your kids will meditate in school

California uber alles
California uber alles
Uber alles California
Uber alles California

Zen fascists will control you, 100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

You close your eyes can't happen here
Big bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay

California uber alles
California uber alles
Uber alles California
Uber alles California

Now it is 1984, knockin', knockin' at your front door
It's the Suede Denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece

Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry it's only a shower
For your clothes is a pretty flower

Die on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will croak you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
When you mess with President Brown

California uber alles
California uber alles
Uber alles California
Uber alles California

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Underground Kingz - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: Underground Kingz
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

Honor respect, valor and nuts
You best to come with all fo', when you come up against us
You can scream, yell, cuss, catch a bit of throw tantrum
It don't matter, 'cause a victory you gon' hand 'em

No Phantom, slabs and 4's
Money pimps coming through, so nigga grab your hoes
Trying to sip some'ing too, so nigga pass the purp'
We 'bout to beat your avenue, getting cash and work

It's been a long time, long grind long mash
Now it's long shine, long pine long cash
Tapping ash, out the Cadillac window
While I'm tapping ass, leaning back smoking some endo

Ain't no need to pretend hoe, you know what the real
You know who the truth, when they in the booth you know who the trill
So fuck how you feel, we make you pay by the pound
Recognize when you fucking around, with that underground

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

It was 1984, I heard Run rapping 'bout
Larry Laugh Caddy, wanting to break a bitch cot
22 years later and the block belong to me
Underground Kingz for life, young Pimp C

Put my first record out, at the age of 16
Rapping 'bout moving work, candy painted symphony
We was the first niggaz, talking 'bout wood wheel
Made up the word, that's why I'm so trill

Now everybody, wanna bite my swagger
Roll like a stone, like my name Mick Jagger
Say it befo', had to tell you hoes again
Run a drum machine, like my name Roger Men

Write the rhyme do the beat, the hook and the mix
Records don't sell, I'm back to selling bricks
I went gold, but never sold my soul to bang
And bitch I'll hit you with that thang, I'm a underground kingz

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

Cross the line, nigga push my button
And you gon' die in the very spot, that you thought you wasn't
And you gon' look in the eyes of the man
You thought you were better than
T R I double L, that's with capital letters man

The Pimp and the Bun, Bobby U.N. and J.R.
Big Dick Cheney, and Tony Snow you know who they are
We the best than the rest, getting head for the showers
Fucking cowards get out the way, 'cause the rap game's ours

Y'all niggaz, better reco'
That you ain't gotta like me, but you gon' respect me hoe
17 years, I been rapping with that Bun
Fuck the fame want the change, it's been fun

The up's and the down's, the crying and the smiling
Fuck what you heard, UGK is a island
Away from you niggaz, but we still solid land
Sharks swimming in the water, put your nuts in the sand pussy nigga

Kingz, kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
I sacrificed everythang to be a underground kingz

Kingz
Nigga I risked everythang to be a underground kingz
Underground kingz
And nigga I'll kill everythang to stay a underground kingz

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This Changing Light - Lyrics - Deacon Blue

Title: This Changing Light
Artist: Deacon Blue
Composer(s): Jim Prime, Ricky Ross

Lyric:
I wrote this once before
Long before the summer
You were then a student
And we were dark as angels

We were in the east
Working to the west
The west was looking south
And the south, she had no pity

Last night I dreamed
And you were always in it
There were hopes and plans and schemes
And the town was full of winners

Oh, brother, oh, sister
This changing light
Lighted things so differently
Lighted things so differently

I wrote this once before
And we were all then working
We thought we'd stop the flow
Of a cruel and heartless woman

If I'd known this then
What would these wings have done
They'd have beat and flapped and flown
And not done and not done

Last night I dreamed
And you were always in it
There were hopes and plans and schemes
And the town was full of winners

Oh, brother, oh, sister
This changing light
Lighted things so differently
Lighted things so differently

Oh, brother, oh, sister
This changing light
Oh, brother, oh, sister
This changing light

Oh, brother, oh, sister
This changing light
Has lighted things so differently
Lighted things so differently
So differently

I wrote it on my hand
I kept it in the dark
Never ran it through my hair
I stuffed that in my pocket

Wrote this on a journey
All the way from Spain
Where our fellows fought
And never came back again

To this changing light
To this changing light
Dark, dark changing light
Dark, dark, dark, dark

1979, 1980, 1981, 1982
1983, 1984, 1985, 1986
1987, 1988, 1989
To this changing light
To this changing light
To this changing light
To this changing light

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Too Hot - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Too Hot
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Everybody?s working out at the gymnasium
Pumping iron, getting fit, ready to compete
Everybody working on their own body heat
Everybody hustling out on the street

Julian is out there looking at locations
Arthur?s on the picket line winding up the nation
Sara Jane?s working on her way to a degree
But back in the gymnasium, they?re working out and body popping

It?s gotta stop because it?s getting too hot
Cool it down, ?cause it?s getting too hot
It?s getting crazy, going over the top
It?s too hot, it?s too hot, it?s too hot, it?s too hot

All the kids are working out, they?re on their way to fame
Arthur?s on the war path, here he comes again
The city?s like a sauna bath, stinks like a drain
They?re pumping up the nation but it?s gonna bust a vein

Tourists everywhere, blocking up the streets
My ice cream cone just melted in the heat
And while I do my best to stop my raspberry from slopping
Back in the gymnasium they?re working out and body popping

It?s gotta stop because it?s getting too hot
Cool it down, ?cause it?s getting too hot
It?s getting crazy, going over the top
It?s too hot, it?s too hot, it?s too hot, it?s too hot

It?s too hot, gotta cool it down
It?s too hot, turn the heating down
It?s too hot, the temperature is up
It?s too hot, it?s too hot, it?s too hot, it?s too hot

The city lights start shining at the end of the day
Taking the place of the big red sun as it slowly sets
Meanwhile back in commuter city, another kid?s packing her bags
And running away

To a city that is really too hot
It?s Piccadilly and it?s really too hot
Too hot, too hot, too hot

Arthur's working out, now he's really got the muscle
Julian's over budget, now he's really got to hustle
And Sara Jane's living on bag take-aways
And working as a stripper on the school holidays

Sleazy town, gets me down, want some peace and quiet
The police are everywhere like there's gonna be a riot
Back in the gymnasium, they're training for a war
Think of all the fun we had in 1984

It's gotta stop because it's getting too hot
Cool it down, 'cause it's getting too hot
It's getting crazy, going over the top
It's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot

It's too hot, gotta cool it down
It's too hot, turn the heating down
It's too hot, the temperature is up
It's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot

It's too hot
It's too hot

Too hot
It's too hot, it's too hot
It's too hot, it's too hot
It's too hot, it's too hot
It's too hot, it's too hot
It's too hot, it's too hot

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Ain'T No Stoppin' This - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Ain'T No Stoppin' This
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Tony Hester, M Smith, Robert Ervin, B Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?

Newcomers, step on back and if you hid last summer
Catch a heart attack 'cause I'm back
I'm bad, you write rhymes made are blad
I'm mad 'cause they said I wasn't bad

No recognition 'cause they said I'm from the ghetto
Carryin' nine millimeters and stilettos
I guess I need a TV show to get mine
But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind

That's too soft for L
I'ma write a rhyme fighter inside of the rebel 'Yell'
Hour jack loops and dancer troops
Watch out for the gangsta machine gun lose

Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, no way, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this

Last year pop rappers got awards
And don't know a damn thing about a block party mic cord
They see LL, they know the brothers real
But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel

When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite
I gotta blow up more and more
Shakin' the rafters from here on after
Puttin' an end to all the laughter

There ain't no way they can win
With the band all in plus the turntable spin
Strip searchin' competition, you can call 'em competition
But there ain't no competition 'cause I'm on a mission

I'ma rip this game, I want the soul train families
And anybody with a name, superstars step aside this year
And all you other little crumbs that wanna try to come near
I'm sick and tired of political setbacks
Too much red tape the box so forget that

Ain't no stoppin' this, ain't no stoppin' this, ain't no stoppin' this
I'm comin', ain't no stoppin' this, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nuh uh, no, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no,
Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, don't stop

Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?

I started in the basement of my grandmother's house
My rap got gashed, your whole body's' gettin' doubts
Burnt to a crisp, lead from the mist
Third degree and God's my only witness

When I shocked the world, hold the prince hostage
For the diamonds and pearls Maker Mike will return
The time tellin' Madonna black love ain't a crime
I'm like a shogun, I ain't scared of no one
Born and raised in New York, that's where I come from

Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this

Yeah, I rip downtown, uptown
I love the way the bass sound, when I'm underground
Boulevard to boulevard, avenue to avenue, I'll be havin' you

Playin' a scene to a song so mean that'll get
Your whole car rockin' like a war machine
Neighbors downstairs call current affairs
'Cause the party got ripped and yours truly was there

Ain't no stoppin' this, 1984, ain't no stoppin' this
1985, ain't no stoppin' this, 1986, ain't no stoppin' this
1987, ain't no stoppin' this, 1988, ain't no stoppin' this
1989, ain't no stoppin' this, 1990, ain't no stoppin' this
91, ain't no stoppin' this, 92, what to do?
1993 and all that infinity, power of God rules

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N Da Closet - Lyrics - It Takes A Thief - Coolio

Title: N Da Closet
Album: It Takes A Thief
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis L., Jr. Ivey, Brian Dobbs, Kathleen Wakefield, Frank Wilson, James Nyx, Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
5:30 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep
A pair of raggedly ass Pro Wings on my feet
Ten dollars in my pocket and now I'm on the creep
To the double up spot 'cos the shit is comin' cheap

It's 1984 and the rocks is all fat
Southern California L.A. is where it's at
I'm smokin' like a motherfuckin' choo choo train
Big cocaine inside my brain aah

But nobody knows that I'm on the hype
Use to be in cream well now I hit the pipe
Face sucked in, yellow tooth grin
No bitches, no friends, no ends to spend

I'm stuck like a rat in a sticky ass trap
And I sold everything but my motherfuckin' gat
I got a habit like a rabbit and I wanna stop it
But I can't 'cos I'm locked n da closet

Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Listen homey

No rehabilitation, no wantin' to talk to
Doin' crimes on every fuckin' place I can walk to
I still get props in the hood when I stroll by
'Cos niggas don't know that I'm smokin' like Popeye

Mama's in the kitchen cookin' rice
Daddy's in the pen doin' life
Sister gotta husband, she's a wife
And I'm in the backyard hittin' the pipe

It's been three or four months since I started usin'
It's a uphill battle and now I know I'm losin'
I go to the spots where my face ain't familiar
And I cook here jack 'cos I don't know these niggas

I'm livin' like a peasant and it ain't pleasant
I think I need to change my direction
I got the five dollar piece now I'm all in the carpet
In the dark 'cos I'm locked n da closet

Someone's knockin' at the door, somebody's ringin' a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin' to hell
Do me a favor, open the door and let 'em have it
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

One year done passed and now I'm lookin' dusty
Disgusted because my own mama don't trust me
My sister's on the trip 'cos she knows I'm on the hit
And I can't take this shit

There's a rumor goin' round that I'm puffin heavily
And my neighbors is lookin' at me crazy, G
I guess they figured out that I broke in they house
And stole all they shit while they was out

My sister told my aunt and my aunt told Pam
And Pam let it slip to that bitch Roxanne
Roxanne told Bill and Bill told Duke
Now the whole hood knows that I play the flute

But before I lost my respect
I didda lick your dumb ass on a jet, shit
Now I'm back to life, yeah I'm back to reality
Ain't no side effects or technicalities

There's one thing about it when your life is fucked
At the bottom the only way to go is up, aah
No more cocaine bitches
I kick the door off the motherfuckin' hinges, I'm out the closet

Someone's knockin' at the door, somebody's ringin' a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin' to hell
Do me a favor, open the door and let 'em have it
And let 'em have it

Someone's knockin' at the door, somebody's ringin' a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin' to hell
Do me a favor, open the door and let 'em have it
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Growin' Up In The Hood - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: Growin' Up In The Hood
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Terry Keith Allen, Andre P Manuel, Joe Simon, Aaron Bernard Tyler

Lyric:
Wake your punk ass up
The M.C Eiht's back in the motherfuckin' house
Kickin' the straight gangster shit, for the 9,1
You know what I'm sayin', gia

Growing up in the hood, yea boy
1984, was the year my peers didn't know, what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade

And at home it's the same ass story
Mom's treatin' me like she don't even know me
But my younger brother's got much clout
I can't take this shit, so, I bones the hell out

And roll with the pack of wicked motherfuckers
No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
A little nigga with no problems at all
Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball

Quick up the stairs, so, little sucker stop lookin'
Stagger to the house, so, I can collect my whoopin'
But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nothin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nutting but bitches and money

I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder
But, it just seems that the hood, that took me under
Police sweat my tip and keep harassin'
Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blastin'

Community tryin' to shut me out
But the money keeps flowin' and I got much clout
With the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
Try to break me out fool, you be a short motherfucker

Always strappin', eager to peal a cap
I set up a trap, put your foot to a nap
'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take two to your jaw

Don't enter my hood, homeboy
Not a Robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy
I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good
Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Nothin' but bitches and money

1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
And I'm fuckin' up shit
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps

As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
Task force tryin' to roll deep
But, I'm playin' these punk fools cheap

Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt
Bullets fly through the window
Hits my brother, down goes my mother

As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches
Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches
I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you fucked up good
Gotta handle that, growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nothin' but bitches and money, yeah

A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
And my face is like a household name
Everybody warns their kids about the dope game

But I'm still makin' my profit
And the one time just can't stop it
So, I keep hidin' my face
No time to waste, they got me on the chase

Now, the neighborhood's on my line
'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime
5, O at my door, at 8 o'clock
Rush to the toilet, so, I could flush the rock

Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout
Am I sure, yo, I guess I got no clout
But it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn
That ain't good, growin' up in the hood

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure
Compton is the city that I claim

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure

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The Company I Keep - Lyrics - Pizza Deliverance [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED] - Drive By Truckers

Title: The Company I Keep
Album: Pizza Deliverance [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED]
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): John Cooley, Patterson Hood, Matt Lane, Rob Malone

Lyric:
My Mama told me, your life is such a wreck
Your dumber than dog shit is what my Daddy said
I was just thirteen when they showed me the door
I keep their picture but don't look at it no more

My first wife told me, you need to get a life
My third wife told me to get another wife
I brought a bottle and the van's parked by that tree
So come on out with me, if you want to be number four

Sometimes I feel like shit
Sometimes that ain't half of it
Sometimes I'm so high I'm scared to go to sleep
Sometimes I'm lower than the company I keep

Ain't held down a job since 1984
I get by holding up convenience stores
I get by on liquor, guns and luck
But I'm scared to death which one might run out first

Sometimes I feel like shit
Sometimes that ain't half of it
Sometimes I'm so high I'm scared to go to sleep
Sometimes I'm lower than the company I keep

I seen my past in everything that I despise
I've seen my future and I'm scared to close my eyes
Is that my ghost that I see in my fears
Or just my reflection in my Mama's tears

Sometimes I feel like shit
Sometimes that ain't half of it
Sometimes I'm so high I'm scared to go to sleep
Sometimes I'm lower than the company I keep

Sometimes I'm lower than the company I keep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep

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This Is Not Enough - Lyrics - Conflict

Title: This Is Not Enough
Artist: Conflict
Composer(s): Colin Jerwood

Lyric:
So much for the change, the re-arranging and politicians declared dead
So much for the troops forced out of Ireland, the police abolished
I read that things had gone too far
And awareness had caused concern at the top
But their backbone must not crack, so their city will not stop

We need a whole new ploy to direct our motives and anger
Force what we see as right but the system holds our banners
We need that new ploy, direct our feelings and anger
Force what we know as right, make our feelings turn into action

Meanwhile senile morons are shitting bricks
Because they know the people have learnt
Just who's who and who funds what
It's time those bastards tables burned

But it has all been said in another time
And if I have sung it once then it is a thousand times
That if we don't do it now we are never gonna break
Free from the oppression that makes us hate

Free from their law, their hypocrisy
From their war that turns our sunny day gray
To free all the animals locked in a cage
Slowly going mad with fits of rage

It's time to overcome 1984
Forget that fairytale, slam shut the door
It's time for reality, not false hopes
It's time to show them who's the joke

It's time to take, it's not too late
So much for the changing
Re-arranging everything else we said
So much for their scum forced out of Ireland
They increased the pressure instead

If things have gone too far
Then action will prove fatal to their props
Yes that backbone might not crack
But their city tears apart

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Wings Of Tomorrow - Lyrics - Europe

Title: Wings Of Tomorrow
Artist: Europe
Composer(s): Joey Tempest

Lyric:
You must be dreamin'
Or going out of your mind
There's no way of changin'
The world over one night

I know, baby, you need to recover
From all the things you've been through
Baby, you need to discover
It ain't much left to do

But ride, ride, ride the wings of tomorrow
(Tomorrow)
Ride, ride, ride to change the world
(To change the world)

You feel sorry for the nations of 1984
And it cuts you like a razor
'Cause you've seen it all before
You've seen it all before

You've seen one war after another
So many lives on the line
You must take care of one another
Or it's the end of time

Ride, ride, ride the wings of tomorrow
(Tomorrow)
Ride, ride, ride to change the world
(To change the world)

Ride, ride, ride the wings of tomorrow
(Tomorrow)
Ride, ride, ride to change the world
(To change the world)
To change the world

You must be dreamin'
Or going out of your mind
There's no way of changin'
The world over one night

I know, baby you need to recover
From all the things you've been through
Baby, you need to discover
It ain't much left to do

Ride, ride, ride the wings of tomorrow
(Tomorrow)
Ride, ride, ride to change the world
(To change the world)

Ride, ride, ride the wings of tomorrow
(Tomorrow)
Ride, ride, ride to change the world, baby
(To change the world)

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We'Ve Got A Bigger Problem Now - Lyrics - In God We Trust, Inc. - Dead Kennedys

Title: We'Ve Got A Bigger Problem Now
Album: In God We Trust, Inc.
Artist: Dead Kennedys
Composer(s): Jello Biafra, Klaus Flouride, John Greenway, Darren Henley, Darrenn H Henley, Ray Pepperell, East Bay Ray

Lyric:
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your "Freedom Of Speech"
Drink up happy hour is now enforced by law

Don't forget our house special
It's called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver
It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid
And a jigger of Formaldehyde

From the jar with Hitler's brain in it
We got in the back storeroom
Happy trails to you, happy trails to you

I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
Born again with Fascist cravings
Still, you made me President

Human Rights will soon go away
I am now your Shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you're going to pray in school
And I'll make sure they're Christian too

California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California

Ku Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
Nigger knockin' for the master race
Still you wear the happy face

You closed your eyes, can't happen here
Alexander Haig is near
Vietnam won't come back you say
Join the army or you will pay
Join the army or you will pay

California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California

Yeah that's it, just relax
Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG
Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV
Lock your doors, close your mind
It's time for the two-minute warning

Welcome to 1984
Are you ready for the Third World War?
You too will meet the secret police
They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece

You'll go quietly to boot camp
They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
Don't you worry, it's for a cause
Feeding global corporations' claws

Die on our brand, new poison gas
El Salvador, Afghanistan
Making money for President Reagan
Making money for President Reagan
And all the friends of President Reagan

California, uber alles
California, uber alles
Uber alles, California
Uber alles, California

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