I Sho Will - Lyrics - Phinally Phamous - Lil Wyte

Title: I Sho Will
Album: Phinally Phamous
Artist: Lil Wyte
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Cedric Kelvin Coleman, Jordan Houston, Patrick Dhane Lanshaw

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Lyric:
Yeah, hypnotize minds, no way
It's going down, the club crazy right now
I don't believe you'll do, we don't believe you
Yeah, finish it, wait

Would you beat 'em to the flo in the club?
(I sho will)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?
(I sho will)
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?
(I sho will)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?
(I sho will)
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch

You motherfuckers want true colors, I got white and I got black
Bay area motherfuckers comin' soon as I step off the track
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If this hater got stomped to the floor, faith took over all the shit

Frayser bizzle, DJ pizzle, Lil Wyizzle and Hypnotizzle
Run the shizzle for shizzle, roll up another one my nizzle
I gotta maintain, I gotta get change
I got to rip this mic from California to Maine

And take it over to Spain, send it to the Dominicans
Tell 'em to examine it, start jammin' all of my sentences
Make sure that they remember this, like if it was some religious shit
The white gold ghetto, platinum, honkey rippin' it

Take it to the bank, get to deposit slip and fill it out
Write it for thirty thousand, turn around and shove it in your mouth
To review hypnotize and you'll see nothin', but potential
People gettin' beat to the flo and it started with a pencil

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?
(I sho will)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?
(I sho will)
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?
(I sho will)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?
(I sho will)
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch

Check it out at a brutal scene, Lil Wyte lighted with gasoline
Fire breathin', gettin' closer to the grass that isn't green
Which means, your team is expired to the back of the pack
Sixteen bars on the side and knowledge on every track

Holdin' it down, never happened, give my crown, keep on rappin'
Even at seventy-five, I'll still be able to work my magic
Be the, Willy Nelson of the next generation
A rising legacy shinin' across every nation

I need a passport luggage and a new wardrobe
Fifty billion, but I would settle for two point four
Check the scans on the man, in this independent land
No video, no single record companies like I be damned

This white cat can rap and put on a good show
It's funny how his music can put me down to the flo
I got to give it raw, I got to give it dirty
Whatever city you rappin', beat 'em down if ya heard me

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?
(I sho will)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?
(I sho will)
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?
(I sho will)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?
(I sho will)
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch

See I had seen the brighter days, smokin' plenty, lightin' hay
My album hit a hundred thousand, now shit been going my way
I give my props to my pops, give my props to my mouth
Give my props to the camp, give my props to the south

Now I'm drunk and I'm high, but I bet you already knew it
You buck as me, you buck as us and we twice as buck as you
Security started movin' to the middle of the crowd
Only if he got a gun, will I agree to shut it down?

'Cuz I ain't trying to get shot by no motherfucking punk
A nerd by day just had too many drinks and all of a sudden crunk
Pick me up, let me out, blow me up and bump me loud
Too many styles be coming up out of me, whenever I hit the crowd

I have a high pace game, face, eye balls off in outer space
Keeping with this shit, tryin' to stay awake, what you think?
Only cracker good enough to be down with the six
Clearly understood that this is some original gangsta shit

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?
(I sho will)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?
(I sho will)
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch

Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?
(I sho will)
Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?
(I sho will)
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch
If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch

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Quiet Money - Lyrics - Az

Title: Quiet Money
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Animal T Carroll, Tyrone Fyffe, K Walker

Lyric:
This is quiet money fo life, understand huh
This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
Get it right, huh

This another one street stressing
Keep pressing, he's guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Where I been that's the key question?

Niggas yelling keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak in lesson if you seeking reference
Never leave ya weapon

See me if you need connections we insessing
Built aggression only brief accession
I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
So believe he's resting, leave the message

Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave you naked
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
That's probation got us extra hating
No explanation for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations

This rap shit got us celebrating
Like we saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probation, serve time got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating
(Nothing)

Yo, at fourteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifteen my brother told me get them digits
Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches

Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
No ass betting if you show it you betta blast it
Math class on the corner yeah I past it

Die right now take twenty from you bastards
Fuck it throw a fifth of Henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
I just went to high school with the clip full

First nigga act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets made me
Rum got me hazy chasing this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team

And I'm gone make the block work
So's reing me up got the hood on clockwork
Bedstuy nigga you know it's on
Gotta flow so strong, you could put it in a bomb

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

Jump out the drop top
Catch you why you copping at that weed spot
Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches that's where y'all niggas scared to come at

Where all the guns at
Where my shorties flip them ones at
That's where my son's at
You speak of war but you don't want that

I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you paralyzed from the waste up

I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
I mean, I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up

Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up
I'm 'bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out
I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out
And knock the glock out, air this whole fucking block out

I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out
Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out
I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout
The M A S A, you run your mouth we smack the tast out
We blow your face out, pay the judge to throw the case out

Check the game and the cats that play in it
Quiet money youngest lieutenant
Yeah world it's been a minute, I'm in it
To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete

Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat
Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends
W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams
The cash the cream from the cradle to the casket green

Got the game tied up we the nasties team
We flash we steam if it's on then we mash your beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed

The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets it's a must we play
We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way
From light to day it's only right that we cock and spray

We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
I told you a what the game need is a change of speed
Visualize the realism
I'm a dangerous speed

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

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A Good Man - Lyrics - Countrified - Emerson Drive

Title: A Good Man
Album: Countrified
Artist: Emerson Drive
Composer(s): Joe Don Rooney, Wade Kirby, Adrienne Follese

Lyric:
I don?t need a whole lot of money
But I wouldn?t turn a lottery down
I just need a little green in my pocket
So I can buy my buddies a round

All I want is a place to lay my head
With the woman I love lyin? in my bed
Kind of understated
My dreams aren?t that complicated

I wanna be the one
When all is said and done
Who lived a good life, loved a good wife
And always helped someone in trouble

On the day they lay me down
I want everyone to gather ?round
And say, 'He was a father, brother, neighbor and a friend
He was a good man'

Used to dream of being a rock star
And seein? the world in style
Used to dream of havin? a fast car
And driving that miracle mile

But I?ve heard tell those streets aren?t paved in gold
They?re full of pot holes and empty souls
Who never learn
Love is something you gotta earn

I wanna be the one
When all is said and done
Who lived a good life, loved a good wife
And always helped someone in trouble

On the day they lay me down
Want everyone to gather ?round
And say, 'He was a father, brother, neighbor and a friend
He was a good man'

When I?m gone, I wanna leave a legacy
Of love and laughs and honesty behind me, behind me

I wanna be the one
When all is said and done
Who lived a good life, loved a good wife
And always helped someone in trouble

On the day they lay me down
Want everyone to gather ?round
And say, 'He was a father, brother, neighbor and a friend
He was a good man'

Yeah, I wanna be a good man
A father, a brother, a neighbor and a friend
I wanna be a good man

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Legacy - Lyrics - Mansun

Title: Legacy
Artist: Mansun
Composer(s): Paul Draper

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Lyric:
If you feel transition to your other life
Don't need money to be there
Leave behind your money just to prove your worth
Won't be here so I don't care

If you strap your conscience to your vision thing
Won't be here so I don't care
Prove your worth to people that you call your friends
Won't be here so I don't care

I wouldn't care if I was washed up tomorrow
You see, reading novels is banned by the Marquis de Sade
All relationships are emptying and temporary

Life is wearing me thin
I feel so drained, my legacy
A sea of faces just like me

And life is wearing me thin
I feel so drained, my legacy
A sea of faces just like me

I've been drained, emotion is a bitter thing
Won't be here so I don't care
I concede relationships have left me weak
Won't be here so I don't care

Look for something worthy to replace my guilt
Won't be here so I don't care
Prove my worth to people who I call my friends
Won't be here so I don't care

I wouldn't care if I was washed up tomorrow
You see, reading novels is banned by the Marquis de Sade
All relationships are emptying and temporary

Life is wearing me thin
I feel so drained, my legacy
A sea of faces just like me

And life is wearing me thin
I feel so drained, my legacy
A sea of faces just like me
Nobody cares when you're gone
Nobody cares when you're gone

I wouldn't care if I was washed up tomorrow
You see, reading novels is banned by the Marquis de Sade
All relationships are emptying and temporary

Life is wearing me thin
I feel so drained, my legacy
A sea of faces just like me

And life is wearing me thin
I feel so drained, my legacy
A sea of faces just like me

Nobody cares when you're gone
Nobody cares when you're gone
Nobody cares when you're gone
Nobody cares when you're gone

Nobody cares when you're gone
Nobody cares when you're gone
(No)
Nobody cares when you're gone
Nobody cares when you're gone

Nobody cares when you're gone
Nobody cares when you're gone
(Nobody)
Nobody cares when you're gone
Nobody cares when you're gone

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Shine Like A Star - Lyrics - Glory Glamour And Gold - Army Of Lovers

Title: Shine Like A Star
Album: Glory Glamour And Gold
Artist: Army Of Lovers
Composer(s): Alexander Bengt Mag Bard, Dominika Peczynski, Anders Wollbeck, Jean-Pierre Barda

Lyric:
Shine like a star
Like a great ball of fire
Shine with desire
Live like a God

Shine like the sun
Raise your dreams for tomorrow
Beam through the sorrow
Shine like a star

I am your star commander
Reverse the gravity
I raise the golden banner
Proclaim prosperity

You are my stardust children
You are a gift of space
One million, billion, zillion
One entity, one race

A positive vibration
The science in my blood
A fake fur mutilation
Where ashes mix with mud

The mud compressed to diamonds
It's natural, it's queer
The message in the crystal
It's written loud and clear

Shine like a star
Like a great ball of fire
Shine with desire
Live like a God

Shine like the sun
Raise your dreams for tomorrow
Beam through the sorrow
Shine like a star

The planets in procession
Reflect where stars collide
Soldiers of progression
All forces unified

Our legacy bombastic
A certain sacrifice
The universe fantastic
We enter paradise

Energy transmission
Apocalypse, hurray
A brand new world my vision
I mix my blood with clay

The clay compressed to diamonds
It's natural it's queer
The message in the crystal
It's written loud and clear

Shine like a star
Like a great ball of fire
Shine with desire
Live like a God

Shine like the sun
Raise your dreams for tomorrow
Beam through the sorrow
Shine like a star

Shine like a star
Like a great ball of fire
Shine with desire
Live like a God

Shine like a star
Like a great ball of fire
Shine with desire
Live like a God

Shine like the sun
Raise your dreams for tomorrow
Beam through the sorrow
Shine like a star

Shine like a star
Like a great ball of fire
Shine with desire
Live like a God

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The Legacy - Lyrics - A Matter Of Life And Death - Iron Maiden

Title: The Legacy
Album: A Matter Of Life And Death
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Steven Harris, Janick Gers

Lyric:
Tell you a thing that you ought to know
Two minutes of your time, then on you go
Tell tale of the men, all dressed in black
That most of them, not coming back

Sent off to war to play little games
And on their return, can't name no names
Some strange yellow gas
Has played with their minds
Has reddened their eyes, removed all the lies

And strange as it sounds, death knows no bounds
How many get well, only time will tell
Only time will tell

You lie in your death bed now
But what did you bring to the table?
Brought us only holy sin
Utter trust is a deadly thing

To the prayer of holy peace
We didn't know what was lying underneath
So how could we be such fools?
And to thing that we thought you the answer

I can't begin to understand in all the lies
But on your death bed, I can see it in your eyes
Just as clear as all the sweat upon your brow
It really makes sense, I can see it clearly now

Tangled up in a web of lies
Could have been a way to prophesize
Unaware of the consequence
Not aware of the secrets that you kept

Nothing that we could believe
To reveal the facade of faceless men
Not a thing that we could foresee
Now a sign that would tell us the outcome

You had us all strung out with promises of peace
But all along your cover plan was to deceive
Can it put to rights? Now only time will tell
Your prophecies will send us all to hell as well

Left to all our golden sons
All to pick up on the peace
You could have given all of them
A little chance at least

Take the world to a better place
Given them all just a little hope
Just think what a legacy
You know will leave

We seem destined to live in fear
And some that would say Armageddon is near
But where there's a life while there's hope
That man won't self destruct

Why can't we treat our fellow men
With more respect and a shake of their hands?
But anger and loathing is rife
The death on all sides is becoming a way of life

We live in an uncertain world
Fear, understanding and ignorance
Is leading to death
Only the corpses are left
For vultures that prey on their bones

But some are just not wanting peace
Their whole life is death and misery
The only thing that they know
Fight fire with fire, life is cheap

But if they do stop to think
That man is teetering right on the brink
But do you think do they care?
They benefit from death and pain and despair

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N-Noreaga - Invincible - Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Invincible
Album: The Reunion
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Jimmie L. Cameron, Victor Santiago, Vella Cameron, Chris E. Er Martin, Kiam Holley

Lyric:
(CNN, CNN, Capone and Noreaga)
(You know what I'm sayin'?)
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
For all the niggas who keep askin'
When CNN gonna do a joint with Premier

Ha, we did it, we here now, y'all niggas can stop askin'
Go cop the fuckin' album, The Reunion
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
But right now, CNN and Premier, nigga, do it like this, nigga

Yo, yo Melvin Flynt drop, my whole collasso stop
I can't believe I fucked up and made a half-ass album
My excuse is, my pops just died
And I ain't wanna make music, my pops just died

My fans stuck with me, my shit still went gold
I got a habit just to drive, gettin' head and I roam
CNN, we like the Grand Royal
I write rhymes with the Coke oil

Yo, Apollo heat, see me, sell [unverified] right with [unverified] creep
Got out the club, seen the police, [unverified] deep
I'm like Frank Mathis, see me blow my dough
And any bitch givin head, if she blow I know

Oh no, we had to go see Premo
Taped it up, The Reunion, a brand new cut
Up in D and D, stayin' with some rats and some sluts
From the projects, she know we need our welfare cut

CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end

Premo, what up man?
Yo, I'm not rowdy but I bang niggas and I pop collas
I grind for the top dollars, fight rottweilers
Put my hand on the Bible, tell it to the judge

I'm a lie for my thug, take it in blood
I'm dot com, I drop bombs, kill ya squad
Live like I'm still in the yard 'til I pop ya god
For my niggas in the bridge, with the 50 dollar

Panasonics and the blank 8's
Who rap chronic collab jake
Whether we have not or have cake
We got gas to get that straight

We movin' at a fast rate, my last case I got bail
My first one, man did indicted
How I write it, sister can't stand it
I smoke bud, get pissy, who could flow with me

Staggerin', bang like the wild Aficans
Spit gutter on a Premo beat, for the love of the street
The only child, my little brother was he

CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end

Yo, yo, my thugs is bilingual
You see my shit speak Spanish
Disappearing acts make your whole team vanish
From coast to coast I got them things

Badda-boom-badda-bing, he the glorious king
Another album, another plaque
Another ounce and another mac
Another chromed out gat
Another place to face where I lace you at
I put all type a holes in ya face you black

Yo, yo, who think I don't got it?
I'm like workin' with a bird, I got long product
Give it to you raw, won't chop it
New York niggas is foul, we body sling shit in the val'

Them pregnant fiends, killin they child
I'm the next best thing to X, oral sex
Brand new tecs, food stamps and welfare checks
I'm the messiah, recognize it, political prisoner
From the projects, I send shots where the cops is, nigga

CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end

The invincible, untouchable, CNN
The invincible, untouchable, CNN

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How You Want That (West Coast Remix) - Lyrics - Loon

Title: How You Want That (West Coast Remix)
Artist: Loon
Composer(s): Sean Combs, Jeremy Graham, Chauncey Hawkins, Jack Knight, Kelis Rogers, Varick Smith, Jesse Bonds Jr Weaver

Lyric:
Hah hah hah hah, hah
Hah hah hah hah, hah

Yeah, bad boy baby
Loon, it's your turn now kid
Show 'em what you got

I be that young handsome cat, same color chocolate
Same nigga pop shit, same nigga got shit
Loon ain't no lame, Loon never gossip
Nigga Loon in the game 'cause Loon got some hot shit

Sick of you cats screaming out block shit
I done sold numerous drugs and drew the block sick
Look at me now, pull up in the drop six
Bitch in your block looked at my watch and she got sick

Look at her now, all up in the cockpit
Rolling my windows up to get a kid top quick
Loon is a pimp, trick ain't the topic
Nigga you do the shrimp, trip to the tropics

That's not my steez, not like me
It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees
The whole world know I need, a girl that'll curl my toes for me

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Less confusion, party with Puff last conclusion
Grab shorty there wit the hair, ass is huge
And lips is juicy, way she move her hips so loosely
Critical curves see it through furs

Curious so I want to see if it's hers
Delirious so I had to see if it's her, it wasn't me
I ain't touch you that's on me and my words
You ain't gotta flip the script, kick me to the curb

'Cause I was, just checking you, wasn't disrespecting you
Lips so sexual while your friend protecting you
Baby girl I know you're far from a slut
I know the difference between a car and a truck

I'm not a dumb nigga
You had these young niggas scarring you up
You know the difference between a scar and a cut
You're not a dumb nigga
So let's take it from the car to the club
And hit the bar and get a bottle of bub, and have fun nigga

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Baby all bubble, have a li'l chat, a small huddle
Time to make money and more trouble
And we all hungry and all hustle
And we all humble, but together we got more muscle

And we got dough, nigga me and P we hot yo
Make a hip hop show look like a rock show
Oh Jesus Christ! Look the way that the rocks glow
Want the world to see so we keeping them tops low

Rascal, keep it on my lap for Broscoe
One shot your blood drip thicker than Basco
Drop though, keep the illest cat wit the hot flow
Watch a pro turn a grown man to a snot nose

I pity a fool, never touch titties in schools
Son you can't hang wit Diddy and Loon
We all-stars, nigga playing bet he was cool
Got more broads than you and any nigga in your crew, bad boy

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Yeah! bad boy baby
The Legacy continues!
We won't stop, yeah, and another one
And another one, let's go

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

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How You Want That - Lyrics - Loon - Loon

Title: How You Want That
Album: Loon
Artist: Loon
Composer(s): Sean Combs, Jeremy Graham, Chauncey Hawkins, Jack Knight, Kelis Rogers, Varick Smith, Jesse Bonds Jr Weaver

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Lyric:
Hah hah hah hah, hah
Hah hah hah hah, hah

Yeah, bad boy baby
Loon, it's your turn now kid
Show 'em what you got

I be that young handsome cat, same color chocolate
Same nigga pop shit, same nigga got shit
Loon ain't no lame, Loon never gossip
Nigga Loon in the game 'cause Loon got some hot shit

Sick of you cats screaming out block shit
I done sold numerous drugs and drew the block sick
Look at me now, pull up in the drop six
Bitch in your block looked at my watch and she got sick

Look at her now, all up in the cockpit
Rolling my windows up to get a kid top quick
Loon is a pimp, trick ain't the topic
Nigga you do the shrimp, trip to the tropics

That's not my steez, not like me
It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees
The whole world know I need, a girl that'll curl my toes for me

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Less confusion, party with Puff last conclusion
Grab shorty there wit the hair, ass is huge
And lips is juicy, way she move her hips so loosely
Critical curves see it through furs

Curious so I want to see if it's hers
Delirious so I had to see if it's her, it wasn't me
I ain't touch you that's on me and my words
You ain't gotta flip the script, kick me to the curb

'Cause I was, just checking you, wasn't disrespecting you
Lips so sexual while your friend protecting you
Baby girl I know you're far from a slut
I know the difference between a car and a truck

I'm not a dumb nigga
You had these young niggas scarring you up
You know the difference between a scar and a cut
You're not a dumb nigga
So let's take it from the car to the club
And hit the bar and get a bottle of bub, and have fun nigga

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Baby all bubble, have a li'l chat, a small huddle
Time to make money and more trouble
And we all hungry and all hustle
And we all humble, but together we got more muscle

And we got dough, nigga me and P we hot yo
Make a hip hop show look like a rock show
Oh Jesus Christ! Look the way that the rocks glow
Want the world to see so we keeping them tops low

Rascal, keep it on my lap for Broscoe
One shot your blood drip thicker than Basco
Drop though, keep the illest cat wit the hot flow
Watch a pro turn a grown man to a snot nose

I pity a fool, never touch titties in schools
Son you can't hang wit Diddy and Loon
We all-stars, nigga playing bet he was cool
Got more broads than you and any nigga in your crew, bad boy

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

Yeah! bad boy baby
The Legacy continues!
We won't stop, yeah, and another one
And another one, let's go

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need

How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
Daddy, how you want to give it to me?
A bad boy is what I need in my life

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Pick Up The Phone - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Pick Up The Phone
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Christopher Bria Bridges, Rashawna Guy, A Wilson, Pharrell Williams, Zukhan Bey, Michael L Tyler

Lyric:
{One more again
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand}

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

On a handstand
On my American bandstands
Summersaults cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing
Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole
And feel this dick-dick gettin' outta control-trol
Oh no keep goin' till a nigga like me say stop
Let it kiss the sky and then make it drop
Tuck and twist if you don't like it you can fuck Cris
I'm rubbin' clicks so stay in catch don't try to duck and miss

Do your stretches don't pull no hamstrings
You got me movin' in fact you doin' the damn thang
Stronger muscles exercise every body your body hurts
Let's do this sweatin' thank God your bath and body works
I like a woman that makes her own dough don't need a lot of help
But your heart'll melt if I put a thousand in your garter belt
Lip gloss traces you're pierced in 11 places
And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like woah

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

I'mma send a chapter to this pussy poppin' legacy
Tryin' ta be that bitch can't no bitches don't fuck wit me
When I pop that Cris I'm on that business and bubbly
When I'm in that 6 wit 20's spinin' I'm luxury
'Cuz I got that head game
Fuckin' up that bed frame
But don't get me wrong now shawty gon' let that led hang
Better learn that game shawty

Better get yo' man shawty
Fo' he end up tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty
This here be futuristic
This business so explicit
The way I break it down for you bitches, it's so exquisite
Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that
Show me where that money at
Boy come wit them money stacks

Break in wit that pussy poppin'
That pussy droppin' to the floe
And got these niggas slobbin' he wantin' mo'
Wit out that doe popi ain't nuttin' happen
'Cuz that's the show I'm from go jukin' that pussy poppin'
Stoppin' that pussy droppin' gone

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Every time we hit the club
We at least 50 deep
Smokin' purple po and grichi got everybody keyed
In the club 7 days a week party be be off in this bitch
That hoe poppin' droppin' god-damn shawty who is this

Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy
I'm sittin' slouched back in the chair stuntin' waving money
And shawty start zig zaggin' a derrierre for me
A bowlegged darbreded said her name was Strawberry
Up her pussy shawty pushed in a whole bottle o' mo
Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe
Here you deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole
Face down ass up hoe hands on those

Now pop that coochie you know the procedure
If you want this cash gotta make that ass shake like a seizure
Either magic or please us
Find me spending G's up
Maxin' out my Visa
Trickin' on strip teasers

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

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P-Poppin' - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: P-Poppin'
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Christopher Bria Bridges, Rashawna Guy, A Wilson, Pharrell Williams, Zukhan Bey, Michael L Tyler

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Lyric:
{One more again
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand}

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

On a handstand
On my American bandstands
Summersaults cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing
Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole
And feel this dick-dick gettin' outta control-trol
Oh no keep goin' till a nigga like me say stop
Let it kiss the sky and then make it drop
Tuck and twist if you don't like it you can fuck Cris
I'm rubbin' clicks so stay in catch don't try to duck and miss

Do your stretches don't pull no hamstrings
You got me movin' in fact you doin' the damn thang
Stronger muscles exercise every body your body hurts
Let's do this sweatin' thank God your bath and body works
I like a woman that makes her own dough don't need a lot of help
But your heart'll melt if I put a thousand in your garter belt
Lip gloss traces you're pierced in 11 places
And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like woah

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

I'mma send a chapter to this pussy poppin' legacy
Tryin' ta be that bitch can't no bitches don't fuck wit me
When I pop that Cris I'm on that business and bubbly
When I'm in that 6 wit 20's spinin' I'm luxury
'Cuz I got that head game
Fuckin' up that bed frame
But don't get me wrong now shawty gon' let that led hang
Better learn that game shawty

Better get yo' man shawty
Fo' he end up tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty
This here be futuristic
This business so explicit
The way I break it down for you bitches, it's so exquisite
Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that
Show me where that money at
Boy come wit them money stacks

Break in wit that pussy poppin'
That pussy droppin' to the floe
And got these niggas slobbin' he wantin' mo'
Wit out that doe popi ain't nuttin' happen
'Cuz that's the show I'm from go jukin' that pussy poppin'
Stoppin' that pussy droppin' gone

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Every time we hit the club
We at least 50 deep
Smokin' purple po and grichi got everybody keyed
In the club 7 days a week party be be off in this bitch
That hoe poppin' droppin' god-damn shawty who is this

Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy
I'm sittin' slouched back in the chair stuntin' waving money
And shawty start zig zaggin' a derrierre for me
A bowlegged darbreded said her name was Strawberry
Up her pussy shawty pushed in a whole bottle o' mo
Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe
Here you deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole
Face down ass up hoe hands on those

Now pop that coochie you know the procedure
If you want this cash gotta make that ass shake like a seizure
Either magic or please us
Find me spending G's up
Maxin' out my Visa
Trickin' on strip teasers

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

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Heartbeat Props - Lyrics - Sons Of The P - Digital Underground

Title: Heartbeat Props
Album: Sons Of The P
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Erick Sermon, Dewayne S Mcknight, Marshall Jones, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Parrish Smith, Leroy Bonner, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Shider Walter Morrison, Peter Bishop, Gregory Webster, Ramon Gooden, Ralph Middlebrooks, Norman Napier

Lyric:
People get ready for the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
Everybody get ready for the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)

We're gonna make it funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(We're giving heartbeat props)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)

I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Check it out, y'all, proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving heartbeat props)

Uh, I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know that the proper respect is what we're giving

Seems like you wondered each day if the Underground
Is going to stay down with the funky beats
Even if you know that I'm a junkie for a bump that's funky
And a fool for the loop, see, a groupie for the old one-twoiee

A bass freak would say oohwee
Peace to DU 'cause I like the way you do me
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner

But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can't go on, it's time to drop a few bombs
Get busy, G, go on and take 'em to school
Yeah, it's time spread the jewels

I ask you about Malcolm and you tell me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man's got to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he deserves a play?

'Cause he's living for you and you and you and you
The brother X tried but he died trying to get through
So why wait until the heartbeat stops?
Yo, go on and give my man his props

If you're really that down then act what you say
KRS and Chuck need support today
I see you posing with the Dr King hanging on your wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call

To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your personal time

All the lagging and the dragging
Yo, I got something to do that day
Yeah, you sound like an old bitch nagging
Fuck that fronting, fuck that fronting
We're pumping up the brothers 'cause the brothers keep it pumping

You got it all wrong
When you wait for the TV to tell you what's going on
Don't you hype on the mic ,yeah, they never get it right
That's why you see we gotta thank God, y'all
For niggas like Ice Cube

'Cause they'll tell the record straight
Yo, my man's a prophet too, yo, god, you think he ain't?
So do the right thing, it's not a black or a white thing
We're here to let you know it's just a human being thing
We're pulling out all stops 'cause it's time give heartbeat props

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know, don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
(Heartbeat props)

I'm the type of guy that's sly like a fox
An honor roll student in the school of hard knocks
There was different type of brother that I used to look up to
But I'm still giving props where the props are due

But let me start with a fool I don't give a fuck about
I wanted to give a fuck you out
To the nigga who went out on a whim
He was a roody-poo for shooting Huey Newton

But I'm thanking God for niggas like Iceberg Slim
And the chick the honky's ran to see
She was the honky-tonk's fantasy
Tina Turner, the living legacy
And she's still got you tripping off the legs you see
Another chick they used to beg to see

Was Josephine Baker, she had them hooked
They loved the way she shook her money-maker
But why did it take them so many decades
To give a little praise to who they ran rave to see

With a dark complexion
She was sex symbol befo' Marilyn Monroe
But her heart stopped before
They gave props to the old pro

It took a great man to mold those
So I want to give props to my pops because he told those
But there's a time to break necks and throw bolos
Be a cold bro and throw low blows

When you want to close the shows of your foes
'Cause foes are those that you got to break like windows
Check it, when respect goes it's time to break a nose
But give respect before the soul goes

Well, I suppose respect is what respect'll get ya
So I'm giving them gifts before they're stiff like the pose
In the pictures of Vogue and flashy fashion magazines
You be thumbing in 'em, props to Beverly Johnson
She was the first black woman in 'em

Pee, drop the bomb and end the pressure with the menace
Smith & Wesson clear the lesson that your mama gave
Mama gave PeeWee the same threats, she used drastic measures
Told me to give her the full respect or get my ass kicked
It was my intention to relent just till the last kick
When she goes she'll roll over in a solid gold casket

When I was young Muhammad Ali had me sprung
'Cause he was the champ, as the champion he was my idol
Yo, they took his title when he wouldn't take the gun
And fight in Vietnam the only way he felt, then he won the belt again

Now they want me in the army but they can't harm me
'Cause I ain't no punk, I ain't under man to Uncle Tommy
Props to Islam, it's getting brothers together before the big bomb
Blast out, before we're all assed-out
We need to see that we got to start giving the props to the living

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Uh, I said proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
(Heartbeat props)

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
Uh, I said I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving

(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
Proper respect is what we're giving

We're giving heartbeat props
Why wait until the heartbeat stops?
We're giving heartbeat props
(Heartbeat props)

(We're giving heartbeat props)
You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man
And my man's got the plans in his hand
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops?)
(Heartbeat props)

Yeah, Spike Lee, Alex Haley, Brand Nubian, sister Whoopi Goldberg
Dick Gregory, X-Clan, sister Isis, BDP, Muhammad Ali, Stevie Wonder
Poor Righteous Teachers, Andrew Jackson, Denzel Washington
Sister Sarah Sahad Ali, Public Enemy, Stokley Carmichael

Sister Oprah Winfrey, yeah, Jesse Jackson, nuff respect, Paris
Gangstarr, Gil Scott Heron, George the fuck Clinton, Louis Farrakhan
Sister Queen Latifah, Bill Cosby, sister Angela Davis
The entire Nation of Islam, nucka, know what I'm saying?

Afrika Bambaataa, Miles motherfucking Davis, sister Assata Shakur
Once known as Joanne Chesimard, Robert Townsend, Nelson Mandela
Karreem Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect

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Promises - Lyrics - Acoustic Soul - India Arie

Title: Promises
Album: Acoustic Soul
Artist: India Arie
Composer(s): Paige Lackey, India Arie

Lyric:
When I think about the turn my life has taken
I know it's because of you that I receive so many blessings
I had a home but no privacy
I didn't know a thing about my legacy
When I realized you were there for me
I called on your name and you came

You did just what you said for that I'll love you forever
You kept your word to me for that I'll love you forever

A promise is a promise in my eyes
Can't say you're gonna just to compromise
The very thing that keeps two hearts intertwined
A promise is a promise you can't deny, there's no way

I think of when there was a young boy not even two years old
Blessed with a mother who loved him so
She abandoned her dreams to nourish his own
It wasn't easy for the two of them
But she knew she had to give him a chance
At a better life, it was only right, so she worked and she prayed

And she did just what she said for that he'll love her forever
She kept her word to him for that he'll love her forever

A promise is a promise in my eyes
Can't say you're gonna just to compromise
The very thing that keeps two hearts intertwined
A promise is a promise you can't deny, there's no way
A man's only as good as his word

Check this out
Her wedding day and she's thinking about the way he won her affection
She was so cynical about love
'Cause she didn't want to be heart broken again
He looked her in her eye with sincerity
Said he only wanted to protect her so she
Took a chance on him and she's glad
She did because he came for real

And he did just what he said, for that she'll love him forever
He kept his word to her, an' for that she'll love him forever

A promise is a promise in my eyes
Can't say you're gonna just to compromise
The very thing that keeps two hearts intertwined
A promise is a promise you can't deny, there's no way
No way, no, there ain't no way
The man's only as good as his word

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Fugazi - Lyrics - Fish

Title: Fugazi
Artist: Fish
Composer(s): Derek Dick, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Ian Mosley

Lyric:
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule

Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shard of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real, tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry time tradition)

Sheathed with the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart)
(She hung herself around my neck)

From the time-life guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to fives, with suitable ties

Cast adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)
Peepshow
(Peepshow)
Stereo hero becalm, be still, bewitch
Drowning, drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns
In search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows

Decriminalized genocide
Provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens

Waiting, waiting the season of the button
The penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably
For the terminally insane, insane

Do-do-do you realize
Do-do-do you realize
Do-do-do you realize
This world is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

Where are the prophets?

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Fugazi - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: Fugazi
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Derek Dick, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Ian Mosley

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Lyric:
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule

Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shard of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real, tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
(Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition)
(An albatross in the marry time tradition)

Sheathed with the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
(She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart)
(She hung herself around my neck)

From the time-life guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to fives, with suitable ties

Cast adrift as their sideshow
(Sideshow)
Peepshow
(Peepshow)
Stereo hero becalm, be still, bewitch
Drowning, drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl

A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalene's contract more than favors
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights
Trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess

A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns
In search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fiber ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows

Decriminalized genocide
Provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts
Gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens

Waiting, waiting the season of the button
The penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably
For the terminally insane, insane

Do-do-do you realize
Do-do-do you realize
Do-do-do you realize
This world is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

Where are the prophets?

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Straighten It Out - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: Straighten It Out
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips

Lyric:
Uh yeah
Straighten it out
Uh huh
Straighten it out
We got Pete Rock
Straighten it out
And C.L. Smooth
Straighten it out

And we're here to tell you to
Straighten it out
And that's a fact baby
Straighten it out
Now you're gonna kick some lyrics
Straighten it out
Like this c'mon

Walk the fine short line and put the needle to the grind
Representin' one kind seeing eye for the blind
Witness what I carry on bears a further purpose
From how we do slam a few then you want to purchase
A dialogue of funk, you love to pop it in your trunk
I win, more disciplined than a Show-lin monk
Pete Rock and C.L., well set to spark it
The powerful target to destroy the black market

But when you say black, listen, I don't know, you lose me
I guess another beggar can afford to be choosy
I come to the maximum, artist on a major label
Any duplication of this one is fatal
On one to five, I gotta hit ya live
Beat your ass with my tape, any race or shape
'Cuz if they got mine, they got yours too
But together here's what we gotta do

Tell 'em
Straighten it out
Ah, yeah
Straighten it out
You know this is the word
Say what?
Straighten it out
That's right y'all
Straighten it out
Say what?

You got to
Straighten it out
Everybody must
Straighten it out
Say what?
Straighten it out
Yeah
Straighten it out
It's like that
Say what?

The funk legacy I pass on, clearancy for high rates
Every time we sample all the past time greats
Stick it in the SP-1200 beat, I make a loop
Lovely, where the troop in a Lexus coupe
Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen
The musical inside my rappin'
Written by the C.L., produced by the P.R.
And add in any credit that you heard thus far

I start from scratch, 'cuz the bass line's critical
Better than the original who first made it
Now you want to sue me, but fans never boo me
Believe I know the times, we been broke, too, G
Here's another sample clear, see ya, get the hell outta here
Like a bootleg, you're over for the year
You'll only get the credit where the credit is due
So, listen, what I shout out is true

Yeah, true
Straighten it out
You gots to tell 'em to
Straighten it out
Say what?
Straighten it out
You got to tell 'em to
Straighten it out
Say what?
Straighten it out

That's right
Straighten it out
C'mon
Say what?
Straighten it out
That's right
Straighten it out
Straighten it out
Say what?

Like the strands of lamb's wool, I'm thinkin' that's said
Here to go to the head and count the locks on a dread
I and I'd 'mit to verify, goin' to multiply
A theory many thought a conspiracy
Here to let you know that it applies to all of us
You're no exceptions to the rule and that's a plus
'Cuz who Jah bless, let no one curse
Straighten out what I be about, reckon above the clout

And let the management work for me
Because I don't need the unnecessary hostility
A proper marketing plan so we can gobble up the dough
Straighten it out, so everybody know
The kids are official with the purpose of a smooth surface
Kickin' the service one time to make 'em nervous
We're finally here and very long overdue
Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

You gotta
Straighten it out
Everybody must
Straighten it out
Say what?
You gotta
Straighten it out
Everybody must
Straighten it out
Say what?

Straighten it out
You got to
Straighten it out
C'mon
Say what?
Straighten it out
All black people must
Straighten it out
Say what?

Straighten it out
Everybody must
Straighten it out
The YG's, they must
Straighten it out
The Hilltop, they must
Straighten it out
The whole money earnin' must
Straighten it out
Everybody must
Straighten it out

Come on
Straighten it out
Ah, yeah
Straighten it out
Ah, yeah
Straighten it out
Ah, yeah
Straighten it out
Ah, yeah
Straighten it out

Ah, yeah
Straighten it out
Ah, yeah
Straighten it out
Ah, yeah
Straighten it out
Ah, yeah
Straighten it out

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