Abandon Ship - Lyrics - The Coming - Busta Rhymes

Title: Abandon Ship
Album: The Coming
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Roger Mcnair, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Uhh! You don't know what we doing right here

One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind
(Blow your mind)
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time
(Waste your time)

One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind
(Blow your mind)
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time
(Waste your time)

You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship

I 8 Off like the assassin, now I'm blastin' I'm takin' over
Stick you for your blue range rover
I told ya, rampage a real live soldier
Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I'm goin' to see my P.O.
It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Net Geo

I always roam through the forest
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
So my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
Like my fuckin' name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless

Many niggaz wanna know when the ramp return
Yo, I'm gettin' phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants to know about my flip mode click
The way we get down and bust niggaz shit
LP after LP, we make G's
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
I'm not lying or joking, you get broken
Dead in Flat bush, back to Roanoke and

People always askin' me, how your shit be sellin'
For makin' shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin' melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin', when I was strikin' had you swellin'
Cruisin' in my lands, watch the police how they be gellin'
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin'
Yo, fuck that! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin'
If you ain't makin' noise you need to kill the fuckin' yellin'

One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind
(Blow your mind)
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time
(Waste your time)

You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship

Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York City
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I'm gettin' five in the source
I be saddle back biting motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin' Hugo Boss

Aiyyo bust it Bust you just made my day
(Why)
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J.
Now I'm writin' rhymes hittin' shorties everyday
In the full runnin' drinkin' ice tanqueray
I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I'm knockin' out niggaz from to to touche!
Now I'm goin' back around the way
I'm rippin' shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye

Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
Chicken head, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo, I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin'
When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin'
Now your shit is done like a fuckin' empty milk carton

It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Stickin' to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo' fo'
All my rough niggaz open the do'
'Cause boy scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco'

Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Every time I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan

Number one nigga in the chain of command
Breakin' fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
Aiyo, I see intruders on my scan
Singing at your funeral like Bobby Blue bland

One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind
(Blow your mind)
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time
(Waste your time)

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Hands On Deck - Lyrics - Waking Ashland

Title: Hands On Deck
Artist: Waking Ashland
Composer(s): Jonathan Wesley Jones

Lyric:
All hands on deck, don?t abandon the ship
You?ll never know what it could have been
All hands on deck, my ship is sinking
Don?t let me go, don?t let me drown

A step to the right to your own rhythm
And what comes next is up to you
And I need a miracle to save me from this
And I need the angels to all pray for me
I can?t believe you

All hands on deck, don?t abandon the ship
You?ll never know what it could have been
All hands on deck, my ship is sinking
Don?t let me go, don?t let me drown

Another day, another worry, breaks right through
And indecision bleeds me dry
And she?s painting pictures, I'm not making for her
And she's got a vision without me in mind
I can?t believe you

All hands on deck, don?t abandon the ship
You?ll never know what it could have been
All hands on deck, my ship is sinking
Don?t let me go, don?t let me drown

All hands on deck, don?t abandon the ship
You?ll never know what it could have been
All hands on deck, my ship is sinking
Don?t let me go, don?t let me drown

The long walks on moon light beach
The promises you could not keep
They're so contagious, you're so contagious

For all the world we did not see
And all the smiles you gave to me
They're so contagious, so very fake

All hands on deck, don?t abandon the ship
You?ll never know what it could have been
All hands on deck, my ship is sinking
Don?t let me go, don?t let me drown

And goodbye to you, goodbye to you, you
And goodbye to you, goodbye to you, you

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Abandon Ship - Lyrics - Orchestra of Wolves - Gallows

Title: Abandon Ship
Album: Orchestra of Wolves
Artist: Gallows
Composer(s): Laurent Benjamin Barnard, Lee Phillip Barratt, Christopher Frank Carter, Stuart Leslie Gili-Ross

Lyric:
Mayday, mayday
The captain's lost control again
The fucking ship is breaking up
We're going down in flames

Mayday, mayday
Man overboard again
The sharks have started circling
They only eat the brave

The SS Death lost everything
No one here can fucking swim
So baby, baby hold me tight
While I drown myself in you tonight
While I drown myself in you

Mayday, mayday
The ship has hit the rocks again
This isn't going to fucking work
We're heading to our graves

Mayday, mayday
Man overboard again
We're sinking in the river sticks
No one can escape

The SS Death lost everything
No one here can fucking swim
So baby, baby hold me tight
While I drown myself in you tonight
While I drown myself in you

While I drown myself in you tonight
While I drown myself in you

Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention please
This is the captain of your ship
I'm sorry we depart this way
You left me brokenhearted

But I never loved you anyway
No, I never loved you anyway
No, I never loved you anyway
No, I never loved you anyway

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Yo Love - Lyrics - Finally - Blackstreet

Title: Yo Love
Album: Finally
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Antwone L Dickey, Todd Eric Gaither, Chauncey Andrae Hannibal, Edward Theodore Riley, W Scott

Lyric:
Get higher, baby, uh, yo
Get higher, baby, catch the beat
Get higher, baby, ugh, yo

Get higher, baby, yo, yo, yo, yo
Get higher, baby, ugh
Get higher, baby, yo, oh
Get higher, baby

All day long, I've been thinking about you, baby
The way you kiss me girl, it's driving me crazy
All I want is to be with you girl
Baby girl, can't you see that I, I know the time is right?

I've been thinking about you every night
I just wanna be with you
I'll be there for you, take good care of you
Yo, yo, yo

Yo, love is the kind of love
That make a brother wanna shake yo game, game
Yo, love is the kind of love
That don't cause no stress, no pain, pain

Yo, love is the kind of love
That make the dogs what just wanna flip, flip
Yo love, yo this is Blackstreet, baby
You know we wanna abandon ship, feel me now

I'm on a mission and it's to get with you
When we get together, maybe we can zoom, zoom
We can spend the night
So I can meet you at the top to build ya
Drip, drop, honey love

When we're making love to this groove
Let's make it right, girl
I just wanna see you every night
I wanna be with you
So, baby, don't let me down tonight, yo, yo, yo

Yo, love is the kind of love
That make a brother wanna shake yo game, game
Yo, love is the kind of love
That don't cause no stress, no pain, pain

Yo, love is the kind of love
That make the dogs what just wanna flip, flip
Yo love, yo this is Blackstreet, baby
You know we wanna abandon ship, feel me now

This is not a phase, I go downtown like Dr. J's
Can't nobody stop my ways
Sauce Money at your service
You deserve not to be nervous

She said, "I like the way you work it"
Of course you do, you know my flow is true
Sounds like No Diggity Part 2
Maybe not though, still hot though, rip up a track

Goin' to Blackstreet so I can pick up my plaque
What you need me to bring back?
Mil, platinum earrings and silk
Gucci towers for the Cristal

Just a few acres so your dream house can get built
Well, I got that, all I got to do is write a hot track
Them Blackstreet cats got a lot, can't even feed them
You know the saying 'If you can't beat 'em'

That's what you want to look
You was the hottest thing
Well, I love you so much
That I'mma make you wish that you never meet him

Now that the time is right
I just wanna see you every night
I wanna be with you
So baby, don't let me down tonight

Yo, love is the kind of love
That make a brother wanna shake yo game, game
Yo, love is the kind of love
That don't cause no stress, no pain, pain

Yo, love is the kind of love
That make the dogs what just wanna flip, flip
Yo love, yo this is Blackstreet, baby
You know we wanna abandon ship, feel me now

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Alternate Route To Vulcan Street - Lyrics - Super Furry Animals

Title: Alternate Route To Vulcan Street
Artist: Super Furry Animals
Composer(s): Huw Bunford, Guto Pryce, Dafydd Ieuan, Gruff Rhys, Cian Ciaran

Lyric:
Sometimes I ponder what if the Caspian sea
Should merger over my shoulder
With Irish lakes and Seoul suburbia

Abandon ship
Abandon ship

Lift me up
High aloft to peace

I didn't know
That you would take it to heart
I didn't know
That it would break us apart this way

Too much, too soon
Too much, too soon
Too much, too bad

Goodbye, yeah yeah

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Hardcore - Lyrics - Redman

Title: Hardcore
Artist: Redman
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish J Smith, Ralph Middlebrook, George Clinton Jr, Leroy Bonner, Marshal Jones, William Nichols, Andrew Noland, Walter Junie Morrison, Gregory Webster, Garry M Shider, Allen Williams

Lyric:
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank So What'cha
Saying's pumping loud
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and
The bass continues to thump
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no
Caps
And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout
Niggas, Niggas, yea, cold turn the party out

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

Rap combat squares sat and I attack
Any crab MC that's down wit the wack
And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck
Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech
I'm terror, new edition to rap era
I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever
I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius
I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call
Keenison
Yo, wit that, I can break fool
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
K-A, microphone wrecker E-D
The O, the U, the B, the L to the E
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn
Mess wit me and get your manhood token

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

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Never Gonna Come Back - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Never Gonna Come Back
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Arnold Hamilton, Barry White, Anthony Berkeley, Scott Kinchen

Lyric:
Black woman, she's never gonna come back
Princess, she's never gonna come back
The Queen, modern civilization
(I never find another honor like a track)

Just knowin' she's never gonna come back
I heard the gun clap, I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

Yo, I saw the woman I love colored in blood
War is hell, I cut shells, was then covered in mud
As four ships hovered above, my heart griefs
But at least she didn't take the mark of the beast
Rest in peace Boo

If I blessed then I'ma meet you on the other side
But for now I gotta slide through physical minefields
Miserable is how my mind feels knowin'
It's long time to heal, shit is real

Another black mold in a hole
God rest your soul as you travel back home
I'll carry your essence in the thoughts I'm manifestin'
As pleasant memories outshine my depression

My physical stress says it's time to rest
Bein' chased by the devil tryin' to take my breath
Ain't a place on the Earth that you can't get touched
If I get bucked let my melanin' rust hit the dust

She's never gonna come back
(The queen, the princess)
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

Yo, yo, just knowin' she's never gonna come back
I heard the gun clap, I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

Yo, my Boo was hard as corn liquor when we met
Livin' jet set, everything connect
Fitted like a seam, double stitched
If I had a scratch she knew where to find the itch

Many warm hugs and soapy back rubs
Candlelight's held tight at the hips every night
My soul is cold Boo, I can't abandon ship
'Cause of false reactions, I miss you with a passion

Your new being represents a universal mean
So rise like cream, black queen
Unfortunately you died in my arms
From a stray bullet from afar that ripped through the car

My dreams are intense with very little sense
My pretense cracked to find an honor like a track Boo
I wanna follow in pursuit
What I got to do, what I got to do

She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

Yo, yo, yo, just knowin' she's never gonna come back
I heard the gun clap, I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)
She's never gonna come back

Yo, yo, yo, just knowin' she's never gonna come back
When I heard the gun clap, I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track)

Another casualty of war in the black on black crime saga
More drama for the ghetto
More human bodies ignited by metal
Yo, once they gone they never come back, yo

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Have You Ever - Lyrics - Incubus

Title: Have You Ever
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Jose Anthony Ii Pasillas, Brandon Charles Boyd, Alex Katunich, Christopher E Kilmore, Michael Aaron Einziger

Lyric:
To get up and walk away
Would be too easy
So stay and stand your ground
Just watch your mouth with me

On the back of every right
There's a wrong looming
So here you and I should tread as soft as these
Razor blades for boots will let be

Have you ever tried to step in my shoes?
Have you ever tried to balance that beam?
And if you ever try to fit in my shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seem

Thought, unabashed honesty
Would be ideal
But a prophet did once say
That honesty is a lonely word

So where do we go from here
Abandon ship now?
My problem is you make me melt
And I don't want to be frozen anymore

Have you ever tried to step in my shoes?
Have you ever tried to balance that beam?
And if you ever try to fit in my shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seem

Have you ever
Have you ever tried to
I have never
I have never tried to

Have you ever tried to step in my shoes?
Have you ever tried to balance that beam?
And if you ever try to fit in my shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seem

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Yeah - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Yeah
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Tyrone Fyffe, Jamal Phillips, Keith Murray, Reggie Noble, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yo, Troy, turn me up so I can conduct the disco inferno
Oklahoma aroma, uh
I smell the roof on fire without Parliament
Just Def Squad shit, dig it

Rhymes, I bust be like liquid swords
You abandon ship, real niggas stay aboard, word
I'm flexin', hittin' you in the mid-section
Drop for protection, cuttin' you clean like a 'C' section

I puts it down in my field, I sport a vest
No need for a Brooke Shield
Kneel E, an African boy with charisma
A lyrical giant bigger than Lane Bryant

I'm Super rhymes be Twilight Zone
Warp speed true indeed
Don't forget, boy, I'm still hittin' switches
In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly bitches, word up

Erick Sermon ya'll yeah, yeah
Def Squad ya'll
Flipmode Squad for ya'll

Excitement, my lights be shinin' on niggas
Hit with more enlightenment, yo
The major difference is in many different instances
You could not go the distances

From drinkin' too much Guinesses
Now look at all the witnesses, huh
I told you one thing for sure
When I get down son, I keep it pure

Break the law from here to Arkansas
Focus, I be the mostest, the dopest
Rhyme flow bounce atrocious
Bag of weed, my niggas smoke this, shit

I be stacking in jams, while I be packin' in what's happening
I'm charged with interstate rhyme and trafficking
Rhyme callisthenics will make you see the the Medic
Shit will break you down in order from A to Z like the alphabetics

Yo, yo, just go there practice, the fact is you do not listen
You go get slapped up with a cactus
Ass backwards, fart on mothafuckas just like BDP
I'm fresh for 9-6 you suckas

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Keith Murray now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Busta Rhymes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now if you know the words then you can surely rap along
Go against the grain and surely get stomped strong
My squad is too high to get over, L.O. is too low to go under
I'll rain on your brain and give you visions of thunder

See everybody loves Keith Murray 'cause I'm on the top
But I know ain't nobody fuckin' with me if I ever drop
It's all about the bread
Spread taught to me by E and Red

Fuck them niggas talkin' out the side of their head
Different day, same shit, I heard a dope beat
But if E didn't do it then you know I can't fuck with it
Here's something that you all can understand

Fuck you coming from the fuck you man
Livin' in drama comma
Trauma bubbling like lava
On site bomber to all wack rhymers

And if you ain't tough don't wear my logo
And if you ain't fly you can't play with my yo-yo
'Cause who's pockets is fattest matters
I'll serve famous Keith Murray's beef curries
Scattered rappers on platters

For tryin', get at us knowing we the baddest
With major operation, mental observation status
I used to love her then I got some common sense
And now it ain't funny, the bitch better have my money, word up

Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah, hash the tye
Blaze 'em up one time for my partner in crime
Who can I on my hip, why? 'Cause niggas trip
Pull a burner, all you know is a murder occurred

A curb server wanna be swerver baller
Got dome call hauled to the mortician for silly ambitions
I'm nice and precise, hard like rock
You shook like dice and pop like glock

All my shit knock the shelves, yo, yo
Witness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho
Niggas ass out, passed out, excessively
Fuckin' with this manic-depression will be the lesson of your life

Spoiled rotten and plottin' and double shottin'
Packin' always rapping but smacking a lot of action
I am the in house smelling like contraband
In demand, your mic in hand, seriously as a man run it

Ay yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in the triple pod
Circle back to back, scoping all angles
Why does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled?
They drop 1 by 1 in the dark, gettin' strangled

I come fresher than Summer's Eve please
Squeeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related
I'll make sure your loot and your wife and kids are confiscated
The lawnmower Red do damage to circuit breakers

Go ahead and hype them niggas up, let 'em go
Just a blow from the invincible will show 'em I'm original
Freeze, I'm like Baskin and Robbin, I'm robbing Haagen-Dazs
And the whole Hit Squad target, ain't nobody fuckin' with me

The potency that I blow from my mouth
Will no doubt would choke Jesus
Travelin' around the world with no Visas or American Express
Just Jamerican excess, ha, can I impose on your cipher?

Been rippin' shows since your moms was foldin' your diaper
Niggas see me up top dolo daily, catch ease 600 V
On the mobile trailin' back to A.T.L.
To swell some more heads with that Long Island sound

That be thicker than cornbreads, money
Jersey tales from from the hood without Sonny
And I know a lot of niggas want me
That's why my blade keep me company
Slice your neck, stick my arm down your throat
Rip out your artichoke

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Hardcore - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: Hardcore
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish J Smith, Ralph Middlebrook, George Clinton Jr, Leroy Bonner, Marshal Jones, William Nichols, Andrew Noland, Walter Junie Morrison, Gregory Webster, Garry M Shider, Allen Williams

Lyric:
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
But they can't, systems crank So What'cha
Saying's pumping loud
Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am
Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and
The bass continues to thump
Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks
Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched
Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no
Caps
And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout
Niggas, Niggas, yea, cold turn the party out

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

Rap combat squares sat and I attack
Any crab MC that's down wit the wack
And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck
Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech
I'm terror, new edition to rap era
I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever
I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius
I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call
Keenison
Yo, wit that, I can break fool
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
K-A, microphone wrecker E-D
The O, the U, the B, the L to the E
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn
Mess wit me and get your manhood token

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

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Hit Of The Search Party - Lyrics - Hot Damn! - Every Time I Die

Title: Hit Of The Search Party
Album: Hot Damn!
Artist: Every Time I Die
Composer(s): Jordan Taylor Buckley, Keith Micheal Buckley, Micheal Novack, Andrew John Williams

Lyric:
No man abandon his post
A gatecrasher has called us to arms
Take up your torch
I want this ship cleaner than a hospital ward
A radical has polluted our ranks

Slouch into position men, this is a war
Set the traps, we'll have that criminals head
Marched through the streets on a stick
Someone will pay for this
We'll squeeze his goddamn brains out

Sleep with one knife open
You can't out think us, we've been out of thoughts for a while
You can't out think us, we've been out of thoughts for a while
And the warrior with the deadliest weapon is the one without
An instruction manual for his gun

This is a union of dunces
We are the new global menace stalking the land
Gnashing dull teeth, tapping our feet, sighing and humming
And watching this clock

That's what you get, that's what you get
That's what you get
That's what you get for fucking with us
That's what you get for fucking with us

When we find you we'll skin you alive
We'll pluck out your eyes
And the canons will roar as we march to the capitol
Dragging your hide

Drooling polished jackboot monsters
Tracking the scent of a sleeping child
Your composure gave you away
Next time it's best to cry havoc

Keep marching, the bridge is ours
They're coming to get me
They're coming to take me away
I'll never make love in this town again
Everyone on the dance floor is doomed

Hit the ground, shut your mouth
The prisoners have laid waste to the pulpit, you're in for it now
Are these helicopters for me?
Have I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to hell
And I'm taking the renaissance with me

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Hit 'Em High - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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So Unsexy - Lyrics - Under Rug Swept - Alanis Morissette

Title: So Unsexy
Album: Under Rug Swept
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Composer(s): Alanis Morissette

Lyric:
Oh these little rejections, how they add up quickly
One small sideways look and I feel so ungood and
Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make
Me feel the way I thought only my Father could

Oh these little rejections, how they seem so real to me
One forgotten birthday, I'm all but cooked and
How these little abandonments seem to sting so easily
I'm 13 again, am I 13 for good?

I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved and for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind

Oh these little protections, how they fail to serve me
One forgotten phone call and I'm deflated and
Oh these little defenses, how they fail to comfort me
Your hand pulling away and I'm devastated

I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved and for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind

When will I stop leaving baby?
When will I stop deserving baby?
When will I start staying with myself?

Oh these little projections, how they keep springing from me
I jump my ship as I take it personally and
Oh these little rejections how they disappear quickly
The moment I decide not to abandon me

I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved and for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind

I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved and for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind

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