All Aboard (Ride It) - Lyrics - Hate It Or Love It - Chingy

Title: All Aboard (Ride It)
Album: Hate It Or Love It
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Howard Bailey, S Jones, Calvin Kenon

Lyric:
Ridin?, ridin?, ridin? that train
Ridin?, ridin?, ridin?, all aboard

Ay, they tell me do it, how I do it
Take no time Imma get right to it
Imma busy act fluid, make up yo mind
Baby shake yo behind, I just wanna see ya move it

Dance floor packed, her body grooving
All these classy chicks, mama you an a student
Cute and thick, got me, ?bout to loose it
I can see yo ass for evidence and I can prove it

Ride, ride that train, bring that freak out
Don?t hide that thang, oh my, her body insane
Got me feeling like dang, I can have that thang
I?ll ride the track, all the fine dime pieces where you at?
DJ bring it back, I don?t know how to act when the party packed

Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride

Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride

Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train

Lemme see you ride, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train, 3, 2, 1, all aboard

Oh, my God again, here, we got another one
There she go with that coke bottle, body guns, bang, bang
When she drop it on down, doing her thang, thang
And I can?t stop assuming her

She get it in then she run, run with it
Break it on down, 911 with it dumb, dumb did it
Took my fit it, wink her eye then I go, go get it, ay
I got nothing to say, all she wants is to play

Then I close my eyes and realize that I want this to sway
Don't get up on the 5?s, I looked her right in the eyes
We feeling like these feathers stuck together, blowing away

Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride

Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride

Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride
Ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train

Lemme see you ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
1 2 1 oh

Yes sir, I?m looking at her
Let me have that cat, I can make it purr
I slur my words and verbs
Bowling ball legs, how?d you get those curves?

I know you feel it, baby, yeah
I got that urge, I'mma waiter and you can get served
Twelve shots on the D, I?m perve
Get with me get, what you deserve

I?ll ride the track
All the fine dime pieces, where you at?
DJ bring it back, don?t know how to act when the party packed

Ridin?, ridin?, ridin? that train
Ridin?, ridin?, ridin? that train
Ridin?, ridin?, ridin'

Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride

Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride
Lemme see you ride that train

Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride

Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride

Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train

Lemme see you ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
Lemme see you ride that train, ride, ride
Lemme see you ride that train
3, 2, 1, all aboard

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Orphan Train - Lyrics - Something Worth Leaving Behind - Lee Ann Womack

Title: Orphan Train
Album: Something Worth Leaving Behind
Artist: Lee Ann Womack
Composer(s): Julie Miller

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Lyric:
Come all you broken hearted
Come and lay your burden down
Come Kings and Queens
Come royalty, surrender up your crown

Come empty handed
Come with nothing of your own to claim
Come naked, poor
Come like a child to ride the orphan train

Come ride, ride on the orphan train
Put your ear to the track
You can hear your name
Come ride, ride on the orphan train
It'll take you all the way home

The way is narrow
It is steep, that brings you to the door
But love awaits
There to embrace your heart forever more

Come ride, ride on the orphan train
Put your ear to the track
You can hear your name
Come ride, ride on the orphan train
It'll take you all the way home

Come you abandoned
You forsaken friendless and alone
Come refugees left homesick for
Some place you've never known

Here Princes, paupers
Criminals and saints are all the same
No more or less
Than God's beloved child aboard this train

Come ride, ride on the orphan train
Put your ear to the track
You can hear your name
Come ride, ride on the orphan train
It'll take you all the way home

Ride, ride on the orphan train
Put your ear to the track
You can hear your name
Come ride, ride on the orphan train
It'll take you all the way home
It'll take you all the way home
It's gonna take you all the way home

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Get Retarded - Lyrics - Dj Kayslay

Title: Get Retarded
Artist: Dj Kayslay
Composer(s): Calvin Mitchell, Lawrence R Simpson, Joseph Jones, Laron James, Michael Miller, Carl Terrell Mitchell

Lyric:
Uhh, okay, y'all know what this is
Jim capo nigga, we back on this motherfucker
Drama king, drama game, bird Caine
Dip set, diplomat y'all know what it is
Exclusive nigga, for the streets
Harlem, stand up, east side representers
You know what it is, check it

Passed my hood throwin' weed out the window
Half my hood they be out the window
Tell Kayslay throw the key out the window
I parked in front so I can see out the window
Get inside of the ride, 20 inches piped in the side
So I cypher some eyes, hell yeah like bikers we ride
Better yet like pilots we fly
Trust me you be flyin' all high
Like a bunch of birds and we dump the birds
And we bump the birds but "Mums" the word

Word, word man bird gang
I thought you heard Mayne
But hold on Holmes, I be rollin' stones
Rocked up like a rollin' stone
Blocked up and I hold the chrome
Pop up I will blow up homes, dip set, he know it's on
Yeah, it ain't even fair
I'll squeeze a flare, I'll leave him there
Just bleedin' there, no breathin' air
Just leave him there 'til police get there

Whoo! That's my kind of work
Fucked up bulletproof liner shirt
Then we grind the work, all kind of work
We watch po-po, they tryin' alerts
Fuck that dough, they dyin' of thirst
Huh, so we cop it and fry it
Chop and divide it, toppers supply it
Yeah hit the block and he try it
Yeah watch the cops when they eye us
Yeah you know our block starts riots

If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, load the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the target
Load the hammers, load the cartridge

If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, load the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the target
Load the hammers, load the cartridge

I pop hoes and greet ya, nachos and cheese ya
Send Vatos, Choppos and Gablones to meet ya
They pop yo' top slow, pa blow and leave ya
I got dough, papo or chop low flaminga
I got hoes, papo that lock load the finger

So all the broads now all across town
All aboard now, let's all get all down
Yeah, on the floor now, lower your drawer down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know you thir-sty
I'm a gorilla case, Harlem's my villa place
Nigga what, nigga wait get it what, get it straight
Nigga, get it fucked, get the eight
Get it up, in your face

Yeah, nigga what, nigga hey
That's how my peeps roll, that's how the streets go
That's street code, G roll, we know
Man, the boy gets busy, that's for sure fo' sheezy
The boy the busiest, all the rizzy of rap

If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, load the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the target
Load the hammers, load the cartridge

If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, load the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the target
Load the hammers, load the cartridge

I gotta cock and load, finna pop these hoes
Kill a motherfucker let the glocks explode
Come up on a corner servin' rocks and blows
Get the millimeter gotta rock and roll
Gotta hit him with the heaters in the heart
And I hurt him with the hollows every time I heard he come around here
If you don't want the drama get up off the tip
I'll be the only motherfucker servin' dubs and the pounds here

It ain't shit for me to throw them thangs
If a nigga try to go inside, I come breakin' him off
Catch you slippin' with the shiny rings
And ain't no need for you to get dramatic on takin 'em off
Catch him open when I'm kickin' in the do'
Shoot up on the ceiling then I get him on the flo'
Take yo' cash, take yo' dro
Mac-11 rugers and a forty-fo'

Get your killers, you better go get your gangstas
Better go get your hustlers, better go get your riders
Better go get your motherfuckers that'll handle that biz
Kill a nigga even if they gotta do a bid
Dress up like chicken when I pull you with a wig
Take away your mothers and they kidnapped kids

Shoot at us then it's tit for tat
We the niggaz that be known to hit a lick for scratch
Makin' money puttin' workers on the tit with packs
Don't want no drama with the honorary diplomat
I got a desert eagle and a pocket full of shells
Opposition hangin' on a tip, make confetti galore
Thinkin' I'ma let they pockets swell
It's murder when I'm fillin' up the clip and I'm ready for war

Goin' through bodies and drillin' the wall
Dead 'em so quick then you be feelin' the fall
I'm makin' sure that my enemy blood's fillin' the halls
When the twista got static, I'll be killin' them all
'Cause that's drama Mayne

If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, load the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the target
Load the hammers, load the cartridge

If it's drama we can start it
Start the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, load the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a target
If it's drama we gon' start it
If it's problems we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the target
Load the hammers, load the cartridge

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Trains, Planes, And Automobiles - Lyrics - Future Without A Past - Leaders Of The New School

Title: Trains, Planes, And Automobiles
Album: Future Without A Past
Artist: Leaders Of The New School
Composer(s): Bryan Higgins, Eric Sadler, James Jr Jackson, Trevor Smith

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Lyric:
It was a nice sunny day until the heat we fell victim
Sex on our minds while I was in her system
Girls with them beautiful, fellas the same
A freak said, "Hi", and we all yelled, "Train"

So we continue on our mission to get some poonanie
The girl we just met is not worth the money
She's just hot and ready to serve
Three cool swell brothers who had the nerve

To approach her, throat her, along with the action
She said it's cool making love in this fashion
Trains, planes, and automobiles

It's all in the same
It's how the wheels turn
It's all in the same
It's how the wheels turn

Engine number one
(Yes engine number two)
Yo tell me what's the problem?
(Don't you think you can solve them?)

Of course I can, we know you can
(I know you can)
So I prepare to make a dance to prove that I'm the man
At first she said, "I'm not with the Amtrak"
Gently I convinced her to lay upon her back

All aboard, the brothers coming in, I heard the jigga jigga
So let the fun begin
She got to ride the shotgun dropping off next stop
On and on, but it still ain't enough

I guess it's left up to engine number three
(To get what?)
What? To get aboard those
Trains, planes, and automobiles

It's all in the same
It's how the wheels turn
It's all in the same
It's how the wheels turn

Got on the train and rode the express
(Yeah rode the express)
[Unverified] of pure bliss
Slim trim, that's what I want to get hitting
(Some trim)
And knock the boots off of the slim thing, where did you get in?

From the jeep counter and that was it
She felt against my skin, so once I was ready to begin
To blow up the engine
(Engine)
A let my best friends ride on the train

(The train)
The train
(The train)
The ch-ch-ch-ch-ch train
C'mon, c'mon

Huh, take the train, take the train, take the train
Huh, take the train, take the train, take the train
It was a party night and every was breaking
The eyes was screaming and the bass was shaking

And it won't be long 'til everybody knows
That Milo's on the beat box, knowing that Milo's on the beat box
Knowing that Milo's on the beat box, going
And, and, and, and, sha-nah-nah

Get 'em up, move 'em in, get 'em out, move 'em out
Trains, plane, and automobiles
Get 'em up, move 'em in, get 'em out, move 'em out
Trains, plane, and automobiles

As I return on my return trip
I had to roll and make this girl flip
So I said, "Fellas?"
(Yeah?)
Should I do it like this? Like that?
(No, no)

Then why is she yelling, "Go Dinco go"
Sweating the pain off, letting it drain off
Feeling relaxed as my thing went soft
Never the measure, this is the pleasure
Are you gonna ride again?

Yo, never
Never I'll take your advice
But let me get off my rock, home slice
Time was just not on my side

Hour after hour it was a long ride
Thinking how I got in so deep
My lollipop shop just would not sleep
Rocking the body in and out like a party

Screaming and creaming, "Come on Charlie"
'Cause Charlie says, I love to rock the body
Charlie says, it really rings a bell
Charlie says, I love to rock the house now
Yo Busta Rhymes throw down

The train was worth the long trip
I threw the Rough Rider with the broad hip
Plugged it in and broke the backbone
Like sea to the salt, yo, players grow

Just by adding a little bit of fluid
Busta rode endless to the cut is chewing
Riding and riding, slipping and sliding
The bulletproof board is a [unverified] combining

In the calm invasion of me and you
One plus one, it equals two
After I did what I had to do
Then subtracted me and I jetted on you, honey
You, yeah you, baby

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Running Game - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: Running Game
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): M. Predka, J. Cena, Smokey Robinson

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Lyric:
We roll by in the pimp ride
(Then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide
(Y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin' this, y'all know we serious

We roll by in the pimp ride
(Then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide
(Y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin' this, y'all know we serious

I'll be makin' you move so quick you can't see me in slow-mo
Get your throat cut when you step in the dojo
Y'all got no flow, we be makin' hits
You like a proctologist, you feelin' my shit

Yeah, you all hype like a street team
I spend more time holdin' a mic than Mean Gene
Makin' beat fiends scream, they be lovin' the click
Roll solo to the party but I leave with ya chick

'Cause she know that when I'm flowin' it's hot
There's a party in my pants, she be blowin' the spot
Buck naked in the old school drop, givin' me skull again
She give me free strokes, that's why I call her a mulligan

See me on TV, knows everything about me
You can't fuck with me, she can't fuck without me
And if you think she don't be lovin' my thangs
That's like sayin' you eat at Hooters for the buffalo wings, what?

We roll by in the pimp ride
(Then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide
(Y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin' this, y'all know we serious

We roll by in the pimp ride
(Then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide
(Y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin' this, y'all know we serious

Fuck record execs, promisin' checks
I been cleanin' tables now I'm seein' labels, these chicks
Sayin, "Haven't we met", man holdin' my breath
Feel like the lesser of two evils that I haven't seen yet

I got girls running game with a pimp strut
Big butt booty bitches tryin' to link up
They walkin' toward me, conversation and they body bore me
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story

Nas said it before, that's raw
If you leavin' the club your clothes'll end up on the car floor
Man, I got no time for words after sex
I just kick you to the curb and be laughin' next

'Cause Trademarc is a clingy chick's nightmare
Even though you took me home, I won't spend the night there
I've had hookers to virgins, on they back
Wild sex all the way to dead lays like necrophiliacs

We roll by in the pimp ride
(Then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide
(Y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin' this, y'all know we serious

We roll by in the pimp ride
(Then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide
(Y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin' this, y'all know we serious

Johnny Cena got the girls, girls but I'm not Jay-Z
I play the field, I never let the field play me
You see my Chevy? You know there's ten chicks aboard
Plus the whip got more switches than the mixer board

I'm stickin' your whore, while you flossin' your Range
Gave her a dollar, she gave me back a buck and some change
She tried to swallow me whole, I brushed the back of her wig
She called my dick Frank White 'cause it's notoriously big

We roll by in the pimp ride
(Then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide
(Y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin' this, y'all know we serious

We roll by in the pimp ride
(Then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide
(Y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin' this, y'all know we serious

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The Train - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: The Train
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): David Whild Brown, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Myrna Crenshaw, Kevin Kendrick, Terrence Smith, Joi Gilliam

Lyric:
All aboard!
Or, are all y'all bored?
It's good to have y'all back now
Ladies and gents
Y'all already know what it is
God don't make no mistakes
God don't make no mistakes

Little do they know when I was brought up in this game
Pointing always in da vice from spitting, I made a change
Like the diaper on the bottom of my baby daughter
I wasn't ready to be no father, maybe, kinda, sorta

'Cause when I saw her, I swear it made a tear fall
Not tears of sorrow but of joy so listen here y'all
I grabbed the mic and moved the crowd then disappeared dog
Back in '94 that was the motherfucking year homeboy

Then that Southernplayalistic went platinum
Stacks on deck they ain't tell us to pay our taxes
Walking around the table in the kitchen just for practice
Reciting rhymes to sharpen minds, now let's deliver to the masses

It's been a good long road, now it's time for me to go
I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Time to spread my wings and high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high

Welcome to my life, I think it's time we take it back
I got to give you all the facts so you can see what type of cat
That you dealing with, now on ATLiens we was killing it
And then my auntie passed, she was like my mother I was feeling it

The first person close to me to die I needed healing
But I see her as an angel when I look up at the ceiling
Like my daddy and grandaddy on both shoulders steady chilling
So you got to keep on living like each day was the beginning

It's yo birthday even on your worst day
Live it like the first day, I'm Antwan Andre
Or General Patton if you know ?bout Purple Ribbon or got purp
I, I be on that kryptonite, that means I can't be hurt
Gotta leave this place, it's been cool but I gotta go

It's been a good long road, now it's time for me to go
I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Time to spread my wings and high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high

Leavin' on a train surely as truth remains I'll be back again
(I know we been though a lot, and I ain't perfect)
(But I swear to you I'm a changed man)
Leavin' on a train surely as truth remains I'll be back again
(From the caboose)

And now it's time to say goodbye, they should've turned me loose
I was all about my team but now I call upon my crew
I'm a family type of person but I'm deadly dolo too
You can achieve anything that you put your heart into

See the second hand won't ever stop and neither will the clock
Nigga big still hit the stage by hisself and still rock
'Cause when your faith is in the right place, see He ain't gon let you flop
You can say whatever you want, I bet you can't do it like me
Boy stop!

Before you say you can't let go
Please no excuse this time don't be afraid to fly, fly, fly
You never know what day the doors will close
It's time to say goodbye time to pack up and ride
(Bye bye bye)
Got to leave this place, it's been cool but I gotta go
I can take it from here, ladies, y'all done a good deed tonight

It's been a good long road, now it's time for me to go
I say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Time to spread my wings and high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high

Leavin' on a train surely as truth remains I'll be back again
(I fly, I fly, so high)
Leavin' on a train as surely as truth remains I'll be back again
(I fly, I fly, so high)

(All aboard!)

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Orphan Train - Lyrics - Mockingbird - Allison Moorer

Title: Orphan Train
Album: Mockingbird
Artist: Allison Moorer
Composer(s): Julie Miller

Lyric:
Come all you broken hearted come
And lay your burden down
Come kings and queens, come royalty
Surrender up your crown

Come empty handed, come with nothing
Of your own to claim
Come naked, poor, come like a child
To ride the orphan train

Come ride, ride on the orphan train
Put your ear to the track, you can hear your name
Come ride, ride on the orphan train
It'll take you all the way home

The way is narrow, it is steep
That brings you to the door
But love awaits there to embrace
Your heart forevermore

Come ride, ride on the orphan train
Put your ear to the track, you can hear your name
Come ride, ride on the orphan train
It'll take you all the way home

Come you abandoned, you forsaken
Friendless and alone
Come refugees left homesick for
Some place you've never known

Here princes, paupers, criminals
And saints are all the same
No more or less than God's beloved
Child aboard this train

Come ride, ride on the orphan train
Put your ear to the track, you can hear your name
Come ride, ride on the orphan train
It'll take you all the way home

Come ride, ride on the orphan train
I put my ear to the track and I heard my name
Come ride, ride on the orphan train
It'll take us all the way home

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Nobody Can Freak You - Lyrics - Phenomenon - Ll Cool J

Title: Nobody Can Freak You
Album: Phenomenon
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Jean C Olivier, Steve Arrington, Samuel Barnes, Charles Carter, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Nobody
You wanna do this again?
You sure?
Keep it right there

A lime to a lemon, lemon to a lime
'Cmon baby girl you gotta gimme mine
Whatever I do I'm garaunteed to shine
I wanna see if your pony is genuine

Better ride it right hi ho silver to the early light
(Early light baby)
Slow it down a bit get your face all wet drown in it
No doubt the opposite of '96
You turn me on sugar lick your lips
Girlfriend keep it right there
Face down with your hands in the air
Watch my rocks what's my M O?
Always hot
As for my flow?
It don't stop
Am I good to go?
Not my loss

Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you

Kitty kat ain't nothin' but skin and bones
You could flip it lick it or leave it alone
You could grip trick it to each his own
I'll make your manhood shine like chrome
What you could work me out
I told you my ex-man turned me out held me till I melt it down
Pound for pound I could freal 'em out lover zone
Unplug the phone
You were out when ya mom and I home
Stop I'll shut you down
Round and round, round and round
Work it out now c'mon here's your reward
All aboard
Word up you can't get up
I'll leave your black cherry all split up

Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you

Ooh all that drama sound real good I love to ride you
Wish you would
Yeah, but you won't call me back
Man can't take it when it's squeezed like that
I bite back re mat strike that a real live player won't do me like that
True what if I strip for you dance on the bed while you under my leg
Would you suck your fingers start to beg
Or crawl like a tiger and give me some head
Either way you can have it your way
Foreplay all day
A.K.A. John Mickens, so I won't be trickin'
We doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
But you ain't gettin' shit till I hear weddin' bells

Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you

Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you
Nobody can freak me like you

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Midnight Train To Georgia - Lyrics - 1200 Curfews - Indigo Girls

Title: Midnight Train To Georgia
Album: 1200 Curfews
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Jim Weatherly

Lyric:
L.A. proved too much for the man
(Too much for the man)
(He couldn't make it)
So he's leaving the life
He's come to know

(He said he's going)
He said he's going back to find
(Going back to find)
What's left of his world
The world he left behind
Not so very long ago, oh yeah

He's leaving
(Leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia, oh yeah
(Leaving on that midnight train)
Oo, y'all
Said, he's going back to find
(He's going back to find)
A simpler place and time
(And when he takes that ride)
Oh yes, he is
(Guess who's gonna be right by his side)

I'll be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on that midnight train to Georgia)
(Whoo whoo)
I'd rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(World, world)
(It's his, his and her's alone)

He kept dreaming
(Dreaming)
That one day he'd be a star
(A superstar but he didn't get far)
But he sure found out the hard way
That dreams don't always come true
(Dreams don't always come true)
Oh no

So he sold all his hopes
And he even sold his own car
And bought a one way ticket back
To the life that he once knew, oh yes, he did
He said he would

I know he's leaving
(Leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia, oh yeah
(Leaving on that midnight train)
Oh y'all
Said, he's going back to find
(He's going back to find)
A simpler place and time
(And when he takes that ride)
Oh yes, he is
(Guess who's gonna be right by his side)

I've got to be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on that midnight train to Georgia)
(Whoo whoo)
I'd rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(World, world)
(It's his, his and her's alone)

He's leaving
(He's leaving)
On a midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train)
Oh yeah
He said, he's going back to find
(He's going back to find)
A simpler place and time
(And when he takes that ride)
(Guess who's gonna be right by his side)

I've got to be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on that midnight train to Georgia)
(Whoo whoo)
I'd rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
[Incomprehensible]
World, world
Is his, his and her's alone
World is his
His and her's alone

All aboard
One world
Her man, his girl

I've got to go
(All aboard)
I've got to go
(One world)
I've got to go
(Her man, his girl)

I've got to go
(All aboard)
I've got to go
(One world)
I've got to go right now
(Her man, his girl)

All aboard
One world
Her man, his girl

All aboard
One world
Her man, his girl

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Secret Rendez-Vous - Lyrics - Karyn White - Karyn White

Title: Secret Rendez-Vous
Album: Karyn White
Artist: Karyn White
Composer(s): Daryl L Simmons, Kenneth Babyface Edmonds, Antonio M Reid

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Lyric:
Happiness is where I, I think of you
And we will get together and rendezvous
I'll be on time, you bring the wine
And we will lock the door, oh, you'll be all mine

Alone in my room, thoughts of you in my head
As I wait, the time is soon, you'll arrive
Together then we'll escape into the night on wings of love
And do the things that we once dreamed of
All aboard in a surrey, a first class ticket to ecstasy

It won't stop, it don't stop
A nonstop secret rendezvous
It won't stop, it don't stop
A nonstop secret rendezvous

From a penthouse view we'll make love, drink champagne by candle light
I'm so glad I'm in your arms, baby, I am yours tonight
To be with you is all I need, so lock the door and throw away the key
No one will disturb this groove, we could not stop it if we wanted to

It won't stop, it don't stop
A nonstop secret rendezvous
It won't stop, it don't stop
A nonstop secret rendezvous
Secret rendezvous

Happiness is where I, I think of you
And we will get together and rendezvous
I'll be on time, you bring the wine
And we will lock the door, oh, you'll be all mine

I want you, you want me
I wanna lock the door, throw away the key in ecstasy

It won't stop, it don't stop
A nonstop secret rendezvous
It won't stop, it don't stop
A nonstop secret rendezvous

It won't stop, it don't stop
A nonstop secret rendezvous
A secret rendezvous

I wanna ride you through by candle light
I wanna hurl you and squeeze you through the night
So lock the door, throw away the key in ecstasy

I can't let no one disturb this groove
I couldn't stop it if I wanted to
It's you for me and me for you in a secret rendezvous

It won't stop, it don't stop
A nonstop secret rendezvous
It won't stop, it don't stop
A nonstop secret rendezvous

I wanna ride you through by candle light
I wanna hurl you and squeeze you through the night
So lock the door, throw away the key in ecstasy

I can't let no one disturb this groove
I couldn't stop it if I wanted to
It's you for me and me for you in a secret rendezvous

It won't stop, it don't stop
A nonstop secret rendezvous
It won't stop, it don't stop

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Just For You - Lyrics - Rah Digga

Title: Just For You
Artist: Rah Digga
Composer(s): Leroy Jones, Wayne Anthony Notise, Dominick Lamb, William Lewis, Roger Mcnair, Rashia Fisher

Lyric:
All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all

All my bitches y'all, all my bitches y'all
Flipmode y'all, Flipmode y'all
Hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all

Never judge a nigga like the cover of a book
Fuck around and get shot back of the foot
Nigga, fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook
Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp

Shot up my cops, Dirty Harry
You stickin' me is like niggas fuckin' the Virgin Mary
Shit we carry will have you found layin' down
Somewhere damp and muddy, split your tummy
Puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody

So now I leave your body to rot
Where bitches sell they pussy for rock
Cook they coke in steamin' water, boil in a pot
Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch
Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin' your pops?

You messin' wit a rhyme surgeon
Trade the GS for the excursion, heads is turnin'
Flipmode we still mergin'
Now we splurgin' in suburbans
Dirty Harriet rock the camouflage turbans

Said one for the money and two for mic check
And spit a million rhymin' words in 240 seconds
Get three to get your bitch neck and four to even the score
Graveyard shifter mister, y'all believe in the law

Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton
Suede ballet shoes steppin', do the best that I can can
Like Pointer sisters, who could join the wizard?
Talkin' outta place, I pick the knife up and cut the tongue
Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

Before all the plaques and the Source Aawards
Y'all niggas wanna dick ride, so jump aboard
It's a first class ass whippin', rampage, I ain't trippin'
Check all the magazine clippin's

Yo, I pluck pigeons, get brains in expeditions
Cause friction, every chick I stick my dick in
I'm not trustworthy, like midnight, I'm pickin'
Spliff keep it warm like wool caps to mittens

Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty
New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me
Holla mine, in these violent times crooks bear malice
White collar crime, Columbine, we clear classes

Burn a nigga into ashes, how I mash his ass like Cassius
Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic
Writin? half ass shit, splash kids
Poke ?em with the bassinet in the neck, graphic

Can't tell I'm from QB the way that I talk
Speakin' in tongue with six blocks callin' my dun
Bogie collapsed lung, big and small gats we brung
Bangin' your drums with hot shit and more to come

But then we manifest the truth
The niggas fight predictions from The Bible
Betrayal for niggas is suicidal
Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit
Dirty Harriet floodin' all through your district

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

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That Glory Bound Train - Lyrics - Kitty Wells

Title: That Glory Bound Train
Artist: Kitty Wells
Composer(s): Roy Acuff, Odell Mcleod

Lyric:
Come and listen, won't you brother?
Have you heard or don't you know
There's a train that's bound for glory?
Will you ride it when it goes?

Have you made all preparations
Reservations are complete
Will you hear that whistle blowing?
Will you be there at your seat?

Has your ticket yet been purchased
For that glory bound train?
Oh, will you ride? Oh, will you ride?
Will you ride that train to glory by and by?

All the headlights will be gleaming, Jesus is the engineer
Will you ride this train to glory or will you be waiting here
When these golden bells start ringing? When he calls us all aboard
Will you have your ticket ready for your Savior and your Lord?

Has your ticket yet been purchased
For that glory bound train?
Oh, will you ride? Oh, will you ride?
Will you ride that train to glory by and by?

When you hear it in the distance, hear its mighty driver's roar
Just a little while to tarry then we'll walk those streets of gold
Will those loved ones who have journeyed just a little while ago
Meet you there at heaven's station when the last lone whistle blow?

Has your ticket yet been purchased
For that glory bound train?
Oh, will you ride? Oh, will you ride?
Will you ride that train to glory by and by?

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That Glory Bound Train - Lyrics - Roy Acuff

Title: That Glory Bound Train
Artist: Roy Acuff
Composer(s): Roy Acuff, Odell Mcleod

Lyric:
Come and listen, won't you brother?
Have you heard or don't you know
There's a train that's bound for Glory
Will you ride it when it goes

Has your ticket yet been purchased
For that Glory bound train?
Oh, will you ride, oh, will you ride, will you ride
That train to Glory, by and by?

Have you made all preparations?
Reservations are complete
When you hear that whistle blowing
Will you be there at your seat?

Has your ticket yet been purchased
For that Glory bound train?
Oh, will you ride, oh, will you ride, will you ride
That train to Glory, by and by?

When these golden bells start ringing
Swinging on that golden chord?
Will you have your ticket ready
When you hear that all aboard

Has your ticket yet been purchased
For that Glory bound train?
Oh, will you ride, oh, will you ride, will you ride
That train to Glory, by and by?

When you hear it in the distance
Hear its mighty drivers roar
Just a little while to tarry then
We'll walk those streets of gold

Has your ticket yet been purchased
For that Glory bound train?
Oh, will you ride, oh, will you ride, will you ride
That train to Glory, by and by?

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Countdown - Lyrics - Def Squad

Title: Countdown
Artist: Def Squad
Composer(s): Keith Murray, R Noble, Jamal Phillips, Erick S. Sermon, L Siffre

Lyric:
For she's perhaps quite clever
On the mic, I'm Wizard, call me Chris Webber
Scary, wise, I'm way past terror
I make like Jay-Z, then Roc-a-Fella

Rock 'em out the club
Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne
From the bar compliments of E-Dub
I be the one to cause the confusion

Twist your mind to pieces make ya think I'm losin'
Yeah, niggaz try to provoke me
But, I'm a tower God
So, there ain't no hope

Bitches like dope E so, I resume, if they step
I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black Moon
Let me ask you's, y'all feel that like Erykah
Control the states and make a Def America

My styles legit, peep the steez a bit
It's official, like a licensed forty-five pistol
Word to the preacher's wife
I got the power to annoy ya

And keep them shiesty folks on point
I'm the butler servin' MC's
Because I love to
N-O, quote, you're a customer

I put you in your right mind and frame
I derail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train
All aboard with the Def Squad, if you can hang
My name be precise range, when I aim, I flame

Fuck a gun, when I was twelve, I was bustin' 'em
Young, just wanna have fun, like little Just' and 'em
But Doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed me
Foes, I take it to the nigga, started you hustlin'

Whether it be weed, dope or coke
My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes
Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown
Pull out the pound, bust off my ro ro ro round

Jump out a tree, land on your neck
From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your deck
You be like damn, that's what I ride for
If I apply more pressure, it'll snow on July Fourth

Son spark the spliff, bark the fifth
The tracks make acrobats lose their arch and shit
If you came to brawl, we love to get involved
My squad lickin' hard for all white people to jawl

MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it

MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it

Yeah, nobody rock harder than this
Closed jaw, stoned face, mic extremist and I doubt it
You could kiss my ass and make a love song about it
'Cause, I'm 'bout it and their livin' without it

Yeah, wantin' to battle with me as hard as it gets
Get niggaz in jail watchin' Soul Train turn off the TV, lyrical vet
Flippin' twenty-six letters of the alphabet
You talk shit, you deserve what you get

I'm heartthrob, leave you dead as a door knob
Not a hip hop cop and not down with the Mobb
Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities
Simultaneously with communication capabilities

From high class to mid class to low and greedy
I will instantaneously bust an MC
The non forgetter, hit you with the one hitter, quitter
And make you exercise your shit up, nigga

These niggaz is ridin' dick like rodeo, their homos
Who wanna toe-to-toe, fuck the studio flow
Def Squad click, a thug nigga, chug a lot of liquor
Forty five slug sender, half spreader, cash getter

Represent for the real gangsters and drug dealers
Know half your little rap and I'm cappin' and slappin' niggaz
Same niggaz takin' this squad shit for a joke
Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke, they choke, blood spill at the pope

Their cowards, gettin' rained on like a shower
Live form NYC, E, Red keepin' me, Mally G
Master the ceremonial, off the meat rack
Call you weak, keep gats, pandemonium

Phony tough Tony ones, we dip dip die in the place
House, that was some hardcore rap
Realer than black, black baseball bats and black gats
'Bout to black out on all you wack cats

MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it

MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it

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Dreamboat - Lyrics - Elton John

Title: Dreamboat
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Tim Renwick, Gary Osborne

Lyric:
Steamboat waiting by the waterside
Sunlight shining on the mornin' tide
Got my ticket in my hand
Got some celebrating planned

Can't remember when I felt so fine
I've been waiting such a long, long time
Just to hear those engines hum
Look out dreamboat, here I come

And I say, dream on dreamboat, let my love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side
All aboard, make it fast
Thank the Lord, I'm coming home at last

If you love me like you did before
Be there waiting on that distant shore
When my steamboat comes inside
And then I know, we'll be alright

And I say, dream on dreamboat, let your love light ride
Stem on steamboat to the other side
Turn the crank, change the gear
Raise the flag and let's get out of here

Feels so good to know that soon I'll see
You've been saving all your love for me
Honey, if there's any doubt
Just be sure I don't find out

And I say, dream on dreamboat, let my love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side
Cast the line, check the fuse
Save some time, this ain't no pleasure cruise

Tell the Captain, not to take too long
Keep that big wheel turning fast and strong
Fires are burning down below
Come on steamboat, don't be slow

And I'm sayin' that, dream on dreamboat, let my love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side
Wind the springs, set the course
Pull some strings before I turn to force

Dream on dreamboat, let my love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side
Ring the bell, sound the horn
Move like Hell, I'm heading back where I was born

And I say, dream on dreamboat, let my love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side
All aboard and make it fast
Thank the Lord, I'm coming home at last

And I say, dream on dreamboat, let your love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side
Turn the crank, change the gear
Raise the flag and let's get out of here

Dream on dreamboat, let my love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side
Cast the line, check the fuse
Save some time, this ain't no pleasure cruise

You're my dreamboat, yes you are

I say, dream on dreamboat, let my love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side
Ring the bell, sound the horn
Move like Hell, I'm heading back where I was born, yeah

You're my dreamboat, yes you are

Dream on dreamboat, let my love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side

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Mesmerize - Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

Title: Mesmerize
Album: The Last Temptation
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Jeffery B Atkins, Linda Creed, Irving Lorenzo, Andre S Parker, Thom Bell

Lyric:
Haha yeah, what up ma?
Yeah I know, I know
It's all good, Murder Inc

Girl your stare, those eyes, I love it when you look at me baby
Your lips, your smile, I love it when you kiss me baby
Your hips, those thighs, I love it when you thug me baby
And I can't deny, I love it when you shake it, hehe
Love it when I'm with you baby

I got a fetish with fucking you with the skirt on
On a back street in the back seat of a Yukon
What's taking so long? I'm getting extra impatient
Waiting for you to tell a nigga to move on

Between me and you we can find each other fly aboard in my private G2
I'm not trying to g you, I'm trying to see you bent over
You know how we do it, feet to shoulders bring heat to the coldest night So ferocious, promoting the dick game is poor

'Cause in the bed, nigga go hard like Jordan sweat pouring
Loving the way you be moaning, gripping
The sheets, looking at me, licking at me
'Cause every woman just want to be happy
It's crazy but baby, I love it when I'm with you baby

Girl your stare, those eyes, I love it when you look at me baby
Your lips, your smile, I love it when you kiss me baby
Your hips, those thighs, I love it when you thug me baby
And I can't deny, I love it when you shake it, hehe
Love it when I'm with you baby

I wanna get away, 'cause you know, like I know
And there's a better day coming
And I hooked on your lovin', believe me
And when you want my body

I know you need me, wait for me baby
I been going half crazy for your love
And I was told that the sex is better then drugs
Making addictive boy listen

You're the only piece of the puzzle been missing
Like when you kissing
(Bye, bye, bye)
You got a girl that'll ride, ride, ride
So take me tonight and do what you do to me baby

Girl your stare, those eyes, I love it when you look at me baby
Your lips, your smile, I love it when you kiss me baby
Your hips, those thighs, I love it when you thug me baby
And I can't deny I love it when you shake it, hehe
Love it when I'm with you baby

Shorty

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On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe - Lyrics - Judy Garland

Title: On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Artist: Judy Garland
Composer(s): H Warren, J Mercer

Lyric:
Do you hear that whistle down the line?
I figure that it's Engine Number 49
She's the only one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

See the ol' smoke risin' 'round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts get the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Here she comes
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Hey, Jim, you better get the rig
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell

On the way to Californiay
On the Atchison, Topeka
On the Atchison, Topeka
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Ooh ee, Atchison, Topeka, Santa Fe
Atchison, Topeka

On the roads back East are mighty swell
The Chesapeake, Ohio and the ASL
But I make my run and I make my pay
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Goin' back and forth along these aisles
My land, you must've walked about a million miles
It's a treat to be on your feet all day
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

Here she comes
(Comin' down the line)
Raa du raa, du raa du, raa raa raa
(On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe)
She really racin' down the line
Looky, looky, looky, look, look, look
(Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe)
Oh, boy, we're huffin' and a puffin' on the 49

In this day and age, girls don't leave home
But if you get a hankerin', you wanna roam
Our advice to you is run away
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

What a lovely day, I'm feeling so fresh and alive
And I'm so glad to arrive, it's all so grand
It's easy to see you don't need a palace
To feel like Alice in Wonderland

Back in Ohio, where I come from
I've done a lot of dreamin' and I've traveled some
But I never thought, I'd see the day
When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe
(Wanna take a ride on the Santa Fe)

I would lean across my window sill
And hear the whistle echoin' across the hill
Then I'd watch the lights till they'd fade away
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

What a thrill
(What a great big wonderful thrill)
With the wheels a-singin' 'Westward ho'
(With the wheels a-singin' hum, ho)

Right from the day I heard them start
(I heard the wheels a-singin')
'Cross the Kansas plains through New Mexico
(Across the plains, hum, ho)
I guess I've got a little gypsy in my heart

When I'm old and gray and settled down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town
Then I'll spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

All aboard
(We came across the country lickety-split)
Goin' ninety miles an hour, fit to be tied)
I can't believe I'm here at last

Woo oo ooo
(When you go travelin', it's natch for you)
(To take the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe)
Can't believe that anything would go so fast

Then you pull that throttle, whistle blows
A huffin' and a puffin' and away she goes
All aboard for Californiay, hey
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

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Back To The Essence - Lyrics - A2G EP - Blackalicious

Title: Back To The Essence
Album: A2G EP
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Lateef Daumont, Xavier Mosley, Tim Parker

Lyric:
When I'm on the mic, I stand tall with gall
Style worth more than anything you goin' find in mall
The treasure of the mutiny is what keeps you all enthralled
I lively up the people with the yes, yes, y'all

Create, wait, watch and let the fake fall
Employ my strategy like checkmate
Call your bluff in that destruction, of all previous discussion
When I hit like a concussion, your heart rate stall

Recorders all stall, you jaw'll go slack
I deliver makin' quivers and shivers all down your back
Like a river flow the beat
Bounces in Cadillacs, bumpin' that vicious Blackalicious

Kick drum, that keeps punchin' through that speaker
Countinously, meticoulously, etchin out the spaces in time
For miles affecting rhymes that changing minds permanently
Like mescaline, giving your whole perception, perspective
A new design that wreck that misconception

Now, we seeing, eye to eye yet?
Can the MC speak? The suckas stay quiet
The crowd can get rowdy like the party was a riot
Try it and the ladies will, who ride your ass up out the spotlite

"You crazy, don't you know that fool Lateef'll set it on you?
He better than you", she telling you the truth due
I give you the proof due
Step you, end up getting cut up by the cornerstone's edge

Down back, by the end I say, ?Don't get contrary?
'Cause baby, I'm very highly motivated
I'm trying to do that play and ownership thing like Isiah did
Hope your vision ain't impaired

But my prayers, you can hear what I'm saying to you
Now, if you fakin' it, may sound strange to you
Like some way under my breath, maybe I'm playing
But I only do that murder rap shit, for those whose the cap fit
As for the rest, I'm trying to you all, back to the essence

Back to the essence, when we in the house feel the almighty presence
Making MC's act humble like peasants
Smoking the mic and leaving nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop like pots full of wesson

Making it hot cooking, your goose and your pheasant
Taking your props leaving your ass, butt naked
Soul exposed, no material protection
Low and behold, we going back to the essence

I be that G I to the F, when I get def up on that mic
I swing that lefty, no discrepancy and effortlessly
And in the right frame of mind
Electricity combined with mind, soul and the way I flex the agility

Focus, ability makes some heads quite restless in this vicinty
Trying to fill me out but they just jesters in my vicinty stuck in my art
Trying to feather my energy, I bless plenty of enemies
Hittin' me with expressions that would, so would like to get rid of me

In my quest to be the epitome, it'll be cold in hell
'Fore I feel stress from any of these illiterate
Insecure about, they little insignificant contributions
Infinitely I'm mocking yes and don't, whenever the gift put out a fly quote

Yes, I'm doing my thing and leaving a cloud of cess smoke
Wherever I go, whether I'm balling, whether I'm flat, dead, broke
I'm heeding my call and leaving a ball of rappers with heads roast
And bringing that universal dopeness to the East and West Coast

And really no one the best, though is God
Allowing you to harness the energy, within whoever feels the most
At the moment, takes it the farthest
So thank Him 'cause it's through you that he manifest artistry

Like a painting with an infinite, beyond lifetime warranty
And Satan is a wack diseased, that needs to be quarantined
And caged in, I'm riding a boat of dopeness, come on aboard with me
And engage in a tale of musical invention

An MC lynchin', convention GA
Lyrical fifth dimension miracles, all up in your system

Back to the essence, when we in the house feel the almighty presence
Making MC's act humble like peasants
Smoking the mic and leaving nothing but resin
Making the spots, pop like pots full of wesson

Making it hot cooking, your goose and your pheasant
Taking your props leaving your ass, butt naked
Soul exposed, no material protection
Low and behold, we going back to the essence

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