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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Honest Men - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: Honest Men
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): Eric Troyer

Lyric:
We're just a stone's throw
From burning hellfire
Does anybody know
Where did all the heroes go?

We've had our fill of
This gallery of scoundrels
The leaders of the world
Those power hungry liars

Rise up and sound the sirens
Send out the searching parties
All we need is a few good men

Send the S.O.S. and red alerts
All across the universe
Calling all honest men?

S.O.S. emergency
Sinking fast and getting worse
Where's your honest men?

In some village far away
Or in a little town pub
High on a mountain top
There must be an honest man
Calling all honest men

Throw out the tyrants
The aged fat cats
Outlived their usefulness
They have led us to this mess

Make them answer
Hold them to their promises
And throw them in the street
If they won't tell the truth

S.O.S. and red alert
All across the universe
Calling all honest men
(Calling all honest men)

S.O.S. emergency
Sinking fast and getting worse
Where's your honest men?
(Where's your honest men?)
To your stations
Man the ramparts
The barricades

We need new heroes urgently
We need a few good honest men
Calling all honest men
Calling all honest men

Call to him
He lives next door
Across the street
On the upper floor
It's our only hope we need him now

Send the S.O.S. and red alert
All across the universe
Calling all honest men
(Calling all honest men)

S.O.S. emergency
Sinking fast and getting worse
Where's your honest men
(Where's your honest men?)

Strike a blow, save the ship
We need a few good honest men
Calling all honest men
Calling all honest men

S.O.S. across the universe
Where's your honest
We need your honest
Calling all honest men

Calling out all over the world
(Sending out an S.O.S.)
Where's your honest men
Looking out all over the world
(Sending out to save the world)
We need your honest men

Calling out all over the world
(Sending out an S.O.S.)
Where's your honest men
Looking out all over the world
(Sending out to save the world)
We need your honest men

Honest men, ooh
Calling all honest men
Save the world, ooh
Calling all honest men

Honest men, ooh
Calling all honest men
Save the world, ooh
Calling all honest men

Ooh, calling all honest men
Ooh, calling all honest men

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Still D. R. E. - Lyrics - Dr. Dre 2001 - Dr. Dre

Title: Still D. R. E.
Album: Dr. Dre 2001
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Melvin Bradford, Scott Storch, Andre Young

Lyric:
Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin? with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D R E, '99 Nigga
(Guess who's back?)
Still, still doing that shit, Andre?

Oh for sho', check me out
It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
?Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block

Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga? My last album was ?The Chronic?
(Nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

If you ain't up on thangs

Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats
Still not loving police
(Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
(Fo sho)

Still got love for the streets, repping 213
(Fo life)
Still the beats bang, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
(Still)
Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week

Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke ?til I sleep

Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire ?til you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru

I'm still at it, after-mathematics
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D R E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
(Still)
Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track

I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
Still
(Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back

So if you ain't up on thangs

Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still, got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood

Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbecues every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
(Still)
Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
(Still)
Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
(Still)
Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

Right back up in ya motherfucking ass
'95 plus four pennies
Add that shit up, D R E right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog

No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks
Some of that real sticky icky icky
Ooh wee, put it in the air
Oh, you's a fool D R

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Fuck The World - Lyrics - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Fuck The World
Album: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark

Lyric:
Fuck, fuck this shit, fuck, give it to me

If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
If I only could, I'd set the world on fire

Say, "Fuck the world", fuck the world
If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
Fuck em? all, fuck em? all

Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us
Fuck Tom, fuck Mary, fuck Gus
Fuck Darius, fuck the West Coast
And fuck everybody on the East
Eat shit and die, or fuck off atleast

Fuck pre-schoolers, fuck rulers
Kings and queens and gold jewelers
Fuck wine coolers
Fuck chickens, fuck ducks
Everybody in your crew sucks, dumb muthafucks

Fuck critics, fuck your review
Even if you like me, fuck you
Fuck your mom, fuck your mom's mamma
Fuck the Beastie Boys and the Dali Lama

Fuck the rain forest, fuck a Forrest Gump
You probably like it in the rump, fuck a shoe pump
Fuck the real deal, and fuck all the fakes
Fuck all 52 states, ooh
And fuck you, fuck you

If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
Say, "Fuck the world", fuck the world
If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
Say, "Fuck the world", fuck the world
If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Fuck Oprah, fuck opera, fuck a soap opera
Fuck a pop locker and a cock blocker
Fuck your girlfriend, I probably did her already
Fuck Kyle and his brother Tom Petty, Jumpsteady

My homie fuck 'em, what are ya gonna do
Fuck that bitch, fuck you
Yeah, well, fuck you too
Don't bother to analyze these rhymes
In this song I say fuck 93 times

Fuck the President, fuck your welfare
Fuck your government and fuck Fred Bear
Fuck Nugent, like anybody gives a fuck
You like to hunt a lot, so fuckin' what

Fuck disco, Count a Monte Cristo
Fuck Cisco, and Jack and Jerry Brisco
And fuck everyone that went down
With the Titanic, in a panic
I'm like, fuck you all

If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
Say, "Fuck the world", fuck the world
If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
Say, "Fuck the world", fuck the world
If I only could, I'd set the world on fire
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Fuck Celine Dion and fuck Dionne Warwick
You both make me sick, suck my dick
Fuck the Berlin Wall, both sides of it
And fuck Lyle Lovett, whoever the fuck that is

Fuck everybody in the hemisphere
Fuck them across the world and fuck them right here
You know the guy that operates the Rouge river draw bridge
In Delray on Jefferson? Fuck him

Fuck your idea, fuck your gonorrhea
Fuck your diarrhea, Rocky Miavia
Fuck your wife, your homie did, he's fuckin' you
Fuck the police and the 502

Fuck Spin, Rolling Stone, and fuck Vibe
Fuck everybody inside
Whoever's on the cover, fuck his mother
Fuck your little brother's homie from around the way
And fuck Violent J

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

All Over The World - (Showdown - Early Version) - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: All Over The World - (Showdown - Early Version)
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): J Lynne

Lyric:
Everybody all around the world
Gotta tell you what I just heard
There's gonna be a party all over the world

I got a message on the radio
But where it came from I don't really know
And I heard these voices calling all over the world

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

Everybody walkin' down the street
Everybody movin' to the beat
They're gonna get hot down in the USA
(New York, Detroit, LA)

We're gonna take a trip across the sea
Everybody come along with me
We're gonna hit the night down in Gay Paree

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

London, Hamburg, Paris, Rome
Rio, Hong Kong, Tokyo
LA, New York, Amsterdam
Monte Carlo, Shard End and

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

Everybody all around the world
Gotta tell you what I just heard
Everybody walkin' down the street
I know a place where we all can meet

Everybody gonna have a good time
Everybody will shine till the daylight

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

All over the world, everybody got the word
All over the world, everybody got the word
All over the world, everybody got the word

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

All Over The World - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: All Over The World
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): J Lynne

Lyric:
Everybody all around the world
Gotta tell you what I just heard
There's gonna be a party all over the world

I got a message on the radio
But where it came from I don't really know
And I heard these voices calling all over the world

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

Everybody walkin' down the street
Everybody movin' to the beat
They're gonna get hot down in the USA
(New York, Detroit, LA)

We're gonna take a trip across the sea
Everybody come along with me
We're gonna hit the night down in Gay Paree

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

London, Hamburg, Paris, Rome
Rio, Hong Kong, Tokyo
LA, New York, Amsterdam
Monte Carlo, Shard End and

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

Everybody all around the world
Gotta tell you what I just heard
Everybody walkin' down the street
I know a place where we all can meet

Everybody gonna have a good time
Everybody will shine till the daylight

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

All over the world, everybody got the word
All over the world, everybody got the word
All over the world, everybody got the word

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Blister - Lyrics - Clarity - Jimmy Eat World

Title: Blister
Album: Clarity
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Christopher Adkins, Richard E Burch, Zachary Michael Lind, Thomas Darrell Linton

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Lyric:
Take advantage of these times, you said
You let me down
It hasn't been the first time
As I'm falling in the pit of fire my mind's made up
I'm never coming back here

And how long would it take me
To walk across the United States all alone
The West coast has been traumatized
And I think I'm the only one still alive

Is it just a coincidence to see you
By yourself with no direction
Now it's time to move on and
Don't you know that things aren't getting better

And how long would it take me
To walk across the United States all alone
The West coast has been traumatized
And I think I'm the only one still alive

When the world caves in what you gonna do
When the world caves in what you gonna do for me
When the world caves in what you gonna do
When the world caves in what you gonna do for me

Don't try and stop me
(When the world caves in)
Because I'm falling fast into this pit
(What you gonna do)
Of fire which surrounds us all
(When the world caves in what you gonna do for me)
In a blanket of fear that I've been wrapped in for years
(When the world caves in what you gonna do)
Don't try and stop me, you can't stop me
(When the world caves in what you gonna do for me)

And how long would it take me
To walk across the United States all alone
The West coast has been traumatized
And I think I'm the only one still alive

And how long would it take me
To walk across the United States all alone
The West coast has been traumatized
And I think I'm the only one still alive

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Z - Money Ain'T A Thing - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thing
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, so so Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun, son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one, zero, zero, zero, oh doub'
Damn, near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye, bye with da, da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm 'The Truth' like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real 'til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said, she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light gray
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin' it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

So so Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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Friday, August 13, 2010

This Is The World Calling - Lyrics - Bob Geldof

Title: This Is The World Calling
Artist: Bob Geldof
Composer(s): Bob Geldof, David Allan Stewart

Lyric:
I hear a heart beat
It's ringing out across the Universe
It sounds so lost and lonely
Must come from somewhere deep inside of us

And the operator says
"All is calm and all is quiet
Close your eyes, sleep tonight"

This is the world calling
This is earth
This is the world calling
This is us

I'm on a train now
I'm moving through the yellow fields of rape
There's so much beauty
I wished that I believed enough to pray

Then the operator replied
"Spinning 'round, you're wrapped in blue
There's no one looks as good as you"

This is the world calling
This is us
This is the world calling
This is us

This is the world calling
This is us
And it goes on and on

What we gonna to do because it cannot go on?
So, wrap me, come and get me because it cannot go on?
So, wrap me in your arms and baby keep me warm tonight

What we gonna to do because it cannot go on?
So, wrap me, come and get me because it cannot go on?
So, wrap me in your arms and baby keep me warm tonight

This is the world calling
This is us
This is the world calling
This is us

This is the world calling
This is us
This is the world calling
God help us
And it goes on and on

Where all is calm and all is quiet
Close your eyes, sleep tonight
(This is the world )
All is calm and all is quiet
Close your eyes, sleep tonight
(This is the world calling)

All is calm and all is quiet
[Incomprehensible]
(This is the world calling)

(This is the world calling)
[Incomprehensible] and that is you
There's no one else as good as you
(This is the world calling)
World calling

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Disappear - Lyrics - The Greatest Hits - Inxs

Title: Disappear
Album: The Greatest Hits
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): Jon Farriss, Michael Hutchence

Lyric:
Say I'm cryin', lookin' at what's on TV
Pain and sufferin' and the struggle to be free
It can't ever be denied and I never will ignore
But when I see you comin' I can take it all

You're so fine, lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems, all the fears
And the world seems to disappear

Say you're mine and give yourself
To the feelings that you know
I'm needin' all that you can give me
All the things that you do so well

Words are healin', sweet anticipation
Makin' spells as the shadows close in
And fall across all our yesterdays

You're so fine, lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems, all the fears
And the world seems to disappear

You're so fine, lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems, all the fears
And the world seems to disappear

Disappear, disappear
Disappear, disappear
Disappear, disappear
Disappear, disappear

Say if I could
Look into myself and reason
But I could never never see or
Make sense of the deal

Turn around I'm lookin' at salvation
Make me realize all that I am, baby
You put the light inside this man

You're so fine, lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems, all the fears
And the world seems to disappear

You're so fine, lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems, all the fears
And the world seems to disappear

You're so fine, lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems, all the fears
And the world seems to disappear

You're so fine

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Wrap Around The World - Lyrics - Loco Motive - Cowboy Troy

Title: Wrap Around The World
Album: Loco Motive
Artist: Cowboy Troy
Composer(s): John D Rich, Troy Coleman

Lyric:
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world

To the hicks in Russia, zdrasvootya, kak dila, pazhalsta
Be careful 'cause I'm hot to ya, while I'm rockin' ya
And your mouth is hanging open saying, "Shto eta?"
We've got the cowboy sound all across the seas
Bonjour to the French and the Portuguese
Konnichi wa to the Japanese
I'll even break it down for you in Mandarin Chinese

Yi-ar-san, san-ar-yi, nin hao, wo jiao xiansheng CBT, wo cong meiguo lai
Ji dian liu, wo dong jiankang ra huo che nimen fu yijian yuan jian shi
Cong yirjo so lai, wo dong bian, Beijing, Sichuan, Cian Gang, zai jian
Yi liu ping an!

Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
(Sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world

Guten abent meine damen and herren
Is what you hear in Germany when speakers are blaring
Frankfurt, Berlin, Hamburg, und Koln
Rackin' up minutes callin' home on my cell phone
I can't wait to rock Tokyo, Nihonjin! Domo arigato!
Okinawa, Kyoto, Osaka, sounds like a job for the chief party rocker

I'm a lyrical black belt, so now you know
Some call it Tongue Fu, I call it Tae Kwon Flo!
Laissez les bon ton roulle
As I'm rockin' Paris and the Champs Elysses

Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
(Sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world

Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
(Sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
(C'mon c'mon!)

Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
(Sing along y'all, sing along!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
Hey everybody wrap around the world
Hey everybody wrap around the world

Shake a hand instead of shakin' a fist

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Z - Money Ain'T A Thang - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thang
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So so def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I the chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi till I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and Jay-Z got it locked crazy
Where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double r flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
It's slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match
Cats say I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burnt than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more

I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why 'cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real till y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to jigga, you owed some
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play
So what, you went gold and Rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gonna take a lot more to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that

And personally your raps is where the trouble at
I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game
Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double r flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So, so def, roc-a-fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is rock, rock on
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Money Aint A Thang - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Money Aint A Thang
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, "I'm the shit man"
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on
Rock, rock on
Rock

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Monday, August 23, 2010

As The World Turns - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: As The World Turns
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
(I don't know why this)
Yes man, as the world turns
(World keeps turning round and round)
We all experience things in life
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
Trials and tribulations
(I don't know why this)
That we all must go through
(World keeps turning round and round)
When someone wants to test us
When someone tries our patience
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)

I hang with a bunch of hippies
And wacky tobacco planters
Who swallow lit roaches
And light up like Jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
'Cuz we're dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source, yo
They never should've booted me out of reform school

Deformed fool, takin' the shit, now warn bulls
They threw me out the Ramada Inn
I said it wasn't me, I got a twin
Oh my god it's you! Not again
It all started when my mother took my bike away
'Cuz I murdered my guinea pig
And stuck him in the microwave
After that, it was straight to the 40 ouncers
Slappin' teachers, and jackin' off in front of my counselors

Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman
Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin'
And all the other kids said Eminem's a dishead
He'll never last, the only class he'll pass is Phys Ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed slim fast
(Who me?)
Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big tanny's
And stepped on Jenny Craig

She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig
I felt the evilness and started transformin'
It began storming, I heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming
Grabbed that bitch by her hair, drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, it's too late to tell me stop
While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop

(I don't know why this)
As the world turns
(World keeps turning round and round)
These are the days of our lives
These are the things
That we must go through
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
Day by day

We drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape
From their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
'Cuz we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source
Hypercondriac, hanging out at the laundromat
Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at
Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage

It's almost dark and I'm still tryin' to nail a trailer park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its nice to meet ya
I'd like to treat ya to a Bagel and a slice of pizza
But I'm broke as fuck
And I don't get paid till the first of next month
But if you care to join me, I was bout to roll this next blunt
But I ain't got no weed, no Phillies, or no papers
Plus I'm a rapist and a repeated prison escapist

So gimme all your money and don't try nothin' funny
'Cuz you know your stinkin' ass is too fat to try to outrun me"
I went to grab my gun, thats when her ass put it on me
Wit an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry
I fell through the glass doors, started causin' a scene
Then slid across the floor and flew right into a washin' machine
Jumped up with a broken back
Thank god I was smokin' crack all day

And doped up off coke and smack
All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse
Now I wanna kill her but so I gotta catch her first
Ran threw alleys, parkin' lots, and took a shortcut
Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up
Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut
Looked around the room thats when I seen the bedroom door shut
I know you're in there bitch! I got my gun cocked

You might as well come out now
She said "Come in, its unlocked!"
I walked in and all I smelled was Liz Claiborne
And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin' gay porn
She said "Come her big boy, lets get acquainted"
I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it
She came at me at full speed, nothin' could stop her
I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her

I started to beg, "No, please let go"
But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll
With one leg left, now I'm hoppin' around crippled
I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple
Just trying to buy me some time, then I remembered this magic trick
Den den den den den den, go go gadget dick
Whipped that shit out, and ain't no doubt about it
It hit the ground and caused an earthquake and power outage
I shouted "Now bitch, lets see who gets the best!"
Stuffed that shit in crooked and fucked that fat slut to death

{Come here bitch
Come here
Take this motherfuckin' dick
Bitch, come here}

(I don't know why this)
And as we go along
Throughout the days of our lives
(World keeps turning round and round)
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
We all face small obstacles
(I don't know why this)
And challenges everyday
That we must go through
(World keeps turning round and round)

These are the things that surround us
Through our atmosphere
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
Every day
(I don't know why this)
Every single day the world keeps turning
Keeps turning
Keeps turning
(World keeps turning round and round)
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Came Back For You - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Came Back For You
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Jimmy L. Webb, Kimberly Jones, Kanye West, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I am the one and only Queen Bee
After me there will be none
But you could call me Miss White
Most people know me as Lil' Kim
The head of the La Bella Mafia
Oh, shout out to my girl Victoria Gotti
And the whole Gotti family stay up

This time around I ain't takin' no shit
This time around I never get bit
This time around I switched up my flow
Got rid of the pits and put rots by the do'
This time around it ain't like befo'
This time around I'm gon' crack ya jo'
The feds is watchin' me so I can't do much
Speak the wrong words bitch and you will get touched

I'm back on the scene my favorite color is green
I'm buildin' a empire, got a whole new team
Pimp game is strong, raps is just harder than
They ever been, you can never win
Made my way through Hollywood, fashion world adores me
Music's my first love, but nine to five bores me
Love me or hate me Lil' Kim come through
My fans across the world I came back for you

I came back for you
All incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases
I came back for you
All my fans across the world holla at your girl
I came back for you
Everybody's waitin' on me all these hoes hatin' on me
I came back for you
The mink rockin' Benz coppin' keep the bottles poppin'

It's the real hip hop mami check the facts
I'm sick of all you acts with your bubble gum raps
Like the sand in the hour glass you out of your time
Tried to go against the queen is you out of your mind?
Even be at number two, your chances is slim
'Cause when God made Adam, he should've made Kim
I gave a few passes but I never forget
It's enough, I got to put up with this Doo Doo Brown chick

Now you and you wanna come at me from all sides
I'm gettin' money, don't think I just be lettin' shit slide
I'm very concerned with fashion ain't my fault y'all don't know how ta
Rock this Hollywood thang y'all need to let me style ya
Come back, to the light ma, I started the shit
How soon we forget I'm the heart of the shit
So keep your tacky ways and go back to your stripper days
As long as I'm around, you gon' bow down

I came back for you
All incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases
I came back for you
All my fans across the world holla at your girl
I came back for you
Everybody's waitin' on me all these hoes hatin' on me
I came back for you
The mink rockin' Benz coppin' keep the bottles poppin'

This time around either your in or your out
This time around you better watch your mouth
This time around you gon' hang or bang
This time around you better do your thang
'Cause I'm the best that ever done it, the best that lived it
I ain't no overnight success goddamn it I was born with it
The Prada mama, the Dolce 'n' Gabbana drippin'
The Blue Hypnotic Martini Mimosa sippin'

Y'all better team or get it together
Or you, you and her, can get it whenever
Huh, I got a army y'all can't harm me
If the shoe was on the other foot you probably try to starve me
Don't get your life token I know I got you shooken
This Bed Stuff fly girl came back for Brooklyn

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Miracles - Lyrics - Earth Wind &Amp; Fire

Title: Miracles
Artist: Earth Wind &Amp; Fire
Composer(s): Jon Lind, Maurice White, Eddie Del Barrio, Mary D'Astugues

Lyric:
Let?s put the day aside
Let peaceful thoughts arise
May your dreams be sweet tonight
With kisses on your cheek
And wings upon your feet
Oh, chase the moon across the sky, close your eyes

Say goodnight to the sky
And the fun, day is done
Say goodnight, sail away little one
I know Heaven can feel
You?re not far away
Tomorrow brings another day

One more thing to say
Before you dream away
Let it be reality
For all not just for some

Miracles can show the world
A story filled with light
All the world is waiting for a miracle that?s visible
But you can see it all through children?s eyes

My heart speaks out to say
Before I go away
Oh, bless the child asleep tonight
Let the people see
The children hold the key
The earth will turn, the sun will rise in their eyes

Visualize a perfect place
Perfect space in your mind
Visualize rainbows end, in golden skies
I know Heaven can feel, you?re not far away
Let it be reality
For all not just for some

Miracles can show the world
A story filled with light
All the world is waiting for a miracle that?s visible
But you can see it all through children?s eyes

Sing a song, a children?s song
And carry on the light
All the world is waiting for a miracle that?s visible
But you can see it all through children?s eyes

Hear the song, the children?s song
Tomorrow?s golden light
All the world is waiting for a miracle that?s visible
But you can see it all through children?s eyes

Miracles can show the world
A story filled with light
All the world is waiting for a miracle that?s visible
But you can see it all through children?s eyes

Sing a song, a children?s song
And carry on the light
All the world is waiting for a miracle that?s visible
But you can see it all through children?s eyes

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

We Get Around - Lyrics - Freeway

Title: We Get Around
Artist: Freeway
Composer(s): Leslie Pridgen, Calvin Broadus, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Let's get this on, let's get this on

We can get this pimpin'
Roll the dice
We can get this mackin'

From P H I L L Y
All the way to L B C, that be me
The boy F R double the E play with mouths
I will dot your I's, blaze your T's

No, no, I'm not related to R
I don't play with kids, I check ID's
If a chick under the age under the wig
Then she don't get none of the kid makin' her bleed

I'm gone with the breeze, out with the wind
In Miami, tryin' to win two mamis out in the beach
They say I'm frontin' my Spanish, I think you prob'ly
A mulato, papi culo, I spotted you from the beach

She eat I like a melon
Tryin' to ride to my telly, chicks move when the playa speak
Them freaks tryin' to meet the Roc
An' those chicks wasn't shocked when I said

You can get this pimpin', baby, you can get this mackin'
All around the world we do it big, you know what's happenin'
Like the way you work it, baby, so sexy
It's all good, gimme *** on your knees

Can I hit that ***, baby? Yo, you know what's happenin'
Big F R double E, I keep it crackin'
All across the wizzorld, we doin' trizzars
With my *** Dizzogg

I've been all around the wizzorld, I met a lot of gizzurls
Shaniqua, Kanika, Pizzearl, Shizzirl
Look, I can go on an' on
'Cause my game is strong, word is bond

Leave me a zone, no, leave me alone
See, I'm up in the clizzub, bangin' the pizzubs
Tryin' to get some skizzirts 'cause you know how I dizzoes
I'm real this this crippin' 'cause it's all in my blizzood

A lot of suckas wanna get us but can't *** with us
'Cause we some real heavy hitters
'Nuff of that, cuff your ass, stuff your sack an' bounce
Roc-A-Fella's in the *** Dogghouse

So you know, blow for blow, toe for toe
Chauffeur dough, matter of fact we can go
An' I bet you, I beat you
'Cause I keep a bundle of 'em that'll greet you
See you, then freak you

You can get this pimpin', baby, you can get this mackin'
All around the world we do it big, you know what's happenin'
Like the way you work it, baby, so sexy
It's all good, gimme *** on your knees

Can I hit that ***, baby? Yeah, you know what's happenin'
Big Snoopy D O double G, you know I keep it crackin'
All up in your hizzoes, do it the G way
With my ***, Freeway

After the show, take them chickens to my room
Makin' the moves, smellin' the fumes, sparkin' the
She gotta roll after I'm done hittin' her off
Man, I smash with my kicks off, live on the road

I get around, Free stay round the coochie
I come around an' round, up all the groupies
Me an' Snoopy swerve in a Coupe DeVille
Pick up a couple chicks an' we get the dough

Watch, I show y'all chumps how to work the skills
Man, the heat go
Then I reload
Through your people's peepholes, then I gotta roll

From around, free stay round the hood strapped
Come around an' round up all the hood rats
In your town, P wish he could that
Roll up a couple words, tell 'em
Tell the hood that I get around

You can get this pimpin', baby, you can get this mackin'
All around the world we do it big, you know what's happenin'
Like the way you work it, baby, so sexy
It's all good, gimme *** on your knees

Can I hit that ***, baby? Yo, you know what's happenin'
Big F R double E, I keep it crackin'
All across the wizzorld, we doin' trizzars
With my *** Dizzogg

Can I hit that ***, baby? Yeah, you know what's happenin'
Big Snoopy D O double G, you know I keep it crackin'
All up in your hizzoes, do it the G way
With my ***, Freeway

Pimpin', mackin', stackin'
International, roll the dice

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Friday, August 13, 2010

King - Lyrics - Hell On Wheels (Live) - Manowar

Title: King
Album: Hell On Wheels (Live)
Artist: Manowar
Composer(s): Joseph De Maio

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Lyric:
Now is the time to reach for the sky
Gather the wind and hear the voice to fly
To know why they sing about heroes and kings
Who were brave and not afraid to die

Look and you'll see that a new day will bring
The will to go on and fight through endless suffering
For all who believe, wait a crown, a ring
The power of the man who would be king
The power of the man who would be king

Into the fight of hopes and dreams
The master of the wind knows nothings what it seems
The melting of the soul, the wish of those who scheme
The taking of the will by destroyers of the dream

They live to spread the fear of the wrong of right of self
They want us all to live like books upon a shelf
But we know we have the power to fight and make a stand
Strike when we are challenged all across the land to be king

Fight for the crown, fight for the ring
We're fighting the world, we fight for the king

Time to face the world, let brothers never fight
Forever forge ahead and keep the dream in sight
For those who never try, they are sure to fail
The heart's a righteous wind that comes to fill the sail

For the glory of the king we fight to stay alive
By the power of the will, the spirit to survive to be king

Fight for the crown, fight for the ring
We're fighting the world, we fight for the king

All of the dreams held deep inside, have a meaning to the soul
Freedom to bring a thought to the wing is waiting to unfold
For the crown and the ring
Power of the men who would be king

Fight for the crown, fight for the ring
We're fighting the world, we fight for the king

For the glory of the king, we fight to stay alive
By the power of the will, the spirit to survive
Across the gates of heaven, beyond the gates of hell
We fought to stay together
We have won and lived to tell who would be king

Fight for the crown, fight for the ring
We're fighting the world, we fight for the king
To be king
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