All Systems Red - Lyrics - Calexico

Title: All Systems Red
Artist: Calexico
Composer(s): John Convertino, Joey Burns, John Foster

Lyric:
Felt a tremor stir beneath my breath
That forecasts storms on the Gallup poll
Woke up from the nightmare news
And hoping to read a sign in the morning air

Nothing changes here and nothing improves
All say my friends who just want out
And leave these troubles behind
Scatter like paper in the eye of the storm
Documented with a silence note
It's only heard from far, far away

More cards in play, following suit
Everywhere you look, you only see red
Wonder when to call off the race
Watching a horse running down its last legs

Just when you think it couldn't get much worse
Watch the numbers rise on the death toll
And the chimes of freedom flash and fade
Only heard from far, far away

I hear you can't trust in your own
Now the grey is broken in the early morn
And the words forming barely have a voice
It's just your heart that's breaking without choice

Everything you heard is distorted in your head
Bouncing off the walls, unraveling the thread
Staying up with the blue screen glow
Forgetting everything you ever dreamed years ago

When the dread is flowing down my veins
I want to tear it all down and build it up again
Hear your heart that's breaking without choice
I want to hear those chimes ring again
Ring again

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The Walk - Lyrics - Speak For Yourself - Imogen Heap

Title: The Walk
Album: Speak For Yourself
Artist: Imogen Heap
Composer(s): Imogen Jennifer Heap

Lyric:
Inside-out, upside-down, twisting beside myself
Stop that now 'cause you and I were never meant to meet
I think you'd better leave, it's not safe in here
I feel a weakness coming on

Alright then, alright then, I could keep your number for a rainy day
That's where this ends, no mistakes, no misbehaving
I was doing so well, could we just be friends?
I feel a weakness coming on

It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all
I don't want to feel like this, yeah
Was not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all
I don't want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault

Inside-out, upside-down, twisting beside myself
Stop that now, you're as close as it gets without touching me
Oh now, don't make it harder than it already is
And I feel a weakness coming on

It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all
I don't want to feel like this, yeah
Was not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all
I don't want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault

Big trouble losing control
Primary resistance at a critical low
On the, on the double gotta get a hold
Point of no return, one second to go

No response on any level, red alert, this vessel's under siege
Total overload, all systems down, they've got control
There's no way out, we are surrounded
Give in, give in and relish every minute of it

Freeze, awake here forever
I feel a weakness coming on

It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all
I don't want to feel like this, yeah
Was not meant to be like this, it's just what I don't need
I don't want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault

Feel like this, it?s all your fault
Feel like this, it?s all your fault
Feel like this, it?s all your fault
Feel like this, it?s all your fault

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We Made It - Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

Title: We Made It
Album: Supreme Clientele
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): C Broady, Superb Dennis Coles, Earl Randle

Lyric:
Tony Starks fights again for survival
And by just a thin thread of electric current
Wins another victory

Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all
(Bounce wit us)
Hip-Hop
(What? Celebrities, what?)
(Street corner)
For all my niggas

Crack spot niggas we made it
Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches
Yo, you know what y'all

Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me
Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, never know, get him off me

I remember days when we just fucked bitches
Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave
Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes
And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash

I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all
Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all
But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out
You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out

I remember on the Island, can't tone out
The mess hall crawler, about to zone out
Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out
We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out

See, see, see me
I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and
make the post and from pagin, sin astasian
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'

Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes
Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those
Jury stay froze, court cases get closed
Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them

Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em
The headline read, Starks had the weapon on 'em
The best, what y'all expect? He a vet
Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul
When we dealin' with Supreme Clientele

From Riker's Island to the Camay Island
We thugs like, life is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize your talent
And if you live the streets, you better stay silent

From Riker's Island to the Camay Island
We thugs like, life is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize your talent
And if you live the streets, you better stay silent

Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupies
Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry
Fainted when the book mentioned me

Keep ballin', new systems, high sciences
Drop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlin
Angelica, Judey Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century
Best sellers, but niggas stay together

Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz
Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens
You program, broke bottles of Dom
Seven inch bangles, back breakers

I'm a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strength
Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes
Dennis Coles in the latest fashions
Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles
Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble

Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earhole
Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero
Shatter your soul like glass windows
Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe

Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models
We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles
Livin' life without you, can't count you as great men
Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in

The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in
You ain't gotta tuck you chain in
'Cuz here we want the head of Satan
Durags and our pants hangin, we made it again

Uh-huh, uh-huh that's right y'all street corners Jail niggas
Riker's Island Ge-Grey Haven big Un that's right y'all
Word up all y'all, all y'all crumbs we made it, nigga
Step the fuck off true indeed, true indeed

Yeah, Ready Red that's right, my nigga Born
That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds
That's right, you'll be home nigga
Yeah, we made it yeah, C Allah, word up

That's fam yeah, check it out
Staten Island true indeed
Five boroughs check it, uh-huh

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These Are Our Heroes - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: These Are Our Heroes
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Anthony Best, Davel Mckenzie, E Hudson, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
This ain't for everybody
Y'all know who y'all are
Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are
These are our heroes

Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy?
The Red Fox's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
'Cause they said they played they parts well

Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
The acceptable Negro, hell nah but they say, "These are our heroes"

Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
But there's somethin' they don't say
Keep gettin' accused for abusin' white pussy
From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
First he played his life cool just like Michael

Now he rock ice too just like I do
Yo, you can't do better than that?
The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?
Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back
Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
You turn around then you shit on Shaq

Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
But you let them use you as an example
They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full

Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy?
The Red Fox's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
'Cause they said they played they parts well

Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
The acceptable Negro, hell nah but they say, "These are our heroes"

You Homey The Clown, bow tie, apple pie, Bo Jangles
But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface
You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe

Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it
Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
Sellin' they peoples out some real folks with clout

Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them
Nicky Giovanni poetical black female
Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
Fela to Miriam Makeba

The mirror says you are the next American leader
So don't be, acceptin' new 'We are the World' records
These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records
'Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC
But next year, who knows what we'll see?
Ha-Ha, these are our heroes

Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy?
The Red Fox's? Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
'Cause they said they played they parts well

Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
The acceptable Negro, hell nah but they say, "These are our heroes"

Yeah, I wanna give a special shout out to the y'know
The crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard
Big up to Tiger Woods, yeah, ya don't stop
Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr. y'know, yeah, y'know
Tay Diggs what up my nigga? Yeah, ha ha
And you don't quit and ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit

Yeah yeah, what you doin' for the hood though homie?
What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at all that paper
Drivin' around like a playboy in my hood
What type of shit is that? I'm outta here

Please, excuse me, excuse me, please let me get to my limousine
I'm outta here, I know, I got a plane to catch
And I love you back, ha ha, yeah yeah
And I'm outta here, a-ha ha, peace

Come on nigga, give back to the hood
Cocky motherfucker

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Rockets On The Battlefield - Lyrics - Black Elvis / Lost In Space - Kool Keith

Title: Rockets On The Battlefield
Album: Black Elvis / Lost In Space
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Raising levels Jim
Flight seven oh four three two one, red four
Green expanding to one
Moving levers up at seven decimal eight

Moving two point liters down
All systems go, red lights are off
Greens are showing
Coming through

Levels shifting get swift on analog sounds, pounds of rocket tars
Microchips incredible antibiotic medicine, better than octo
Although created by the master genius
You seen this when I take your mind out to Venus

With the formats on dat tape you can't remake or duplicate
Hesitate for a minute on deck like brenlee stinnit
Pittsburgh pirate, admire it, you cant hire it
Job applications for rappers with weak shows

Weak flows, by most inherited weakness
You can't stop my uniqueness
Complication altitudes built in compartments
Digital gizmo made by continental Lincoln keepin' you thinkin'

Better made than Europeans robot John H. Thomas
Model seven decimal put out by jaguar
Without the automatic chemical release
Emergency vomit regurgitates any system

Regular or even more antique products, put out by top, companies
Mca warner brothers loud the Polygram enterprise
Virgin masters get melted, you felt it
Through my radiation, foes move on buses
Planes leave the train station, evacuate quick

Mechanical legs, mechanical legs

Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven
Now, meow, blah
Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven
Goin' wild with our sound now

Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven
Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven

Release date m6, photographs on Columbia ruff house description green
With blue ears sky blue shirt that work by remote controls
Burn up billboard charts, deactivating 1975 music, old soul
Will never go gold, while records warp

Insulting your duplicating of a sample
You will become an example, uncreative peasants
By the lessons of the untalented ones
Signed by your most stupidest A and R

Well see how far representation information
Documents while I stand like monuments
Stun your area like a airborne carrier
United parcel deliver parts for a start
Cold blooded with a mechanical heart, standin' like the tinman

Aluminum kneecaps release raps like Rayguns, destroyin' territories
Toys, pterodactyl dinosaurs get bombed in space wars
Layin' on galactic floors, amputated, disconnected collections
In more than, fifty seconds, wherehouse with skulls

Land amphibians, welfare recipients
With beautiful women from the carribean
The ships need repair

Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven
Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven

Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven
Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven

Not compared to no rappin' high flight, member of the A S S R
Immigrants stand in factories, endorsements, six MC's
You seen what the source meant
Cover stories from the government left you standin'

Holdin' the mic with one hand and
Handicapped with damage you can't manage style nine-nine
2000 BC the sneakers in spascious me in 3-D
Wireless radius, mcs outdated, completion deleted

Japan newspapers in Australia, did you read it?
Over and out, movin' with swift Celsius, I melted him down
Jet movin' up, level seven seven six oh
With Darth Vader and 3P0 R2-D2, me too, comin' to see you

Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven
Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven

Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven
Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven

Rockets on the battlefield
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven
Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven

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Wrong Side Of Da Tracks - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: Wrong Side Of Da Tracks
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Henry Anadon, Rahem Ross Brown, Todd Ray, William E Williams

Lyric:
I'm out to bomb like Vietnam, under the same name Tame One
The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum
I tags up quick and then I steps to the exit
When it's time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit

Some wack crook stole my black book, I know who took it
I know his whole tag because the fag writes his name crooked
The ink I use might stink but you gotta think
I got my props Hoppes, 'cause my tags don't shrink

I'm taggin' and baggin' bitches 'cause my name is famous in the street
'Cause they know my name's from cruising in the Jeeps
So yo, grab a can and put your man up and stand up
For the fresh never stale niggaz off the third rail

Deep dark and black like the Magnum I pack
It's that Artifacts chat from the wrong side of da tracks

The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side
The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side

I load my backpack with spray paint Girbaud, couldn't spark the
Tagging up a train, I catch the pound take a trip
To the train yards and think back, when I used to write that
Shit that used to hit had all the mad color tips

Breakin' was my thing, I used to spin the back
I never thought I'd spin the wax with tracks to make your hands clap
I could've went the other way but no haps
I got my dap on the map with the Bic down to a spray cap

Niggaz used to doubt to my clout but now I turn 'em out
They shout my shout out uptown like they wanna be down
Avoid the crowds that wanna stab me in the back enough of that
Watch the third rail track, 'cause I don't wanna get zapped

Pieces I burn to show my name no shame
Don't wanna put the blame down on my nigga Tame
Brothers don't wanna see me grow to get my cash flow
I have no remorse, so check me out in The Source

The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side
The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side

The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side
The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side

I burn my name up quick like a Thai stick
As red as my eyes get, I still rocks the fly shit
Back with some ultra flat black catchin' wreck in a sec
Wet paint, ain't shit, when I'm on the set

I'm live like the third rail, on time like a fast train
The name Tame alone got fame so fuck a last name
I tags mad when I drag a fat sack of ism
Comin' out with New Editions like Mike Bivins

I get a sticker from my nigga with the bag of 'em
Write my name on 'em then I peel off the back of 'em
And stick 'em to victims of underground systems
Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss 'em

In conclusion don't snooze when two niggaz from the Jerz
Kick the mad graffiti slurs and kick the bass to the curb
The Artifacts Jack, bringin' the art of facts back
Some seem to forget about the ebony that caught wreck

So remember this, you're tender when you slip in to enter
The Artifacts zone 'cause graffiti's still growin'
To kick ass pizazz slash let me tag
Why is that black? Because the wack jack was known as a fag

So don't cross the path that's the gat to your back
The Artifacts out, wrong side of da tracks

The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side
The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side

The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side
The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side

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