Ambush - Lyrics - Passionworks - Heart

Title: Ambush
Album: Passionworks
Artist: Heart
Composer(s): Ann Wilson, Sue Ennis

Lyric:
You're distant honey, you're Mr. Cool
You lock up your feelings, nobody's fool
You're facing the world
With your fist clenched tight
Tough guy, tough guy facing the fight

Don't forget to remember
She's coming up in back
Even you surrender
Surrender to her sweet attack

Ambush, ambush, come from behind
Ambush, ambush, capture your mind
Ambush, ambush, I'm in disguise
Ambush, ambush, take you by surprise

When you don't expect it
That's when she appear
Whisper your fancy, licking your ear
She put her arms around you an' give a little squeeze
One little taste will bring you to your knees

The way she touch, is almost too much
When she lay
Lay that claim, lay that claim
You beg, begging her name

Ambush, ambush, come from behind
Ambush, ambush, capture your mind
Ambush, ambush, I'm in disguise
Ambush, ambush, take you by surprise

I'm telling you right up front now
You're the prisoner
She do what she want oh

Ambush, ambush, come from behind
Ambush, ambush, capture your mind
Ambush, ambush, I'm in disguise
Ambush, ambush, take you by surprise

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Barracuda - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Heart

Title: Barracuda
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Heart
Composer(s): Anne Wilson, Nancy Wilson, Roger Fisher, Michael Derosier

Lyric:
So this ain't the end, I saw you again today
I had to turn my heart away
Smile like the sun, kisses for everyone
And tales it never fails

You lying so low in the weeds
I bet you gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees, now wouldn't you?
Barracuda! Ohh

Back over time we were all trying for free
You met the porpoise and me, aha
No right no wrong selling a song
A name whisper game

And if the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick
Ooh, Barracuda! Oh yeah

"Sell me sell you," the porpoise said
Dive down deep down save my head, you
I think that you got the blues too
All that night and all the next
Swam without looking back
Made out for western pools, silly, silly fools

The real thing don't do the trick, no
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick
Oh, Barra Barracuda! Yeah

Ooh!

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Violence - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Violence
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): D. Warren, Greg Green, Seon Thomas, P Corely Iii, Laron James

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Lyric:
Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now
Do it, yeah, yeah, it's goin' down
DipSet, bitch, Juelz Santana, ay

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids music

Nope, this is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

The champ is back
(Yup)
This is my anthem track
(Yup)
This wasn't made for to dance
Or for your hands to clap

This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker
(Ay)
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker
(Ay)

They hand you the snub dismantle your mug
A headshot have you looking like you shampoo with blood
The vandalous thugs, the scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up

This ain't no damn push music, or no hammish music
This ain't party time, it's army time ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied
Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music

This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin' 'cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music

Nope, this is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

Let's get ready to rumble
(Yup)
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all
(Yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off
(Ay)

Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down
I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude old school snatches at taxes night

Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, X up, Coke, please
Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it
No reason at all this music is that stupid
(Ay)

It's the code of silence
(No, it's)
Spoken silence
Right now I am promoting violence
(Ay)

Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing?
(Ay)
When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine
(Ay)
And y'all hope we stop it
Y'all told me stop it
Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence
(Ay)

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music

Nope, this is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

This the shit that the gangstas love
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of slugs
We gotta vacate the club
(Music)

That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your glock and let it pop
Just like Bacon does
(Music)

We the few left that does what we do best
This here, get clear illegal in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit

This that act correct 'cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek

The O.G. killer is back
So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
(Here)
Here's a hammer nigga

(Here)
Go hurt a nigga
(Here)
Go jam a nigga
(Here)
Go murk a nigga

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music

Nope, this is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music

Nope, this is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

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Monolith - Lyrics - 15 Year Killing Spree - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Monolith
Album: 15 Year Killing Spree
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Paul Mazurkiewicz, Alex Webster

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible] decay of life
Ruthless, dead monolith
Human race will be devoured
Cannibals

Ghoulish, undead vanguard
Silent killers striking quickly
Blood lust, for the living
Eat their flesh drink their blood

Callous, in their method
Murderers, murderers
Horrific infiltration
Monolith of undead

Slay the living
Is only object for this
Bestial rotting horde
Slaughtering the helpless
Slaughter all that lives

Driven by an evil force
To feed on humankind
Exterminate resistance
Exterminate them all
Cunning and yet mindless
Stealthfully they kill

Army of decay plodding
Toward the breathing ones
Countless decomposing
Corpses walk upon the earth
Outnumbering the living
Soon they'll be extinct

Zombie, seek life
Mindless killing all in sight
Addicted to entrails
They crave warm flesh

Hunting, dead seek
Ruthless feeding on the weak
Savagery prevails
Tear them to shreds

Fighting, undead
Flesh wounds bleeding black not red
Invincible undead force
There is no hope

Zombies, devour
Quicken mankind's final hour
Fate will run its course
There is no hope

Walking dead surround
Search for living flesh
Ambush on the town
Takes a shocking toll
Screams of living fade as
The dead destroy their lives, they die

Hollowed bodies heap
Empty carcasses
Innards are devoured by the mob of ghouls
Remaining living flee the horde

Ghoulish, undead vanguard
Silent killers, striking quickly
Blood lust for the living
Drink their fresh blood

Callous, in their method
Murderers, murderers
Horrific infiltration, monolith

[Incomprehensible]
Caused by this monolith
Human race was sacrificed
Their future does not exist

Armies of undead
Slaying the living
Bestial rotting horde
Monolith of death
Cannibals

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Public Enemy No. 1 - Lyrics - Public Enemy

Title: Public Enemy No. 1
Artist: Public Enemy
Composer(s): James Boxley, Carlton Ridenhour

Lyric:
Yo, Chuck, bust a move, man
I was on my way up here to the studio
Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a Public Enemy, man

Now remember that line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A. [Incomprehensible]
While we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them know what goes on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the board
Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

Cold rock rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my photo

Run in their room and hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you want to battle
It's like havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I break all laws

Written while sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry sayer

I'm the rhyme player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start your prayer
This word to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied

You just got caught a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football teams their water
You messed with the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker duck MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun bein' on the run
Because they got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, don't you know?
I got a posse of a force to back me up
Watch out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so you're okay?
Wanna hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit sound
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom
To make all the ladies swoon
But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
Because I'm Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, lyrical son
I'm Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em know
Who's who in the world of beat

You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the ladies
An' in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the story goes
That's just the way the story goes

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Bullets From Hell - Lyrics - Destruction

Title: Bullets From Hell
Artist: Destruction
Composer(s): Michael Sifringer, Marcel Schirmer

Lyric:
Hate is all I feel
Disgust is disease no one can heal
Frustration, no big deal
This suckin' life can't be fuckin' real

Salvation of our sanity
Is what they preach to the silly humanity?
But greed and ignorance
Knocks down the level of my tolerance

I don't give a fuck if they endorse political crime
The crap they preach is just like a bad rhyme
Don't trust the one with the smile on the face
Or you'll disappear without a trace

Suffer from this curse, a verdict of my hate
You won't forget this verse, you can't change our fate
You won't forget this words, no one can tell
Deep from my heart I shoot bullets from hell

Bullets
Bullets from hell
Bullets
Bullets from hell
Bullets from hell

An ambush, I'm born to scream it out
I ain't no preacher, there's no fuckin' doubt
Listen to these desperate words
Understand, I hit where it hurts

I don't give a fuck if they endorse political crime
The crap they preach is just like a bad rhyme
Don't trust the one with the smile on the face
Or you'll disappear without a trace

Suffer from this curse, a verdict of my hate
You won't forget this verse, you can't change our fate
You won't forget this words, no one can tell
Deep from my heart I shoot bullets from hell

Bullets
Bullets from hell
Bullets
Bullets from hell
Bullets from hell

See the nightmares I bring
Feel the unholy sting
Smell the fragrance of decay
Hear my screams they will stay

See the nightmares I bring
Feel the unholy sting
Smell the fragrance of decay
Hear my screams they will stay

Bullets
Bullets from hell
Bullets
Bullets from hell

Bullets
Bullets from hell
Bullets
Bullets from hell

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Cowboy Dreams - Lyrics - Jimmy Nail

Title: Cowboy Dreams
Artist: Jimmy Nail
Composer(s): Paddy Mcaloon

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Lyric:
Love's a silver bullet that blows your world apart
I wanna be remembered as an outlaw, honey
The boy who stole your heart

I wanna be the guy who wears the white hat
And rides across the plain
Gonna be your enigmatic stranger
Honey, you're looking at your Shane

Cowboy dreams, cowboy dreams
You give me cowboy dreams
Cowboy dreams, cowboy dreams
You give me cowboy dreams

If ever you're in trouble, if ever you are down
I'm gonna be the hanging judge and sheriff
Gonna ride your troubles out of town

You're looking at a mountain
You're looking at the law
You're looking at a six gun legend
Fastest on the draw

Cowboy dreams, cowboy dreams
You give me cowboy dreams
Cowboy dreams, cowboy dreams
You give me cowboy dreams

I can make you happy, it's easier than it seems
I'm gonna ambush you at sundown
Gonna give you cowboys dreams
I'm gonna give you cowboy dreams

Love's a silver bullet that blows your world apart
I wanna have it written on my tombstone
Here lies the boy who stole your heart

Cowboy dreams
You give me cowboy dreams
Cowboy dreams

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Barracuda - Lyrics - Fergie

Title: Barracuda
Artist: Fergie
Composer(s): Anne Wilson, Nancy Wilson, Roger Fisher, Michael Derosier

Lyric:
So this ain't the end, I saw you again today
I had to turn my heart away
Smiled like the sun, kisses for him
And tales, it never fails

You lying so low in the weeds
And I bet you gonna ambush me
You had me down, down, down, down on my knees
Now, wouldn't you, Barracuda?
Oh, ooh, oh

Oh, back over time, we were all trying for free
And met the porpoise in me, ah
No right, no wrong, selling a song, a name
Whisper game

And if the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn into the wick
Ooh, Barracuda

"Sell me, sell you", the porpoise said
Dive down, deep down and save my head
You, I think you got the blues too

All that night and all the next
Swam without looking back
Made for the western pools, silly, silly fools

Now if the real thing don't do the trick
Now you better make up something quick
You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn into the wick
Ooh, oh, Barra, Barracuda

Send it to me, send it to me, send it to me
Send it to me, send it to me, oh
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, now

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Oh Jerusalem - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged 2.0 - Lauryn Hill

Title: Oh Jerusalem
Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lyric:
Oh, Jerusalem yeah
Oh, Jerusalem
Oh, Jerusalem
Oh, Jerusalem

Realizing that there's no place else to go
And there's nobody I know who can help me
Text book solutions are so improbable
'Cuz everybody else is just as empty

Naked as the day that I was born, I tried to hide
Behind education and philosophy
Hopeless explanation to describe a situation
I can't see because the world's on top of me

Oh, wretched man that I am, who will deliver me
From the body of this death?
Freeing me from dust, and the superficial trust
Of an enemy that seeks to take my breath

Failing to connect, 'cuz I'm morally defective
By reason of the God inside my head
Causing me to see, only what pertains to me
Believing I'm alive when I'm still dead

Limited to Earth, unable to find out my worth
'Cuz I can't see past my own vanity
If I'm not included, then I just have to remove it
From my mind because it has to be insanity

Oh, wretched man that I am, who will deliver me
From the body of this death?
Can I even factor, that I've only been an actor
In this staged interpretation of this day

Focused on the shadow
With my back turned to the light
Too intelligent to see it's me in the way
What a paradox, having God trapped in a box

All this time professing to be spiritual
Naturally pretending
That I'm actually defending
God through my facade, only material

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thine heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, keeping thee from perfection

Submit to truth, leave the deception of thy youth
So we can walk in the council of authority
Forget the proof, a generation so aloof
Only follow in the steps of the majority

Trust in the Lord, with all thy heart
And lay not to thine own understanding in all thy ways
Acknowledge Him, and He shall direct our paths
Be not wise in thine own eyes that you can?t follow Him

We judge and condemn, just as ignorant as them
Who religion tells us that we should ignore
Perpetrating we're in covenant with Him
Exposed by the very things that we adore

We grin and shake hands, then lay ambush for the man
Who has a different point of view than us
Infuriated 'cuz he doesn't understand
Bringing up those things we don't want to discuss

Wise who do evil, we don't know how to do good
Walking on in darkness running from the light, ey
Led to believe, because we live in neighborhoods
Telling us what's going on will be alright

Oh, so repressed, so convinced that I was blessed
When I played with my game of Monopoly
Oh, to suggest, that my life is still a mess
Who reveal the pride I'm hiding is what's stopping me

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, keeping them from perfection

Abide in me and I in You, as the branch cannot bare
Fruit of itself except in the vine
I am the vine, ye are the branches, He that live in me
And I in him, the same bring forth much fruit

But without me, you can do nothing
Oh, Jerusalem, your traditions have deceived you
I've chosen you, you haven't chosen me
And whatsoever, you ask in my name He may give to you

But in vain they call my name, teaching doctrines just the same
Justified among themselves
But God knoweth the heart, what man esteems as smart
Is an abomination to Emmanuel

Just repent, turn from selfish motivation
So iniquity will not cause your demise
Make you a new heart and a new spirit for why would He die
Oh Jerusalem, please tell me why

I have no pleasure in the death of Him to die
Says the Lord God where forth turn yourselves and live
It's not the talkers, but the walkers in His word
Are the only ones the Father will forgive

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, providing you no protection
Oh, Jerusalem, oh, Jerusalem

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Barracuda (A Cover Of The Heart Song) - Lyrics - Doro Pesch

Title: Barracuda (A Cover Of The Heart Song)
Artist: Doro Pesch
Composer(s): Michael Derosier, Roger Fisher, Anne Wilson, Nancy Wilson

Lyric:
So this ain't the end, I saw you again today
Had to turn my heart away
You smiled like the sun, kisses for everyone
And tales, it never fails

You lying so low in the weeds
Bet you gonna ambush me
You'd have me down on my knees
Wouldn't you, Barracuda?

Back over time when we were all trying for free
Met up with porpoise and me
No right, no wrong, you're selling a song
A name whisper game

If the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn it out to the wick
Aren't you, Barracuda?

"Sell me, sell you", the porpoise said
Dive down deep to save my head
You, I think you got the blues too

All that night and all the next
Swam without looking back
Made for the western pools, silly fools

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Coyote - Lyrics - Mark Knopfler

Title: Coyote
Artist: Mark Knopfler
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

Lyric:
Look at me coyote
Don't let a little road dust put you off
You can't judge a book
Well you know that stuff
There's a tear in my upholstery
And a hole in my shoe

But don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do

You can't catch me coyote
Though there may be blood on the tracks
There may be some bridges burnin'
Behind our backs
But I got my laundry on the backseat
And an itinerary too

And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do

Now I'm a speck on your horizon
Gettin' smaller fast
An ambush wouldn't be surprisin'
I hope it's better than your last

Once again the roadrunner
Leaves the coyote in the dirt
You've got another plan of action
But we all know it ain't never gonna work
It must be hard having dog dreams
That never come true

And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do

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Os - Commandante - Lyrics - K

Title: Os - Commandante
Artist: K
Composer(s): Kevin Deron Brereton, Russell Klyne

Lyric:
[Foreign Content]

This is an ambush
Yo, check it

Lookin' at my watch it's about that time
To ascend with this art of Zen another rhyme
Manifested in the physical miracle MC-in'
Leading to a revolution solution is seeing

The mind as it rotates make no debate
When I regulate, all the gens will terminate
'Cause we cut and slice irrelevance to the bone
And decapitate rappers that idolize Al Capone

Or Jimmy Hoffa not a hip-hop poppa
Just a vigilante with the mic that I shot ya
Chopped up, beat 'em and we proceeded to rock tha
Bells movin' quite well, so we got 'em hopped up

Trained, raw, like Big Daddy Kane
Plus I'm born on the same day as Kurt Cobain
Rap Nirvana, call me the beat piranha
Without the drama, yeah

Don't get this wrong, this revolution song
Hoping the wind can blow your way for once
A man is truly dead when confident
That's why we're all still waiting here so long

Astrologically, I'm the water and the fish
Made a wish, now I'm stone-cold lyrical catalyst
I don't eat fish, chicken or hamburger
But I eat 40 emcees on a hot plate

God's great, magnificent and munificent
This is militant, in particular significant
To the people, masses, lower classes
Making the hardest of hard keloidal and flaccid

Contaminants with backstage laminate sheet
Unoriginal thoughts that's why we stay adamant
Which we perceive to alter the mind-state
Making time wait, holding us up for hostage

I lost it, somewhere back in '96
When it's safe I'll play the game, I'm back in the mix
With a brand-new bag of magic and pixie dust
Love hip-hop, pray it never turns into lust, take it out

Don't get this wrong, this revolution song
Hoping the wind can blow your way for once
A man is truly dead when confident
That's why we're all still waiting here so long

Hey
Hey
Hey

Don't get this wrong, this revolution song
Hoping the wind can blow your way for once
A man is truly dead when confident
That's why we're all still waiting here so long

Commandante, come back home
Commandante, come back home
Commandante, come back home
That's why we're all still waiting here so long

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Moreton Bay - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Moreton Bay
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Denver, Traditiona

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Lyric:
One Sunday morning as I went walking
By Brisbane Waters I chanced to stray
I heard a convict his fate bewailing
As on the sunny riverbank he lay

I am a native of Erin's Ireland
But banished now from my native shore
They stole me from my aged parents
And from the maiden whom I do adore

I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie
At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains
At Castle Hill and the cursed Toongabbie
At all these settlements I've been in chains

But of all places of condemnation
And penal stations in New South Wales
To Moreton Bay I have found no equal
Excessive tyranny each day prevails

For three long years I was beastly treated
And heavy irons on my legs I wore
My back from flogging was lacerated
And oft times painted with my crimson gore

And many a man from downright starvation
Lies moldering now underneath the clay
And Captain Logan he had us mangled
All On the triangles of Moreton Bay

Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews
We were oppressed under Logan's yoke
Till a native black lying there in ambush
Did deal this tyrant with his mortal stroke

My fellow prisoners be exhilarated
That all such monsters like death may find
And when from bondage we're liberated
Our former suffering shall will fade from mind

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Still Standin Strong - Lyrics - Cocoa Brovaz

Title: Still Standin Strong
Artist: Cocoa Brovaz
Composer(s): Triple Beam Willia Dean Parker, Eddie Floyd, Williams. Tekomin Darryl (Jrr) Yates, J Smith, Steve Cropper

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Back up in here smoked out
Strictly trees, strictly trees
Ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves

Swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us
For my dogs in a cut
Doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds
Maintain stayin' strong

Day breaks sneaks upon my camp once more
Get up, get dressed and prepare for war
Yo the war's wit everything outside your door
It's a rude awakening but it's more in store

When I walk through Brooklyn, people show me love
Went over to GA, people showed me love
Went to North Carolina, they showed us love
Even went to California and got love from thugz

And it's all good big up to all the neighborhood
That came to see Tek and Steele whenever they could
But remember the struggle continues after the vengeance
Watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you get into

There's a war goin' on outside and in my mental
Gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what does gettin' bent do?
Last week my man put a pistol to his temple
I said nah son not that, that's too simple

One little niggie on the block sellin' crystal
Next little niggie got shot up on Bristol
'Nother little niggie lock, 'cause they blew the whistle
Last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister

This little niggie be hard to find
Mind don't makin' it in this day and time
Do what we have to criminal or legal
Stayin' alive strivin' wit my people

In days of our lives they try to make ends meat
To search for tomorrow got us walkin' the streets
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat

Tryin' to stand strong, tryin' not to fall
Tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
'Cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park
You can get your life got in day the or the dark

I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up
Callisthenic get me right so I'll be nice up
'Cause when you feel fit ya feel nice
Beware of the tricks and the fool paradise

Like the wicked minded youth with them gun pound clocked
Who wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spot
Want to get, what I got, roll the lah that I cop
Rock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stop

But death me fear not, 'cause the most high guides I
Bless me wit protection as the years pass by
Conqueror, mighty rasta
Let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya

As I meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes
Breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes
To my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates
Livin' street life, put the stash on Jakes

For ya need, do whatever the deed
Watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves
Mr. Ripper from the star to the hills it's all real
Gotta maintain 'cause the sun don't chill

In days of our lives we strive to make ends meet
To search for tomorrow got us walkin' the streets
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat

Tryin' to stand strong, tryin' not to fall
I'm just tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
'Cause the streets of New York ain't no walk in the park
You can get your life got in the day or the dark

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Blunt Time - Lyrics - Dr. Dre Presents The Aftermath - Dr. Dre

Title: Blunt Time
Album: Dr. Dre Presents The Aftermath
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Steve Boone, Stuart Bullard, Eric Collins, John Sebastian, Mark Sebastian, Andre Romell Young

Lyric:
Dead
(Blunt time-pull out your philly)
Ha ha, mighty aftermath
(Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli)
Whose soul ever contest, dead
In me ear Dre, you hear me now? Dead
(Blunt time-pull out your philly)
(Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli)

Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong
Room for moving in but that was only mine
They will shake the hand, never really seen and only heard
They will shake the hand, he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng

Knick-knack, paddy wack, give a dog a bone
Long Beach City, I wreck is my zone
I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone
You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone

Fool, now break for ya two
It's called the ol'Rambo, catch ambush
I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push
I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin' in the forest, you Gump

Long Beach City, firmly represented
Narrator X is representor
Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor
Freeze MCs, don't ent-or

I'll take like Anne Arden's new chips in wint-or
Or since I'm Sun, I'll melt the metaphor
The meatphors are meltin' ,style is beltin'
I heard a dog yelpin' but no helpin'

Blunt time-pull out your philly
Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli
Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin'
Dimes keep on flippin', flippin'

Blunt time-pull out your philly
Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli
Dancin', puffin', sippin' or set trippin'
Dimes keep on flippin', flippin'

Dre's bad beats they rat-rat-rat-rat
X flex lyric they can't come back
Fact, el-elevant, elegant and eloquent, no shit
I boots hits, throw tantrums like Ella Fitz

Nah, the member X but you'll remember X indeedy
Now remember don't contest the
[Unverified]
Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss

I burn you like Backdrafter
After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter
Similar to this, ha, what's the repertoire-kick deadly with lyrics
Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it's

Mighty aftermath
Once again, can't hold us back
Refuse, refuse
(Dead)
You lose
(Dead)
DEAD
(Indeed)

Attempts will be futile, it's way to brutal
Hear me now, Narrator-to-the-X, tellin' anyone who contest
The mighty aftermath posse
(Who? Who?)
Dead
(Murder)

Exclamation point
(I)
(Blunt time)
Ha
(Blunt time)
Mighty aftermath to the 9-7
(Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend, dont'cah friend)
(Rowl, I don't wanna fight no more, no no,ooh)
(Blunt time, blunt time, blunt, blunt, yep)

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Life Less Ordinary - Lyrics - Indian Summer - Carbon Leaf

Title: Life Less Ordinary
Album: Indian Summer
Artist: Carbon Leaf
Composer(s): Barry Privett, Terry Clark, Scott Milstead, Carter Gravatt, Jordan Medas

Lyric:
Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me
Live a life less sedentary
Live a life evolutionary with me

Well, I hate to be a bother
But it's you and there's no other, I do believe
You can call me naive but
I know me very well at least as far as I can tell
And I know what I need

The night you came into my life
Well, it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me
By the way, I do know why you stayed away
I will keep tongue tied next time

Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me
My face had said too much
Before our hands could even touch
To greet a 'Hello', so much for going slow

A little later on that year
I told you that I loved you, dear
What do you know?
This you weren't prepared to hear

I'm a saddened man, I'm a broken boy
I'm a toddler with a complex toy
I've fallen apart since the ambush on your heart

The night you came into my life
Well, it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me
By the way, I do know why you stayed away
I will keep tongue tied but

Honey understand, honey understand
I won't make demands
Honey understand, honey understand
We could walk without a plan

Honey understand, honey, honey understand
I won't rest in stone all alone
Honey understand, honey understand
I'm all ready to go but you already know

Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me
If I could name you in this song
Would it make you smile and sing along?
This is the goal, to get into your soul

If I could make you dance for joy
Could that be the second chance to coy?
The bird in hand I would need
To help you understand

The night you came into my life
Well, it took the bones of me, took the bones of me
You blew away my storm and strife
And shook the bones of me, shook the bones of me
By the way I do know why you stayed away
I will keep tongue tied next time

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N-Noreaga - Iraq (See The World) - Lyrics - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Iraq (See The World)
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Percy Chapman, Victor Santiago, Kyron Sumpter, Kiam Holley

Lyric:
Yo, word up, I'm 'bout to rep my motherfuckin' hood
This is my hood, nigga

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

It's cream on my land, original man
My team break border and court order
ESP network, TNT explosive expert
Your head jerk, backflip, illegal life shit

Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy
Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
New assembly, new identity, remember me
Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy

Martin Remy, Jack D to, to allizy
Yo, to Motif, Dom P, personal henny
Have me hurt many, actions, coke infractions
Immanuel and Fidel, our money well
Help the crack sell, stack bail, then we map trail
Get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat

The streets got me thinkin' 'bout my man's passin'
Stashin', the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen
The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin'
Security be on my back for wrong reason

I'm livin', what I'm sayin' on the block all day
Before I wasn't sure but now I know it's the way
Like, if I get caught I'ma pay illegal life, livin' trife, what can I say
Gettin' bent, million dollar dream, Hennessee and Moet

While I'm chillin' with my man on the wooden set
Front, I strike accurate you get wet
Whatever choice you select handle appropriately
Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake

Lefrak shine, just wait
I need half outta that cake of regulate
Taken while you scheme and contemplate
Only results in the 360 action
But if it come back, then I'm pumpin' double action

Blastin', tearin' niggaz physicals in try and contend
You gets no days with no wins
My clientele excel is like the devil's spell
Drove me to the streets young so now I know it well

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

Yo, son, I'm packin' steel, where ya hard hat
You pull out you bust that
Your gat useless, where ya heart at?
It fingers the trigger, change ya name to fake nigga

Beef with every nigga, watch ya back
Of course you get clapped, you didn't bust gat
Splendid nigga, dirty rat
For my Iraq attack, bust you with mega gat

Once a cool cat, smokin' dagger, put it in my back
Why you did it like that, now my skin bubble fat
Go to sleep, I wake you up

What? What? What? What?
In ya crib, tie you up
What? What? What? What?
Hot oil on ya gut
Get bucked, get bucked
Iraq element don't give a fuck

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

We on a mission, not a small time thing
I'm addicted to the cash like
The crack head is a fiend to the crack
But I ain't into doin' no drugs, I'm just pushin' hits
And stackin' chips like I'm stackin' bricks for a buildin'

'Cause we be buildin' this empire fortress
Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators
Regulators, manipulate
Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait

Watch you deflate like air balloon
Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon
Like stormy weather, your fatigue [unverified]
'Cause we bust bullets, thinkin' much more clever

Eatin' through your gear like acid rain, feeling pain
Livin' like a snake in the grass, you won't gain
Simple and plain, my team play the game so we can win
We want it all so we can breathe like the wind

Bustin' 360, cherry red 850
He blitz devilish, get cursed for fuckin' with me
Eyebrows thick, resemble
(Some Arabian guy)
Arabian mind with source to fire arm
Caesar, waves bangin', brown wallibies

Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars
Queens escobars wear jewels like scars
You heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it
Yo, the main vic, plottin' on you since 86

Now it's 96, you lay low, you mad rich
Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait
While in car, hear a verse, put it in park
Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark

Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer
My brother's keeper, throwin' the world in a sleeper
The grim reeper, so much work he got a beeper
The word death, stamped that, it's on your chest

Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull shit
Grip tight, illegal life, aerolight
Thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water
Slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder

From Iraq to Yugoslavia, Somalia
Compadre, diamante, papi
World World 3, CNN history

By the powers of God that's invested in me
Since 93, locked up, I did three
Got 85 percent of y'all worshipin' me
Back in L.C., hop in cap 33

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Other Little Soldier - Lyrics - Josh Gracin - Josh Gracin

Title: Other Little Soldier
Album: Josh Gracin
Artist: Josh Gracin
Composer(s): Candy Cameron, Curtis Wright

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Lyric:
He used to play in daddy's uniform
With the stripes across the sleeve
And he knew when he was all grown up
What he was gonna to be
He used to like to ambush every careless cat or dog
That had the nerve to cross the battle lines that he had drawn

And even though he didn't know
What his dad was fighting for
He was proud to be the other little soldier
In this war

The phone rang in the middle of the night
When they called his dad to go
Kissed him and his mom goodbye
And said God I love you both
I know that it's a lot to ask of such a little man
But hold the fort and, I'll be home as quickly as I can

And even though he didn't know
What his dad was fighting for
He was proud to be the other little soldier
In this war

A wall cannot begin to hold
The names of all the kids
Who gave the great sacrifice
That any child could give

It was the first time he had ever seen
A flag from up that close, and he watched them as
They folded it so careful and so slow
As they gave it to his mother
He knew what he should do
He raised his little hand and, gave his dad one last salute

And even though he didn't know
What his dad was fighting for
He was proud to be the other little soldier
He was proud to be the other little soldier
In this war

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It'S On You - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: It'S On You
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips

Lyric:
On you
(Smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash)
On you
(Mad and stuff because they don't have cash)
On you
(When I roll and stroll [unverified] always pack a tool)
On you
(Just in case, a brother acts a fool)

It's death before dishonor, strap the vest down tight
When you bring the drama
Now raise up off mine, and taste it in the raw
Before snipers on the floor galore, in my hardware store

Nightmares of thirsty crooks
Niggas all acting fishy working off the books
Painting pictures of poverty, causing armed robbery
And provoke every last one gets smoked

No doubt for real it's like wildlife
Where thugs forever pull caps and always keep a knife
'Cause on the strip ware fare's inevitable hot steel's incredible
And it's a pride the revolution won't be televised

As I supply and demand
As I build my currency to expand
Call it progress, when I bless my territory all respect due
But can niggas keep it real? It's on you

On you
(Smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash)
On you
(Mad and stuff because they don't have cash)
On you
(When I roll and stroll [unverified] always pack a tool)
On you
(Just in case, a brother acts a fool)

Step into the dragon's lair,
Where CL's the don and Pete's the creator
Now praise the most high and represent the best
'Cause the number one killer of black men is stress

The armed and dangerous, the bulletproof
Couldn't stop the homicide of another youth
Penetrating your body parts with hollow point shells
You fraud 'cause vengeance is mine said the lord

Indeed my own click now turns greedy
Out of twelve of my soldiers, one will deceive me
With salt in the game, shame the family and push
My black ass straight into a terrifying ambush

The whole empire's at stake mastering the streets
Devil the mental won't break and turn snake
For Pete's sake you gotta be true to the crew
So if niggas want to set it, it's on you

On you
(Smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash)
On you
(Mad and stuff because they don't have cash)
On you
(When I roll and stroll [unverified] always pack a tool)
On you
(Just in case, a brother acts a fool)

Capture the beast within me
Beware when it's moving deep in New York city
The diabolical gangster chronicle mob scenes in all directions
The type of connections to get your wig split

Submit the wanted signs posted
Chickens spots for major knots you get toasted
To the head piece, I release firepower, only I'm controlling
We put in work and got the right brothers rolling

When hell kicks off we lick off keeping mine hard
Like stone from the red zone, to each his own
Smile in my face behind my back you talk trash
But my pockets hit empty and my Lexus crashed

But not in your wildest dreams hear my name in all the scandals
And all the schemes, I rest in queens
The veronville's my capital, so memorize the cuts
Then give you two more seconds to get off these nuts, it's on you

On you
(Smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash)
On you
(Mad and stuff because they don't have cash)
On you
(When I roll and stroll [unverified] always pack a tool)
On you
(Just in case, a brother acts a fool)

Check it, Grap Luva, if you're in the house
Just get on the mic and show 'em what it's all about

It's all about the wicked check one two
'Cause I rips a microphone and pass it to my crew
I don't drink no brew, I smoke nuff spliffs
I don't have no riffs so check me as I shoot the gift
Rip rhymes, freestyle rhymes
Off top of the dome every time

I'm glad this shit is going on tape
So I can escape into the beat and make nuff papes
Word to God
Kicking nuff freestyle rhymes

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