Art Beware - Lyrics - Ambrosia

Title: Art Beware
Artist: Ambrosia
Composer(s): Joseph Puerta

Lyric:
Art beware, it's all been done
There's nothing new under the sun
Yeah
What a waste of my time?

So take heed of all new schemes
Just variations on old themes
Yeah
How could I be so blind?

It's sad when you've got it down to a pat thing
Sad thing is all you'll have
It's sad when you've got it down to some sure thing
Sure thing but it's old hat


There's nothing new under the sun
(Haven't we heard your song)
(Yeah, somewhere else before, son?)
(That was nice, good try son, but)
What a waste of my time?

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Retaliation - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Retaliation
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Guess who's back?
Right about now its time for those notorious thugs
Bizzy, wish, Krayzie, Layzie
Flesh, and that nigga DJ U-Neek
Mo' thug takin' over so you best beware
'Cuz we came to shut this motherfuckea down

Ya, bone comin' back at you bitches for the 97
Ya, these mothafuckaz didn't think it was on
Old playa-hatin' ass niggaz ya my niggaz
Brung they style to the table 1st
Nigga, why don't you relize, reconize, idolize
It's over bitch, it's the art of war

Retaliation, retaliation, retaliation
Retaliation, retaliation, retaliation

Abort, when it's the art of war
The art of war, of war
Abort, when it's the art of war
The art of war, of war

Abort, when it's the art of war
The art of war, of war
Abort, when it's the art of war
The art of war, of war

Abort, when its' the art of war
1 and 2 world war
Playa playa, we done party over time
See we done partied over time

Abort, when its' the art of war
1 and 2 world war
Playa playa, we done party over time
See we done partied over time

Guess, who's back?
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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Retaliation[Intro] - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Retaliation[Intro]
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Guess who's back?
Right about now its time for those notorious thugs
Bizzy, wish, Krayzie, Layzie
Flesh, and that nigga DJ U-Neek
Mo' thug takin' over so you best beware
'Cuz we came to shut this motherfuckea down

Ya, bone comin' back at you bitches for the 97
Ya, these mothafuckaz didn't think it was on
Old playa-hatin' ass niggaz ya my niggaz
Brung they style to the table 1st
Nigga, why don't you relize, reconize, idolize
It's over bitch, it's the art of war

Retaliation, retaliation, retaliation
Retaliation, retaliation, retaliation

Abort, when it's the art of war
The art of war, of war
Abort, when it's the art of war
The art of war, of war

Abort, when it's the art of war
The art of war, of war
Abort, when it's the art of war
The art of war, of war

Abort, when its' the art of war
1 and 2 world war
Playa playa, we done party over time
See we done partied over time

Abort, when its' the art of war
1 and 2 world war
Playa playa, we done party over time
See we done partied over time

Guess, who's back?
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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Let The Law End - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Let The Law End
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cuz we simply get the raw end
Coffins open, dump 'em all in

Nine millimeters, three-eighty's
You're feelin' me, kill 'em 'cuz I go with plenty artillery
Come and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis
Let us begin with bullets
Can't none of ya break off a niggas from prison
And let 'em come with us, retaliation
We come and blast 'em with leather masks on, let loose

You need beware when you're rollin' down the Clair
These niggas is killas, try to feel us
Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland
We steadily creepin' on ya
And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep
Ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone
Let loose

Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it then he better shoot
Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue
Never respect you, blowin' your chest through
Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again
And I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript

Killa, for realer, drug dealer, little nigga, cap peeler
Bailin' through the Land equipped
When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it
Jump off in my hottie
Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party
Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah

When I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge
War anytime I roll
Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours
Expect the four nigga ring yo doors and don't you diminish
'Til I finish you with it or you would missed it
On the hit list, couldn't resist it

Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it to the po-po, you know
Who don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go
Lurk, better searchin' all the doors
Runnin' through crowds 'til I get to Mexico
Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent
Little Rip gets so sadistic it's story of
(Story of, story of)

Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen
Depend on me, let 'em leave
Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game
But I love the way the thugstas stay
And when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops
You'll be lookin' at a hell of a war
Muthafucka done rocked the boat
And we nigga fin to even the score

Nigga drank too much, took too much
No surrender, no you're never gonna catch me
Never gonna catch me, catch me
I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life
And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me
Quicker the copper
The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya
We shot ya, we shot ya, hey, my niggas boxed ya

My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin'
Pac got his, got headlight ahead of me
Keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end
Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in
Quit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew
Oh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit
And never seen us shoot if I could be the 187 on you

Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it's on for the next that get wrong
Here's my TEC, and it's on, they they won't disrespect
Then sleep with the rest
Don't even expect 'cuz you ain't goin' home
Who's next? Bring it on, whoever wanna flex
Think it no thang for me get with you
All up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig
Your brain gon' hang

Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cuz we simply get the raw end
Coffins open, dump 'em all in

Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cuz we simply get the raw end
Coffins open, dump 'em all in

Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cuz we simply get the raw end
Coffins open, dump 'em all in
...

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Ain'T Nothin Changed (Everyday Thang Part Ii) - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Ain'T Nothin Changed (Everyday Thang Part Ii)
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): B Eastmond, F Jackson, S Howse, Scruggs A Henderson, Mccan

Lyric:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed
It's an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang
Mo Thugs is all you claim
Stay thug up in this game and remain the same
So follow me, now see off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin'
(Now see)
Buckin' them bodies with shots
And a come on, a come on, a come on

Everybody get up, get down
Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the green
Gotta have another bill, y'all, dog, I need all my change
Soon as come up, I'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit
That's why we choose this thugsta music
Use it smoothly, don't abuse it, do it, oh so, lovely
Gotta get, gotta get, get money
(Mo' money)

Thuggin' forever we keepin' it real and I'm ready to show
And then let niggas know with Mo Thug that the shit, it be real
But them murder, we told ya, rollin', blowin' indo, we go
Niggas that real, we are trues, yeah, ready to bust on anything
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, nobody move, won't nobody get hurt
Break it down, killa, me killa, killa

I'm wonderin' really how many more niggas I'll see in a coffin
Before it's my time, I'm the kind right here to take losses, not a dime
Everyday it's the same and I gotta mine to the grind
My mental be stressed on my pistol
My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war
Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure
Would ya like to come parlay with Lay all through my hood?
Sit back, everything gon' be all good

Niggas ridin' real, knock on wood, goin' against the grain
It's all the same, it's all the same
Smokin' on a lot more weed than before, no pain, no gain
You straight up hangin' and that's shame, how long we'll reign
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Ain't nothin' to do to get outta this game
(Outta this game)

Run the game with consistency, instantly
And guard them greens of the earth with resistance
Baby, baby, tell me what do you wanna do?
Tell me, what do you wanna do?
You can ride and smoke with me or I can ride and smoke with you
It's all cool, it's all cool, it's all cool
Act a fool, act a fool, it's all cool, it's all cool

Really wanna get me pissed
Then get to flippin', when I'm on a mission
Me and Animal'll gnarl, wanna go shut you down and eat breakfast
Oh so, don't you know that I know you're whole M.O.
And away you go, and I got
([Unverified])

Smoked little bit, you know so, hit it, me stumble and even scuffle
([Unverified])
And I heard my little brother smacked the shit out you bitch
And bust you, hear my nationwide, "Fuck you, fuck you"
I got people that you trust, who needs some greens
And really don't love you
Never familiar, send 'em all in the city out to kill ya
It's an everyday thang and I bang your brains, nigga

Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed

It's an everyday thang, it's an everyday thang
It's an everyday thang, thang
It's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang
It's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang
Calm me down, it ain't gon' change, we won't change
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, we keeps it realer
Tell me, can you feel us, feel us, feel us?
Tell me can you feel us, feel us, feel us, killas?
Even though we still roll the Clair, playa haters better beware

'Cuz we got mines, we got nines, we got shit to blow you all the time Anytime you got yours, you got yours, I got mine, I got mine
Fuck with mine, fuck with mine, East 99 is the street
Keep it on the low when they creep, or Bone got heat, Bone got heat
Hurt them who tried to hurt me, B 0 N E
'Cuz I'm rollin' with ya, 'cuz I'm rollin' with ya, 'cuz I'm rollin' with ya
It's an everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday thang, bang
It's an everyday, it's an everyday
It's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang

Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed

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Blasphemy - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Blasphemy
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Tyrone Wrice, Joseph Paquette

Lyric:
God has a plan and the Bible unfolds that wonderful plan
Through the message of prophecy
God sent Jesus into this world to be our Saviour
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life

As long as we're cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and Saviour
And as the Lord, does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time here on This Week in Bible Prophecy

Tupac, don't start that blasphemy in here
Makaveli, the new breed and I remember what my pops told me
The new word, follow me, remember what my pops told me

My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
Strugglin', known to hustle, screamin', fuck they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
Niggaz, get off your ass if you plan to be rich

There's ten rules to the game but I'll share with you two
Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one, get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's Money Over Bitches 'cause they breed envy

Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo', enemies close nigga, watch yo' homies
It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled
Picture jewels being handed to an innocent child

I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules
Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall
Or come to grips with bein' written on my enemy's wall, rest in peace

Promised, if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonite
I got words for my comrades, listen and learn
Ain't nuttin' free, give back what you earn, no doubt

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker, blessed and pleased
This Thug life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah
And I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy

Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord
Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud
Usin' de name of de Lord in vein
While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain

We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin'
Everybody kissin' ass to go to Heaven, ain't goin'
Put my soul on it, I'm fightin' devil, niggaz daily
Plus the media be crucifying brothers severely

Tell me, I ain't God's son, nigga, Mom a virgin
We got addicted, had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Doin' wild shit, lookin' at the sun, don't pay
Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day

They say Moses split the Red Sea
I split the blunt and rolled the fat one, I'm deadly, Babylon beware
Comin' from the Pharoahe's kids, retaliation
Makin' legends off the shit we did, still bullshittin'

Niggaz in Jerusalem, waitin' for signs
God promised, she's just takin' her time
Living by the Nile, while the water flows
I'm contemplating plots, wondering which door to go

Brothas getting shot, comin, back resurrected
It's just that raw shit, nigga check it, that raw shit
And I remember what my papa told me
Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy

Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord
Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud
Usin' de name of de Lord in vein
While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain

The preacher want me buried why? 'Cause I know he a liar
Have you ever seen a crackhead, that's eternal fire
Why you got these kids minds, thinkin' that they evil
While the preacher bein' richer, you say honor God's people

Should we cry, when the Pope die, my request
We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X
Mama tell me, am I wrong, is God just another cop
Waitin to beat my ass if I don't go pop?

Memories of a past time, givin' up cash
To the leaders, knowin' damn well, it ain't gonna feed us
In my brain how can you explain, time in D.C.
It's hard enough to live now, in these times of greed

They say Jesus is a kind man, well, he should understand
Times in this crime man, my thug nation
Do whatchu gotta do but know you gotta change
Try to find a way to make it out the game

I leave this and hope, God, can see my heart is pure
Is Heaven just another door? I leave this here
I leave this and hope, God, see my heart is pure
Is Heaven just another door? And my people say

Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord
Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud
Usin' de name of de Lord in vein
While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain

Our father, who art in Heaven
Hallow be Thy name
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done
In earth, as it is in Heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
As we give up our debts

As we forgive our debtors
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us, unevil
For God, is the kingdom and the power
And the glory forever and ever and ever

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Run For Cover - Lyrics - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Run For Cover
Album: Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
Run for cover

Here I go again, ready to flow again
Better HOPE my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm
Jet for the exit, why hang around?
Words that I found make the mic melt down
If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I amputate
And whoever don't break, I'm a suffocate
Leave 'em with asthma, you better pass the
Mic to the massacre master who has the
Power to build and destoy at the same time
So track the wack at the right, and exact could
Shine
Meant to beat overheat, but I won't stop
So evacuate the spot when the mic's hot
Switch it from one hand to another
And that's a hint, my brother, run for cover
Cuz I'm armed, my brain contains a bomb
As if I escaped from Vietnam
Some people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put
Beats to
Format, collapse your lungs twist your tongues
You can't bump your gums off of none of the drums
Words that I made'll create an iller scene
Eric B. is the fly human being on the guillotine
Hook 'em up to a respirator, cuz it's the Mista
Suffocator
What I write is like shovin' a mic down your
Windpipe
Don't let him bite rhymes Rakim write
No mic to mouth resuscitation is neccessary
No obituary, and NOTHING LEFT TO BURY
As it strikes on the same mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'm a strike again
I meditate off the breaks, till the place shakes
Then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother
The stage is stompin' grounds, run for cover

Evacuate the building, danger, cuz I came to
Explain the
Strategy that'll be tragic automatically
Havin' me to cause another catastrophe
All you gotta do is give Rakim the
Microphone and the crowd'll yell, Timber
Buildings collapsin', rappers gettin' trapped in
Areas closed off, no one gets back in
So set up roadblocks, barrIcade the doors
Fade, put a detour sign on the stage
Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use
And been usin' ever since
The days in the park when, rap was an art then
Plus I was dominant, determined and dark skinned
Makin' it hard to walk the streets at night
For those who talk the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's livin' large better wear camouflage
Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge
Surround by sound of the beat-down another brother
This is stompin' grounds, run for cover
Wheels or foot, better not stay put
Whole place shook till the mic's unhooked
Then you've got seven minutes to vacate the
Premises
Lyrics'll echo soon as the break finishes
Don't act wild, single file to the door
No need for an encore, just clear the floor
Cuz my mic's about to self destruct
The stage'll blow up when my rhymes erupt
So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned
Cuz minutes from now it won't be standin'
Then send out and A.P.B. All Poets Beware of a
Brother like me
Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture?
How many bitin' MCs can I capture?
Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth
Take over their route, play 'em out like a Cub
Scout
So leave troopin' for MCs at war
And if it's a battle let the crowd keep score
Cuz me and the drummer make drama, and that's word
To mother, run for cover

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Movement - Lyrics - Behind The Front - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Movement
Album: Behind The Front
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Jaime Gomez, William Adams, Kevin Feyen, Mike Fratantuno, Allan Pineda, Terence Yoshiaki, Brian Lapin

Lyric:
There's electricity in here
With enough watts to shock the southern hemisphere
I put a surge in your city with my lyrics in the air
Shock hazardous, take caution and beware
Of high bolts and killer Hertz, lyrics will kill, they hurt
Blast those, my energy's converted to a rhyme
I maximize in no time
Electrify the sky and go way be over now, uh

Just an MC, I'm not your average MC
I do more than MC, that's what suckers Envy, and E
And every movement contains concepts that ain't nobody doin'
Come over these dramas or whack, and dirty
They tryin' to call me, perform track quality
Give me some punts, 'cause you really muddy
You move slowly 'cause of no electricity

I got my shit on overflow
When I ever find you, my overload
Oh, overflow
I got my shit on overflow
(Overflow)

The whole globe's gonna feel the effect of the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
Yo DC, London, Tokyo, feel the wrath of the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement

LA, help me turn it out, it's the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
We gonna keep your party jumpin'
While your heart is steady thumpin' to the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement

We grip the pleasure from small things
Not from a lex nor diamond rings
I just wanna crib in they studios set
Build my enterprise connection projects
Cover all angles and higher your aspects
Break more barriers than new concepts
'Cause what they can't stop me, no way
The time is now, we ain't got time to play

Hey, you, listen to what I got to say
Let's get together and form a parade
Just delete what you create over plates
Make sure it's measured the right way
With the right ingredients, construct more deviant
Things to prosper for your brain to capture
Now what I'm after is to learn from all things
Building full swing, no strings

You got me thinking about things that I don't need to think about
You wanna change my appearance for the masters, scope me out
Undress me, then rearrange me
Yo I can't go for that
(No)

The whole globe's gonna feel the effect of the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
Yo DC, London, Tokyo, feel the wrath of the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement

C'mon, New York, help me turn it out, it's the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
We gonna keep your party jumpin'
While your heart is steady thumpin' to the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
(Movement)

We got the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
(Movement)

You gotta jump back, jump inside beep music
Shake what your mama gave you, don't abuse
If you abuse it, come change the music
If it's the bomb, no need to diffuse it

Let us demonstrate the real court and nation
While we improvise, giving you time and sensation
Mastering the art of motivation
Musically we're in touch with our creation
Takin' over land, and we takin' over nation
Family reunite, cause for celebration
Gotta find us on your channel, find us on your station
We bring the movement of black eyed peas-ilation

The whole globe's gonna feel the effect of the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
Yo DC, London, Tokyo, feel the wrath of the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement

C'mon, Japan, help me turn it out, it's the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
We gonna keep your party jumpin'
While your heart is steady thumpin' to the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
(Movement)

We got the
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
(Movement)
That ole'
Movement
(Movement)
Movement
(Movement)

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