Title: Autobahn
Album: Minimum-Maximum
Artist: Kraftwerk
Composer(s): Ralf Huetter, Floria Schneider-Esleben, Emil Schult
Lyric:
Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der autobahn
Vor uns liegt ein weites tal
Die sonne scheint mit glitzerstrahl
Die fahrbahn ist ein graues band
Weisse streifen, gruener rand
Jetzt schalten wir das radio an
Aus dem lautsprecher klingt es dann
Wir fahr'n auf der autobahn
Title: Autobahn 66
Artist: Primal Scream
Composer(s): Robert Young, Martin Duffy, Andrew Innes, Bobby Gillespie, Gary Mounfield
Lyric:
Dreaming, dreaming
Seeing, seeing
Dreaming, dreaming
Seeing, seeing
Dreaming, I'm still dreaming
Dreaming my life 'til the day that I die
Dreaming my life 'til the day that I die
Seeing, always seeing
Color so beautiful, softer than sin
Color so beautiful, softer than sin
Dreaming, I'm still dreaming
Dreaming my life 'til the day that I die
Dreaming my life 'til the day that I die
Seeing, always seeing
Color so beautiful, softer than sin
Color so beautiful, softer than sin
Title: Autobahn
Artist: Anberlin
Composer(s): Deon Rexroat, Joey Bruce, Nathan Young, Steven Arnold, Joseph Milligan
Lyric:
And we're driving just as fast as we can
And we're racing to outrun the wind
It's just me and you and you and me
So wild and so young, bright-eyed and free
And we're trying to get out of here
And a small town romance draws ever near
And I swear we're in a movie
The highlight comes when you kiss me
And the stereo sings our sing
We don't hesitate sing along
Drive to dream to live
We could see the world tonight
Here to hope tomorrow
We could see the world
And we're miles from the middle of nowhere
And neither of us seems to care
And that's why I love you so
Shut your mouth girl no one has to know
And times seems to drip like Dali
And neither of us has a place to be
So once and forever tell me all
Tell me all of your dreams
And the stereo sings our song
We don't hesitate just sing along
Drive to dream to live
We could see the world tonight
Here to hope tomorrow
We could see the world
Drive to dream to live
We could see the world tonight
Here to hope tomorrow
We could see the world
And we're driving just as fast as we can
And we're racing to outrun the wind
And the stereo sings our song
We don't hesitate just sing
Drive to dream to live
We could see the world tonight
We don't hesitate just sing
Here to hope tomorrow
We could see the world
Drive to dream to live
We could see the world tonight
We don't hesitate just sing
Here to hope tomorrow
We could see the world
Drive to dream to live
We could see the world tonight
We don't hesitate just sing
Here to hope tomorrow
We could see the world
Title: 20/20
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Alan Maman, Chris Oroc, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor
Lyric:
20/20
20/20
20/20
20/20
It's goin' down
Not now but right now
By now you know the sound
It's dilation, cats with 20/20
I tell nickel and dimers try not to be dealers
If they deal at least help, try not to be villains
And if they caught dealin', try not to be squealers
If they do try not to be shocked to see killers
Yeah, I'm crazy eyes killer, triple optic
Cold man go Guerrilla, pure with no filler
Rakaa's that real-I, bend steal at will
Eyes open, wide awake, y'all keep your eyes peeled
I never ratted, just rat-a-tat-tatted
Fully automatic, you're whole aura shattered
I got beats and rhymes, either or it never mattered
Flow fast or slow like I did on, "Eyes Have It"
I don't waste days away glued to John Madden
So when the sun sets West, I ain't mad at it
I gravitate towards those cats who ain't dramatic
And seein' 20/20 money stacks is a habit
Yeah, hindsight is 20/20, let's toast to the past
But here's to the future time to split this money money
Hindsight is 20/20, a toast to the past
But here's to the future, 20/20
Last couple years shit been off the wall
Many tears lost my mom I'm stayin' strong
Regroup myself, dust my shoulder off
We back once again then poof we gone
I seen shit go down like Alc' almost die
Now I see why they say it's safer to fly
In the same breath, breathe life accept death
Until then 20/20, one of the best yet
I've had experiences that were out of body
Cops still probably clocked me comin' out of parties
I've seen scandalous verdicts make Los Angeles uprise
Black Tail bottoms and Cannabis Cup highs
Create to Devestate taught me how to bomb
From Radiotron, to the German autobahn
Trade money still different color and shade bills
20/20 wide awake y'all keep your eyes peeled
It's goin' down
Not now but right now
By now you know the sound
It's dilation, cats with 20/20
Yeah, hindsight is 20/20, let's toast to the past
But here's to the future time to split this money money
Hindsight is 20/20, a toast to the past
But here's to the future, 20/20
Three eyes wide, I can still see Ali
Say I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Now I float like a brother's high, swing like a beast
I'm from Mid-City, when the bell rings I'm released
Hustlin', fightin' and eatin' still bringin' relief
To my people, if they're in your reach, each one teach
Runnin' through so much grass my shoes need cleats
Got that "Vente Vente" pumpin' through these streets
Last LP was odd, the score's even at last
Now we got enough trees to make you take 4 and pass
Now we got enough in fact don't even pass that back
It's free weed on me, you can hold me to that
When you see me in the streets, it be for that 20/20
Better than diesel, better than kush, it ain't funny
But trust me this Cali, my block's best product
We so quick to cop, Dilated Peoples got 'em
Yeah, hindsight is 20/20, let's toast to the past
But here's to the future time to split this money money
Hindsight is 20/20, a toast to the past
But here's to the future, 20/20
This cats with 20/20
This cats with 20/20
This cats with 20/20
...
Title: Rearview
Artist: Bobby Valentino
Composer(s): C Bridges, L Harmon, Ezekiel Lewis, K Logan, Timothy Mosley, B Muhammed, C Nelson, J Que, Patrick Smith
Lyric:
We gotta come back to ya
It's Bobby V. and Luda
We just wanna soothe ya
Bobby V. and Luda
This town is too small for the both of us
She's crying, I'm packing stuff
Peelin', chrome
Wheel is burning dust
This time I'm really gone
?Bout to turn this road into the autobahn
'Cause if I slow down
I think I might change my mind
I'll run as fast as I can
Put all the gas down the highway again
Switchin' lanes, not giving a damn
So catch up with your boy if you can
I'm running from my past
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
I wanna right all my wrongs
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
My rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
I can see you in my rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
I'm pushing 80 MPH, I'm poppin' Nodos
Caffeine, nicotine and change of clothes, hit the road
I see your face and I miss you dear
Images in the mirror, closer than they appear
I'll run as fast as I can
Put all the gas down the highway again
Switchin' lanes, not giving a damn
So catch up with your boy if you can
I'm running from my past
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
I wanna right all my wrongs
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
My rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
I can see you in my rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
I can see you in my rearview, baby, Luda
I got my pedal to the metal and I?m lookin? in
My rearview mirror, mirror, never said goodbye
I jumped in my ride and shook like Shakira
Hear the noise that I'm making
While my trunk is steady shaking
And my heart, skip a beat and I'm thinking
?Bout sneaking away with a freak on the weekend
But what in the hell was I thinking 'bout
Now I'm all alone tryna right my wrongs
Sittin' on chrome in a Cadillac Brone
Tryna to write this song
Can't believe that I'm leaving home
When I really wanna hear you scream and moan
My name's Ludacris and my team is strong
So hey, Bobby V. go on, sing this song
I'm running from my past
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
I wanna right all my wrongs
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
My rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
I can see you in my rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
We gotta come back to ya
It's Bobby V. and Luda
We just wanna soothe ya
Bobby V. and Luda
Gotta come back to ya
It's Bobby V. and Luda
We just wanna soothe ya
Bobby V. and Luda
Title: Rearview (Ridin')
Album: Special Occasion
Artist: Bobby Valentino
Composer(s): C Bridges, L Harmon, Ezekiel Lewis, K Logan, Timothy Mosley, B Muhammed, C Nelson, J Que, Patrick Smith
Lyric:
We gotta come back to ya
It's Bobby V. and Luda
We just wanna soothe ya
Bobby V. and Luda
This town is too small for the both of us
She's crying, I'm packing stuff
Peelin', chrome
Wheel is burning dust
This time I'm really gone
?Bout to turn this road into the autobahn
'Cause if I slow down
I think I might change my mind
I'll run as fast as I can
Put all the gas down the highway again
Switchin' lanes, not giving a damn
So catch up with your boy if you can
I'm running from my past
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
I wanna right all my wrongs
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
My rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
I can see you in my rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
I'm pushing 80 MPH, I'm poppin' Nodos
Caffeine, nicotine and change of clothes, hit the road
I see your face and I miss you dear
Images in the mirror, closer than they appear
I'll run as fast as I can
Put all the gas down the highway again
Switchin' lanes, not giving a damn
So catch up with your boy if you can
I'm running from my past
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
I wanna right all my wrongs
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
My rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
I can see you in my rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
I can see you in my rearview, baby, Luda
I got my pedal to the metal and I?m lookin? in
My rearview mirror, mirror, never said goodbye
I jumped in my ride and shook like Shakira
Hear the noise that I'm making
While my trunk is steady shaking
And my heart, skip a beat and I'm thinking
?Bout sneaking away with a freak on the weekend
But what in the hell was I thinking 'bout
Now I'm all alone tryna right my wrongs
Sittin' on chrome in a Cadillac Brone
Tryna to write this song
Can't believe that I'm leaving home
When I really wanna hear you scream and moan
My name's Ludacris and my team is strong
So hey, Bobby V. go on, sing this song
I'm running from my past
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
I wanna right all my wrongs
What's done I can't redo
I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
Lookin? in my rearview, ridin'
My rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
I can see you in my rearview
Lookin? in my rearview
We gotta come back to ya
It's Bobby V. and Luda
We just wanna soothe ya
Bobby V. and Luda
Gotta come back to ya
It's Bobby V. and Luda
We just wanna soothe ya
Bobby V. and Luda
Title: The Dreaming Moon
Artist: The Magnetic Fields
Composer(s): Stephin Raymond Merritt
Lyric:
With an ivory pipe and a cummerbund
In the dead of night on the autobahn
With the long ago on the radio
And the dreaming moon
We were young and in love
In a burning town but the fire went out
I'm alone again now and I finally know
How cool to be cold with the dreaming moon
I'll begin again with another new name
And a whole new life, full of fortune and fame
But in the 100th year, I'll be right back here
With the dreaming moon
Title: The 18th Letter (Always And Forever)
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): Scott Phillips, William Griffin
Lyric:
What, uhh, yo
Just when things seemed the same and the whole scene is lame
I come and reign with the unexplained, for the brains 'til things change
They strain to sling slang, I'm trained to bring game
History that I arranged, been regained by King James
Go to practice with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics
Women that look like actress, the status of Cleopatra's
Stacks of mathematics to feed your A G a geatics
As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic
No time to sip Mo's with hostess, never mind what the total gross is
I rip shows, stay focused and split cheese with soldiers
While you hit trees and coast, I spit flows that be ferocious
And with these explosives, I split seas for Moses
Shine permanently, only my mind's concernin' me
Fire burns in me eternally, time's eternity
Followers turn on me, they'll be in a mental infirmary
Determinely advance technology, better than Germany
Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over
I was always the flower, I made waves for Noah
From a compound to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom
Some of my rap patterns still surround Saturn
From the ancient hieroglyphics to graffiti painted pictures
I study, I know the scriptures but nowaday ain't it vicious
Date back I go beyond, check the holy Quran
To speeches at the autobahn, now we get our party on
So being benificent, I bless 'em with dialogue
They expectin' the next testament, by the God
I roam through battlezones with chrome for chaperone
Blast beat with saxophones, one of the baddest rappers known
Every country, city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto
Isle and alley and meadow, theories thorough, enough to echo
When it was one mass of land with one nash' of man
And the whole mass was ran, under one master plan
Since the world's metamorphis and the plan is kept in orbit
Turntables we spin, awkward but needles never skip off it
Rhythms we expressin', similar to our ancestors
It'll answer your questions if you understand the message
From the days of the slave choppers to the new age of prophets
As heavy as hip hop is, I'm always ready to drop it
From the mind which is one of Allah's best designs
And mines'll stand the test of time when I rhyme
The 18th Letter, the prophecy professor
I stay clever, long as the planet stay together
Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better
In new days to remember, always and forever
The 18th Letter, the prophecy professor
I stay clever, long as the planet stay together
Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better
In new days to remember, always and forever
The R baby
Title: Harlem
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): T Parson, Jim Jones, D Christo
Lyric:
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh oh
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh oh
Shot out to Taft where them killas is made
We was out on the Ave., young dealin' that gay
Tryin' to get cash pumpin' crills to get payed
Alcohol in my glass blunt filled up with haze
We congregated in front them grocery stores
Sellin' crack held gats and conversate while we smoked the raw
And sit on crates like they lay-Z boys
The strip we wait like the 80's boy
And whip up 8th in the latest toy like it's the only thing to do
You know the house parties you had to bring your crew
And you know we stay fly Pelle leather with the boots
And niggaz shake the dice and call you bet out 'fore you shoot
You lookin' scared, money fall better to the deuce
We would set up on the stoop, gettin' wet up on the stoop
And watch the dust fiends gettin' wet up off the juice
Tryin' to get up off that loot so we could get up on the coupes
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh oh
I wish Harlem Lee was still around
You know the jam packed traffic buggin' out in front of Willie's Lounge
I been doing this since Nucleus was open
Coppin', they black well who knew what we was smokin'
Took a few pulls had you movin' slow motion
Walkin' pass the Carter, now it's pokie still smokin'
And I could still picture the sports bar
Niggaz think they hot shit whippin' up in the sports car
State building jams, remember Farraqan had that fake million man
Copped the fly jackets from Carlos at the mall
Or be in King Domes poppin' bottles in the park
Don't play on 40th cause they'll rob you after dark
Wolf pack gang don't jog Central Park
F.T.W fuck the world
Drinkin' 40's got us fucked up till we earl
In this hustler's world
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh oh
Somebody tell Cuda, let me in this cherry lounge
This ain't Queens homie you surrounded by deadly grounds
And I was downtown just watchin' the caine flip
Heard a nigga from the west side was fuckin' my same bitch
But them bitches didn't care
Just tryin' to get some cash buy some sneakers fix they hair
Ride up Lennox Ave. you smell the reffer in the air
3rd Ave. viva Puerto Rico the Boricua fair
African parade every year, the whole block is there
You want raw yay, Broadway you go cop it there
Shit, and we can cruise autobahn, go buy the rawest chron
Or around the clock baby even 4 in the morn'
The summer time, we still illin' on them
God they clear the whole 7th, poppin' wheelies on them squads
Terror Squad still got the hottest team in the Rucker
Look real close, you can see it from the brucker
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato, you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh oh
Title: Pimpin' All Over The World
Album: Funeral
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, Christopher Bridges, Donnie Scantz
Lyric:
Oh yeah
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
Sing it hoes
(The world, the world, the world)
All over the world baby
It's only right that I share my experiences with ya'll
'Cause I been places you'd never imagine
But I'm gonna start at home when I see a girl I like
I walk straight up to her and I'm like
(Hey)
?Unh, hey girl how ya doin?
You are the woman that I'm really pursuin'
And I would like to get to know you
Can you give me your name?
And if you jot down your number you'll get mine in exchange?
(Hey)
?See I'm the man in this town
And I hope you wouldn't mind if I showed you around
So when you go to certain places you'll be thinkin' of me
We got people to meet and many places to see?
(Hey)
?Mmm, I'm really diggin' your lips
But be careful where you walkin' when you swingin' them hips
I'm kinda concerned you'll be causin' a crash?
With your traffic jam booty heads pausin' so fast?
(Hey)
I wouldn't trade you for the world I swear it
I like your hair in every style that you wear it
And how the colors coordinate with your clothes
From your manicured nails to your pedicured toes?
(Hey)
(Whoo, oh yeah)
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
You hear the song, so dance
Don't always think I'm tryin' to get in your pants
'Cause see me, my pimpin's in 3D
I'm takin' you places you only see on TV
(Hey)
Tryin' to show you how you livin' is trite
How many guys you know can
Bring the Travel Channel to life?
One day we on the autobahn swervin', drivin'
Next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands
(Hey)
If you wit me ain't no time to sleep
'Specially at Wet Willy's on Miami beach but
I'll drop you off and pay you no attention
If I make to Atlanta's Bronner Brothers convention
(Hey)
Then, jump in the car and just ride for hours
Makin' sure I don't miss the homecoming at Howard's
Hawaii to D.C., there's plenty women to see
So if your ass don't show up it's more women for me
Hey
(Oh yeah)
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican day parade
Then at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by the dozens at the Jazzfest
Then Mardi Gras, all the women
Tryin' to show me their chest
Hey
I'm in Jamaica spendin' massive bucks
While the ladies all beggin' me to mash it up
I had sad beginnings when I rapped with no fans
Now it's all happy endings on my lap in Japan
(Hey)
I used to think that it was way too cold
'Til I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes
Now I hit the Caribana every year in Toronto
Then fly to Illinois and get a taste of Chicago
(Hey)
Unh, oh yet and still
You wouldn't believe your eyes if you went to Brazil
(But where the best at?)
Ain't no need in even askin' bro
The best women all reside in Africa and that's real
(Hey)
(Whoo, oh yeah)
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
The fancy cars, the women and the caviar
You know who we are
?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
Sing it hoes
(The world, the world, the world)
(Hey)
Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin'
Ladies and gentlemen, as we ride out
Could we have all the real pimps please
Put both your pinky fingers high in the air?
Now ladies, look around with me
Let's see if we can't
Weed some of these niggas out
'Cause it ain't no way that
All these niggas could be pimpin'
Now if happen to see a nigga
With two sweat patches up under his arm
Look like he been swimmin' in shoulder height water
Please, tell that nigga, ?Put yo hands down?
If you smell like you been at work all day
And Drakkar, please put your hands down
Now look up at the pinky fingers
That are still in the air
If you see 'em ashy around the knuckles
Like the nigga washed half his hands
And lotioned three quarters of his body
Please say, ?Put yo hands down?
If you're spinning rims spin counter clockwise
You are not pimpin'
If you are dancin' on the dance floor
And you look to your left, and your right
And there is not a woman in sight
Guess what? You guessed it, you are not pimpin'
If your vodka and cranberry is really, really dark
Like blood, that's because you didn't order vodka buddy
And that's why it's three dollars a glass
Oh, put your hands down
Now look down, look down now I need
I need everybody, just to pull up your pant's leg one time
Ok, you see the nigga with the white socks?
Not pimpin'!
Sorry, unless you're part of the Beat It entourage
If your shoes have a buckle on ?em
Not pimpin'
Title: Why Aye Man
Artist: Mark Knopfler
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
Lyric:
We had no way of staying afloat
We had to leave on a ferryboat
Economic refugees, on the run to Germany
We had the back of Maggie's hand
Times were tough in Geordie land
We got our tools and working gear
And humped it all from Newcastle to here
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
We're the nomad tribes, traveling boys
In the dust and dirt and the wrecking noise
Drills and hammers, diggers and picks
Mixing concrete, laying bricks
There's English, Irish, Scots a lot
United Nations what we've got
Brickies, chippies, every trade
German building, British made
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Nay more work on Maggie's farm
Head away down the autobahn
Mine's a Portakabin bed
Or a bunk in a Nissen hut instead
There's plenty Deutsch marks here to earn
And German tarts are wundersch
German beer is chemical free
Germany's alright with me
Sometimes, I miss my River Tyne
But you're my pretty frylein
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry
Keep our spirit levels high
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Why aye man
Why aye, why aye man
Sometimes, I miss my River Tyne
But you're my pretty frylein
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry
Keep our spirit levels high
Sometimes, I miss my River Tyne
But you're my pretty frylein
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry
Keep our spirit levels high
