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Friday, August 20, 2010

Back From Mars - Lyrics - Aquarius - Aqua

Title: Back From Mars
Album: Aquarius
Artist: Aqua
Composer(s): Soren Rasted, Claus Norreen

Lyric:
Hey you, come with me to a world of billionaires
See me, I'm the bomb, drinking champagne down at Pierre's

All the people that I'm meeting
Are so friendly and perceiving
When they smile
Some are talking 'bout their feelings
And the stocks that they are dealing
So they cry, don't wanna say bye

I am coming back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars
And the King he is okay, he is coming home today
I am coming back from Mars, where there are no cheap cigars
And Elvis has said, that I could be just like they are

Meet the stars, they're from Mars

Baby, it's glamor, throwing bills up in the air
Back off, I'm too hot, eat the oysters if you dare

Saying hi to Mister Shoe Shine
Passes by a Missus Diva, stop and stare
This is oh so just fantastic, I will live my life in plastic
Check the hair, and see what I wear

I am coming back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars
And the King he is okay, he is coming home today
I am coming back from Mars, where there are no cheap cigars
And Elvis has said, that I could be just like they are

Meet the stars, they're from Mars

We are porno stars, sucking big cigars
We are the pop stars, we cannot play guitars

I am coming back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars
And the King he is okay, he is coming home today
I am coming back from Mars, where there are no cheap cigars
And Elvis has said, that I could be just like they are

Meet the stars
We are porno stars, sucking big cigars
They're from Mars
We are the pop stars, cannot play guitars

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Girl From Mars - Lyrics - Live At The Wireless (Live) - Ash

Title: Girl From Mars
Album: Live At The Wireless (Live)
Artist: Ash
Composer(s): Tim Wheeler

Lyric:
Do you remember the time I knew a girl from Mars?
I don't know if you knew that
Oh, we'd stay up late playing cards, Henri Winterman Cigars
Though she never told me her name
I still love you, the girl from Mars

Sitting in our dreamy days by the water's edge
On a cool summer's night
Fireflies and the stars in the sky
Gentle glowing light, from your cigarette

The breeze blowing softly on my face
Reminds me of something else
Something that in my memory has been misplaced
Suddenly all comes back and as I look to the stars

I remember the time I knew a girl from Mars
I don't know if you knew that
Oh, we'd stay up late playing cards, Henri Winterman Cigars
Though she never told me her name
I still love you, the girl from Mars

Surging through the darkness over the moonlight strand
Electricity in the air
Twisting all through the night on the terrace
Now that summer's here

I know that you are almost in love with me
I can see it in your eyes
Strange light shimmering over the sea tonight
And it almost blows my mind and as I look to the stars

I remember the time I knew a girl from Mars
I don't know if you knew that
Oh, we'd stay up late playing cards, Henri Winterman Cigars
Though she never told me her name
I still love you, the girl from Mars

Today I sleep in the chair by the window
It felt as if you'd returned
I thought that you were standing over me
When I woke there was no one there
I still love you, the girl from Mars

Do you remember the time I knew a girl from Mars?
I don't know if you knew that
Oh, we'd stay up late playing cards, Henri Winterman Cigars
Though she never told me her name

Do you remember the time I knew a girl from Mars?
I don't know if you knew that
Oh, we'd stay up late playing cards, Henri Winterman Cigars
And I still dream of you, I still love you, girl from Mars

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

10 Million Stars - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: 10 Million Stars
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Michael Gore, Dean Pitchford, Ronald A Lawrence, K Holland, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
You can call it a comeback
I lay back analyze the rhymes and realize that
Own that crown for lyrical combat
Spit more raps, to count more stacks

Kickin' back in the coup I got loops relax
I'm hotness monotonous fans is runnin' bizzack
L, please don't leave the game like thizzat never in a million years
Hell, I'll never let you down baby I drop fifty I steal gravy

And I look back on Venus
(I look)
I look back on Mars
(And)
And I burn with the fire
(Of ten)
Of ten million stars
(Guess who's back?)

And I look back on Venus
(I look)
I look back on Mars
(And)
And I burn with the fire
(Of ten)
Of ten million stars

I'm more then a conqueror double up your bets
Come and rumble with the decks
I know you had that clown picked
Mind blowin' out 'cos L still sound sick

You dream you was me I gleam lyrically
I love 'em for it it's the highest form of flattery
Doin' the buck ten chrome, skatin' on the battery
My clutch burnin' on top of the world turnin'

Rippers is just learnin' by stacks, I been earnin'
I'm the uncle, hell future of funk
Turn my joint up find out why I'm different from all these chumps
And tell your favorite rapper that I'm ready to dump
For real cat, that represented rap from the jump

And I look back on Venus
(I look)
I look back on Mars
(And)
And I burn with the fire
(Of ten)
Of ten million stars
(Guess who's back?)

And I look back on Venus
(I look)
I look back on Mars
(And)
And I burn with the fire
(Of ten)
Of ten million stars

Six figure interest on the cheddar
From music, fashion, film and television
Poppin' amaretto so what'chu got a vendetta?
I never felt better

Now forever competition
Get severed by skills you can't measure
I'm a champ you a peon
Kiss the ring begone

Known and respected on any block you be on
And be on stand there get your MD on
I chuckle 'cos there's nothin'
To waste energy on

There you have it, the uncut raw for rap addicts
Waited three years to see if L still had it
Ten million stars got beef to the deck
End of my contract I'm the last one left

And I look back on Venus
(I look)
I look back on Mars
(And)
And I burn with the fire
(Of ten)
Of ten million stars
(Guess who's back?)

And I look back on Venus
(I look)
I look back on Mars
(And)
And I burn with the fire
(Of ten)
Of ten million stars

L's worth paper dash that damn who put 'em up in that skyscraper
Ask my dogs up in old five who made a major?
L L playa, now who's next to need a paper drop a bomb on?
L's worth paper, dash that damn who put 'em up in that skyscraper
Ask my dogs up in old five who made a major?
L L playa who's next to need a paper drop a bomb on?

And I look back on Venus
I look back on Venus
(I look)
I look back on Mars
I look back on Mars
And I burn with the fire, of ten million stars

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Rapture (K-Klass Remix) - Lyrics - Blondie

Title: Rapture (K-Klass Remix)
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
Toe to toe, dancing very close
Barely breathing, almost comatose
Wall to wall, people hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back, sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face, sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, flash is cool
Francois sais pas, flashe' no do

And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars
Where the people meet

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall
Door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure

Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock"

Man to man, body muscular
Seismic decibel by the jugular
Wall to wall, tea time technology
And a digital ladder, no sign of bad luck in rapture

Well, now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on

Now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot

'Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Rapture - Lyrics - The Best Of Blondie - Blondie

Title: Rapture
Album: The Best Of Blondie
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
Toe to toe, dancing very close
Barely breathing, almost comatose
Wall to wall, people hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back, sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face, sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, flash is cool
Francois sais pas, flashe' no do

And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars
Where the people meet

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall
Door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure

Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock"

Man to man, body muscular
Seismic decibel by the jugular
Wall to wall, tea time technology
And a digital ladder, no sign of bad luck in rapture

Well, now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on

Now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot

'Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!

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Rapture (Remix) - Lyrics - Blondie

Title: Rapture (Remix)
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
Toe to toe, dancing very close
Barely breathing, almost comatose
Wall to wall, people hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back, sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face, sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, flash is cool
Francois sais pas, flashe' no do

And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars
Where the people meet

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall
Door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure

Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock"

Man to man, body muscular
Seismic decibel by the jugular
Wall to wall, tea time technology
And a digital ladder, no sign of bad luck in rapture

Well, now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on

Now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot

'Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Rapture (Original Promo Single Version) - Lyrics - Blondie

Title: Rapture (Original Promo Single Version)
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
Toe to toe, dancing very close
Barely breathing, almost comatose
Wall to wall, people hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back, sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face, sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, flash is cool
Francois sais pas, flashe' no do

And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars
Where the people meet

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall
Door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure

Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock"

Man to man, body muscular
Seismic decibel by the jugular
Wall to wall, tea time technology
And a digital ladder, no sign of bad luck in rapture

Well, now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on

Now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot

'Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!

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Rapture (Teddy Riley Remix) - Lyrics - Blondie

Title: Rapture (Teddy Riley Remix)
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
Toe to toe, dancing very close
Barely breathing, almost comatose
Wall to wall, people hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back, sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face, sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, flash is cool
Francois sais pas, flashe' no do

And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars
Where the people meet

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall
Door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure

Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock"

Man to man, body muscular
Seismic decibel by the jugular
Wall to wall, tea time technology
And a digital ladder, no sign of bad luck in rapture

Well, now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on

Now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot

'Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Shut Yer Face - Lyrics - Hi-Fi Serious - A

Title: Shut Yer Face
Album: Hi-Fi Serious
Artist: A
Composer(s): Daniel Carter, Jason Perry, Giles Benjamin Perry, Perry Adam John Mark Andrew Chapman

Lyric:
So come out fighting, seconds out
Who's the daddy? Well there's no doubt
Got one thing on your brain, you all act the same
But you're alright
'Cos you are from Venus and I am from Mars
You want your penis as big as your car
Not so good in the sack so what, d'ya want your money back?
'Coz you're alright

It's just as far as you can go, without comin' back again
Yeah, you know I'm right so shut yer face
I bet you think you own the place
It's just as far as you can go, without comin' back again
Yeah, you know I'm right so shut yer face
You never listen anyway

It's the way that you're scratching your balls when you walk
You wait till I'm watching the football and then you talk
You're never wrong, so bring it on
'Cos you're alright
'Cos I come from Venus and you are from Mars
You buy me panties that don't match my bra
Why so long in the bathroom? Baby I have to
Then you're alright

It's just as far as you can go, without comin' back again
Yeah, you know I'm right so shut yer face
I bet you think you own the place
It's just as far as you can go, without comin' back again
Yeah, you know I'm right so shut yer face
You never listen anyway

So come on
Smacking you, whacking you, flat out attacking you
Beating you down with my words over you
Too hot to handle maybe you're mental
You're alright

It's just as far as you can go, without comin' back again
Yeah, you know I'm right so shut yer face
I bet you think you own the place
It's just as far as you can go, without comin' back again
Yeah, you know I'm right so shut yer face
You never listen anyway

It's just as far as you can go, without comin' back again
Yeah, you know I'm right so shut yer face
I bet you think you own the place
It's just as far as you can go, without comin' back again
Yeah, you know I'm right so shut yer face
You never listen anyway

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Bag It Up - Lyrics - Schizophonic - Geri Halliwell

Title: Bag It Up
Album: Schizophonic
Artist: Geri Halliwell
Composer(s): Andrew Watkins, Paul Wilson, Geri Halliwell

Lyric:
I like chocolate and controversy
He likes Fridays and bad company
I like midnight, it's when I'm in the mood
But he likes the morning, that's when he's rude

Just a bad case of opposite sex
Have to look to the stars
All we need is a little respect
'Cause men are from Venus and girls are from Mars

Bag it up, don't drop the baby
Boot him out, no buts or maybe
Wind him up and make him crazy

Take him back, don't drop the baby
Spin him out no buts or maybe
Do your thing, come on lady, lady

I don't take sugar on my color TV
Yet he likes it loaded with eye candy
I need some space and he needs a room
But then he keeps me waiting by leaving too soon

Just a bad case of opposite sex
Have to look to the stars
All we need is a little respect
'Cause men are from Venus and girls are from Mars

Bag it up, don't drop the baby
Boot him out, no buts or maybe
Wind him up and make him crazy

Take him back, don't drop the baby
Spin him out no buts or maybe
Do your thing, come on lady, lady

Treat him like a lady, treat him like a lady
Tease him, please me, chase me, yeah

Just a bad case of opposite sex
Have to look to the stars
All we need is a little respect
'Cause men are from Venus and girls are from Mars

Bag it up, don't drop the baby
Boot him out, no buts or maybe
Wind him up and make him crazy

Take him back, don't drop the baby
Spin him out no buts or maybe
Do your thing, come on lady

Treat him like a lady
Treat him like a lady
Treat him like a lady

Treat him like a lady
Treat him like a lady
Treat him like a lady

You know what to do now, you're in control
Who's wearing the trousers now?
Treat him like your lady and spit him out
Make him cry, take him

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Back On Earth - Lyrics - Mark Wills

Title: Back On Earth
Artist: Mark Wills
Composer(s): Skip Ewing, Donny Kees

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Lyric:
Well, I hit the charts and I took a trip
On this silver eagle rocket ship
Hey, now look at me, I'm hanging with the stars
And I've tried my hardest not to change

But everyone around keeps acting strange
People look at me like I'm a man from Mars
That's what I told her through the sound check noise in Kansas
And the satellite relayed me this reply

Back on earth
There's a woman who's wishing
An ordinary man was sitting in the kitchen
Drinking her coffee after loving her all night long

Back on earth
There's a brown-eyed baby
Who's old enough now to tell me all the ways
She's needing her daddy

And wondering when he's coming home
Now I'm out in space here wondering if it's worth
Everything I'm missing
Back on earth

But I played the show and the crowd went wild
I shared my heart and the good Lord smiled
And I thanked them all for being kind to me
In the morning, there's another town

With a hotel room where we touch down
Where I'll face the situation's gravity
As I navigate the milky way, I contemplate the dues I pay
Could there be another way, God, I love to sing and play

Back on earth
There's a woman who's wishing
An ordinary man was sitting in the kitchen
Drinking her coffee after loving her all night long

And back on earth
There's a brown-eyed baby
Who's old enough now to tell me all the ways
She's needing her daddy

And wondering when he's coming home
And I'm out in space here wondering if it's worth
Everything I'm missing
Back on earth

Yeah, I'm up in space here wondering if it's worth
Everything I'm missing
Back on earth

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Escapism - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Escapism
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Gregory Allen Webster, Keith Omar Murray, Leroy Bonner, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin R Pierce, Norman B Napier, Reggie Noble, Marshall Eugene Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks

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Lyric:
High as a motherfucker
Zonin' on cloud nineteen as the Def Squad takes you
On another eerie place of a dark side
Yes

I escape from the world
To show niggaz that my style is superb
For what it's worth, I'm gettin' off planet Earth
But I gotta redefine gravity first

So I figure, I get my guns and I bust the biggest cap
From the demand of the trigger
I'm equipped to dip with a knapsack
And a survival kit with blunts n' shit, word

I'm in all black with a face money
Wanna double to NASA, to hijack a space shuttle
More ages than curiosity
I enter the back door with animosity, yeah, here's Murray

Searchin' for the astronauts, checkin' my watch
Determined the time I had to be out
I saw my prey without a second delay
Suited up, strapped down, straight and on my way
For five seconds to liftoff I was in the Hell
when I escaped from the world

I escaped from the world
I escaped from the world
I escaped from the world
I escaped from the world

So far, I went through a Milky Way of stars
And landed on my destination, which was Mars, whoa, shit
This planet was foreign and new
As I'm puffin' on a blunt, observin' the view

To my surprise, a spaceship arrived
Out came a Martian with six fingers and three eyes
He spoke a bleeky type of dialect
(Bleek, bleek, bleek, bleek, bleek, bleek)
But understood my form of intellect

I said, "I'm Keith Murray from the planet Earth
Boy, I'm psychosomatic and homicidal with a verse"
My hypercritical form of words busts his brains
And then the whole atmosphere changed, what the fuck?

I was surrounded by some Martians in the hut about to front
I used my last resort and pulled out the Blunts
Lit it, got the whole Martian crew blitted
So now's my chance to try to get acquitted

I said, "I escaped from the planet Earth
To let my mind untwirl because I'm mad at the world
And the murder wasn't premeditated
My language was just misinterpreted"

One acknowledge, I'm right and pulled out the peace pipe
Aight? About to set the vibes right
He lit it with his finger, I smelled the Martian Buddha linger
I felt good 'cause I released some anger

No sooner than the cease of the herb ignite
I was headed back to Earth at the speed of light
Upon my return niggaz thought I was in jail
Nah kids, I escaped from the world

As we zone, on the cosmic type of funk
(Escapism y'all)
We drop mad flows, for the 1990's
(Escapism y'all, escapism y'all)

The Funk Doctor Spock signin' off live
(Escapism y'all, escapism y'all, escapism y'all)
This is how we do
(Escapism y'all, escapism, escape from the world)
Flows enough for the nineteen nineties and we out
(Escapism y'all)

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Fallen Star - Lyrics - Latoiya Williams

Title: Fallen Star
Artist: Latoiya Williams
Composer(s): Michael Angel Saulsberry, Priest Joseph Brooks

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Lyric:
I never said that you had to offer the world to me
I didn't think that you could, no
I can't recall asking you to promise these things to
Me
I didn't think that you should, no

No one could ever persuade me from comin' around too
Long
Even though it sounds, sounds so good
But good is only as good as {How much you give me
Boy}
But there is not too much that I can see, what
Happened

What happened to the way (We used to be)
You used to love me, baby (Yeah)
I wish down deep to find a way (To bring it back to
Me)
No chance for love (When there's no guarantee)
My mother said we need to wait
I wish that we could find a way (To bring it back to
Me)

You promised me Saturn, Venus and Mars
But all I got was bullshit and a fallen star (Fallen
Star)
Out of this world (Yeah ), galaxy so far (So far)
Constellation tells me it's not from the heart

Something tells me it's not really (Meant to be you
And me)
Boy, you kill me with those silly (Games you play)
So I prepare myself for the worse, so when it comes
I will surely understand, but please tell me, what
Happened

What happened to the way (We used to be)
You used to love me, baby (Hey )
I wish down deep to find a way (To bring it back to
Me)
No chance for love (When there's no guarantee)
My mother said we need to wait
I wish that we could find a way (You promised me)

You promised me Saturn, Venus and Mars
But all I got was bullshit and a fallen star (Out of
This world)
Out of this world, galaxy so far (Oh )
Constellation tells me it's not from the heart (You
Promised me)

You promised me Saturn, Venus and Mars
But all I got was bullshit and a fallen star (Out of
This world)
Out of this world (Galaxy), galaxy (So far) so far (So
Far)
Constellation tells me it's not from the heart (You
Promised me, you promised me)

Something tells me it's not really
Boy, you kill me with those silly
Something tells me it's not really
Boy, you kill me with those silly

Whoa ho
Whoa
You promised me, darling
You, you
Yeah

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Mama'S Got A Girlfriend - Lyrics - Live From Mars - Ben Harper

Title: Mama'S Got A Girlfriend
Album: Live From Mars
Artist: Ben Harper
Composer(s): Ben Harper

Lyric:
Papa, he left home today
He says he ain't comin' back again
He says he ain't gonna be nobody's second best
Just 'cause mama's got a special kind of friend

Papa, he left home today
He says he ain't comin' back no more
He says he ain't gonna take no damn back seat
And how could mama do him so low

But mama's got a girlfriend now, boy
Mama's got a girlfriend now
Mama's got a girlfriend
Yeah, she's got a true friend
Mama's got a girlfriend now

You see mama don't watch your damn football
And your beer drinkin' just won't do
You're just stayin' out late and you're preachin' the hate
And you never have been true

You see, mama she wanted somebody
Who will let her be herself
So she's leavin' you and your stinky damn ways
'Cause she's found somebody else

And mama's got a girlfriend now, boy
Mama's got a girlfriend now
Mama's got a girlfriend
Yeah, she's found a true friend
Mama's got a girlfriend now

Papa, he left home today
Wavin' his hands and cryin'
You could tell by the sound and the tone in his voice
That his heart was slowly dyin'

But mama said, "Boy, if I ever
Catch you here again
You ain't never gonna have nobody else
Not a woman or a man"

And mama's got a girlfriend now, boy
Mama's got a girlfriend now
Mama's got a girlfriend
Yeah, she's found a true friend
Mama's got a girlfriend now

Mama's got a girlfriend now, boy
Mama's got a girlfriend now
Mama's got a girlfriend
Yeah, she's found a true friend
Mama's got a girlfriend
Yeah, she's found a true friend now

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Destroy Rebuild - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Destroy Rebuild
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Scott Larock, L Parker, Nasir Jones, M Risko, P Hendricks

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Lyric:
This is a journey into the worlds most largest
And notorious projects, Queensbridge
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most
Cowardest rappers

He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile
Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories
First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory
Hung around my mans like he a big Trevor
Trevor's still locked up, likes getting his cheddar
Cory changed his name to Arr, whatever
Corn chip, buckwheat lookalike, its mega

Right Mega was his name sorry about that
But it's so hard to put a cowards name in my rap
Always acting tough, a jokester be fronting
He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothing
But that's Nas always looking out for breadrin'
'Cause when breadrin' they return love they don't stress him
'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real
Still laughing to the bank and shit

Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack
Def Jam now that he signed a contract
Now he got jealous and mad at my shine
Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind
Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid
Mega, for the record, you could suck my dick
Bitch you from around the way it's sad what this do to me
But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill us
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So now since we on the subject of traders and flunkies
Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood dummies
Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot
It's like King Arthur and knight Sir Lance-a-lot
Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul
Before I woulda told you, Prodigy's my dog
Through the ups and downs, robberies and all
Though I always knew he wanted my downfall

He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me
Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry
You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q B
Nature moved to Marcy
Man dick riding nature, nothing else to say
Man nature moved to Mars, back with ass niggas in fear
Fuck them niggas go head with the progam man proceed

Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief
Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks
Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger
Just fills me, when niggas let out of town to set shot
And get filthy rich, it's just not
No more morals, no loyalty, no more community
Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So nowI put the name on the map after Marly and Shan
QB before the Roc had one jam
Before the Death Row and Bad Boy Beef
Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard
Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed
P how many times natures shamed that
Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back

They don't respect you a check's due for me for your fame
Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying your name
Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be king
Even Jigga want the crown, honestly poor thing
I'm representing Queensbridge U S A
Where two SK's go off every day new flesh lay
All you little roaches and rats
Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back, so haters say

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

{So now they say the bridge is over my dick, bridge'll never be over
Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard
I'm the William Wallace of this shit
Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man
You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggas
From out your circle, you can't save everybody
Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga
Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real}

{And thats real, ayo nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man
I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two
I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or don't even rep this man
Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? There's real gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
Why you never bucking, where you be at man?
All of a sudden you the motherfuckin' Neo Brown of the fucking hood
Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines}

{Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth
Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroying and rebuilding
That means the cowards get out and the real niggas stay
Niggas been hating me since I been nine, shining
With suede motherfucking ballets on in silks
I'ma always be the young don, don't be like the niggas on the other side
Hating me 'cause I'm beautiful, real niggas in Queensbridge
You niggas come up and get this money and move on baby, QB}

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Generation Efx - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Generation Efx
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Angel Aguilar, Willie Hines, James Peterik, Eric Sermon, Parrish Smith, Frank Sullivan, Andre Weston

Lyric:
Biggidee back from vacation
Here to rock the whole nation
Diggie Das EPMD invasion

Down diffa don down diffa do wiggidee one two
Till we do wiggidee rock the Fubu
The official launch the missile

Blow the whistle at the art official
Miggidee mix sure to South Central
Forget you like amnesia biggidee 'bove the reefa
Cheap but Das came to please ya

Take the Bever, now we back, son, tougher action
Zoom Das, zoom Das, satisfaction
Biggidee back pop popular, hip hoppin' 'em
The Hit Squad, Def Squad still rockin' 'em

It's every time we rock a bomb, we get ya mind open
The mic's blazin', smokin', he was chokin'
We don't remove walls, boom Docks, plus the sua
We bring it to ya, we nightmare like Freddy Krueger

So call me drama, trauma, slash comma, no one to bomba
E-tracks like [Incomprehensible] from Def Jam
The East West check my street breath, no weak steps
Or rest with the [Incomprehensible] check my repetoir

Mangin' on the reservoir, I'm eatin' caviar
Ey, yo, I'm really try to do this far
EPMD and Das Efx cold blazin' it, no face in it
Got the whole world chasin' it, the scream show up

Never rock you like my boa, the ill flow up
Came back 'cause we knowed ya, another go' round
Grab the mic, put the flow down, you court mo'
G minus 7, we 'bout to bring now

Represent my generation
Here we go, all we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough
Represent my generation
Here we go, all we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough

Diggidee, yes, yes, yo, to the beat yo
No matter what the game, before you walk you got to crawl
Long term plannin', I make ya bounce like a Mars, line affects candy
And let the music play like zany

And feeds your eyes and what you never thought you see again
Diggidee Das and nigga the EPMD again
Ask the mildest skill, we built to puff trees
And with ya now Hit Squad, Kansas, the Diggidee suck D's

All my niggaz squeeze, jiggaz get hot, we freeze
Niggaz in the street keep figgaz, can't fuck with these niggaz
Show stop us, we off the Baileys and the ruckus
Dread not a rasta, I'll be back Asta

What the deal is, son, ain't this some shit?
Caps frontin' for I even come out this bitch
You forget who we are? Recognize, we spark the Benz
Then split the game to the kids

Now you wanna act like my crew, never happen
I've payed the way for rappin', last era
You can say what you want, I sit back and front
The money, the jewels, the hoe, clothes, you know

Friends and fools can tell ya so about the lyrical, spiritual
More it's the miracle, fly individual
EPMD and Das Efx might checkin' it
Side checkin' it

Represent my generation
Here we go, all we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough
Represent my generation
Here we go, all we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough

Represent my generation
Here we go, all we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough
Represent my generation
Here we go, all we wanna do is flow
All we know is get the dough

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Forgiven - Lyrics - Live From Mars - Ben Harper

Title: Forgiven
Album: Live From Mars
Artist: Ben Harper
Composer(s): Ben Harper

Lyric:
I will wait like nothing
I have ever waited for
I will catch your tears from falling
Until from my hands they fall
You can leave me abandoned
I'll be here if you want back in
Like the rest I have been branded
Far beneath the skin
So far beneath the skin

You shall be, you shall be, you shall be forgiven
You shall be, you shall be, you shall be forgiven

Here I have been standing
While the time has come and gone
I tried singing to you
But you turned my words to stone
Here I have been waiting
It seems for quite a while
Changed all my reflections
But inside I'm still just a child
But inside still just a child

You shall be, you shall be, you shall be forgiven
You shall be, you shall be, you shall be forgiven

These eyes weren't made for crying
This love wasn't made to waste
These arms weren't made for battle
But to share your warm embrace

You shall be, you shall be, you shall be forgiven
You shall be, you shall be, you shall be forgiven

You shall be, you shall be, you shall be forgiven
You shall be, you shall be, you shall be forgiven

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Jazz - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Jazz
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): J Davis, Freeman Mcgriff A Muhammad, O'Leary M Taylor, Thompso

Lyric:
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz

We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz

Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound

Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends

So push it along, trails we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip hop on a brand new twist

A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic
So low key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they bowed

So raise up squire, address your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool out breed

Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene
With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk

I don't really mind if it's over your head
'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer

We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz

We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz

Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' come straightway

How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again
All through the years, my mic has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?

I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing

I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing and chat, I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack

I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear
Stop look and listen but please, don't stare

So jet to the store and buy the LP
On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four man crew
And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too

Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa
'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done

So peace to that crew and peace to this crew
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you
Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up
Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut

Back and forth just like a Cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme
Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline

The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass
'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz
It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground
In the one six below, ya didn't have to go

Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
"What? What?? Now check it out

All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop
That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop

Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop
I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop
And to the JB's, ya don't stop
And De La Soul, ya don't stop

To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop
And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop
To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop
Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop

Everybody in the place, ya don't stop
Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the Zulu nation

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Jazz (We'Ve Got...)(Re-Recording) - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Jazz (We'Ve Got...)(Re-Recording)
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): J Davis, Freeman Mcgriff A Muhammad, O'Leary M Taylor, Thompso

Lyric:
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz

Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass, 'cuz the prose is profound
Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beamer or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends

So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with the homie-alistic
So low-key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they bowed

So raise up squire, adjust your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene
Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
Or staring into space when ya feelin' berserk

I don't really mind if it's over your head
'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer

We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz

Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' come straightway
How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again
All through the years my mike has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?

I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri mix tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat, I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack

I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
So jet to the store, and buy the LP
On Jive or RCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skeff Anselm, he gets props too

Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequot
'Cuz where I come from quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done
So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you

Hey yo but wait, back it up, huh, easy back it up
Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut
Back and forth just like a Cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
To the music 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme
Now I gotta scat and get mine, underlined

The jazz, the what? The jazz to move that ass
'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizazz
It's the universal sound, best to brothers on the ground
And the ones six below, ya didn't have to go
Some say that I'm a sinner cuz I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
"What what what" check it out

All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
That includes the Bronx an' Harlem ya don't stop
Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
I say because Ladies First ya don't stop
And to the JB's, ya don't stop
And De La Soul, ya don't stop

To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop
And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop
To my man Large Professor ya don't stop
Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop
Everybody in the place ya don't stop
Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the Zulu nation

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