Bird In A Cage - Lyrics - Old 97'S

Title: Bird In A Cage
Artist: Old 97'S
Composer(s): Murray Hammond, Phillip Peeples, Stewart Miller, Kendall Bethea

Lyric:
I left you last night on the left coast
I'm writin' you a letter right now
The things that you do are rendering you
Something I can't live without

Maybe maybe I've got a pulse now
Maybe my heart's on fire
A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

Left you last night on the left side
The land of the free to be burned
Well the heat of your touch is makin' it such
That I've forgotten everything I've learned

Maybe maybe I've got a problem
Maybe my heart's a liar
A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

Yeah a bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire
And I may be a bird in a cage
But it least it's your cage
And I may be a bird in a cage
But it least it's your cage

Left you last night on the left half
Of the bed, the half that used to be mine
The way that you sleep is the image I'll keep
Always on the edge of my mind

Maybe maybe I've got a reason
For livin' even though I'm so tired
A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

Yeah a bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire
And I may be a bird in a cage
But it least it's your cage
And I may be a bird in a cage
But it least it's your cage

Maybe maybe you are the only
One my heart's desired
A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

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Rain Bird - Lyrics - Love And Rockets

Title: Rain Bird
Artist: Love And Rockets
Composer(s): Kevin Haskins, Daniel Ash, David J Haskins

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Lyric:
Rain bird dives through the hole in a broken guitar
Rain bird sings a song so sad in blue
Like a stranded insect stuck in a bowl of glue
He tries to fly but he will die, if he ever leaves the zoo

Rain bird
Rain bird

Rain bird swoops through the chimney pots and rain
Rain bird flies to the edge of a gilded cage
Hiding in the spotlights of a famous stage
He tries to become invisible, whilst stealing the front page

Rain bird
Rain bird

Rain bird
Rain bird

When you were a boy, you used to wish for this
But like the cat who turns his nose up at the dish
Now that you have it, you want to give it away
When you had to work so hard
Slogging for a pittance in a boot and shoe yard
That's when you wanted what you now give away

Rain bird
You're all the rage bird
Rain bird
You're all the rage bird

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The Gift - Lyrics - Sweet Is the Melody - Aselin Debison

Title: The Gift
Album: Sweet Is the Melody
Artist: Aselin Debison
Composer(s): Stephanie Davis

Lyric:
A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for to rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken wing lay

A few moments passed till she saw it
For its feathers were covered with sand
And soon cleaned and wrapped it was traveling
In the warmth of Maria?s small hand

She happily gave her last peso
On a cage made of rushes and twine
She fed it loose corn from the market
And watched it grow stronger with time

Now the gift-giving service was coming
And the church shone with tinsel and light
And all of the town folk brought presents
To lay by the manger that night

There where diamonds, incense and perfume
And packages fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a small cage
Maria had nothing to bring

She waited till just before midnight
So no one would see her go in
And crying she knelt by the manger
For her gift was unworthy of him

Then a voice spoke to her through the darkness
?Maria, what brings you to me?
If the bird in the cage is your offering
Open the door, let me see?

So she trembled, she did as he asked her
And out of the cage the bird flew
Soaring up into the rafters
On a wing that had healed good as new

Just then the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird started to sing
A song that no words could recapture
For its beauty was fit for a king

Now Maria felt blessed just to listen
To that cascade of notes sweet and long
As her offering was lifted to heaven
By the very first nightingale?s song

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Beast And The Harlot - Lyrics - Live in the Lbc & Diamonds in the Rough (W/Dvd) - Avenged Sevenfold

Title: Beast And The Harlot
Album: Live in the Lbc & Diamonds in the Rough (W/Dvd)
Artist: Avenged Sevenfold
Composer(s): Zachary James Baker, Brian Elwin Haner, Matthew Charles Sanders, James Owen Sullivan

Lyric:
This shining city built of gold
A far cry from innocence
There's more than meets the eye 'round here
Look to the waters of the deep

A city of evil

There sat a seven-headed beast
Ten horns raised from his head
Symbolic woman sits on his throne
But hatred strips her and leaves her naked

The beast and the harlot

She's a dwelling place for demons
She's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird
And makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings
Fallen now is Babylon the great

The city dressed in jewels and gold
Fine linen, myrrh and pearls
Her plagues will come all at once
As her mourners watch her burn

Destroyed in an hour

Merchants and captains of the world
Sailors navigators too
Will weep and mourn this loss
With her sins piled to the sky

The beast and the harlot

She's a dwelling place for demons
She's a cage for every unclean spirit every filthy bird
And makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings
Fallen now is Babylon the great

The day has come for all us sinners
If you're not a servant, you'll be struck to the ground
Flee the burning, greedy city
Looking back on her to see there's nothin' around

I don't believe in fairy tales and no one wants to go to Hell
We've made the wrong decision and it's easy to see
Now if you wanna serve above or be a king below with us
Your welcome to the city where your future is set forever

She's a dwelling place for demons
She's a cage for every unclean spirit every filthy bird
And makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings
Fallen now is Babylon the great

She's a dwelling place for demons
She's a cage for every unclean spirit every filthy bird
And makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings
Fallen now is Babylon the great

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Hey Teacher - Lyrics - Best Little Secrets Are Kept - Louis Xiv

Title: Hey Teacher
Album: Best Little Secrets Are Kept
Artist: Louis Xiv
Composer(s): Jason Staehler Hill, Brian Joseph Karscig

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Lyric:
You keep on telling me these pretty little lies
Well, I?m just a man and want you instead of the drugs that get me high
You keep on telling me these pretty little lies
Well, I, I?m just a man and want you instead of the drugs that get me high

You?re all around me like a freight elevator
You put things in me and say, "I?ll see you later"
Every time I raise the courage up to talk
My teacher says go to the board with a piece of chalk
I?ll never talk out of turn again in class

Will be alright if I see you tonight
But I feel like a bird in a cage
For you to notice me, well I?d take out a knife
Suicide right on the stage

I?m like a fish on a hook
Water splash into the brook
Well, teacher says she?s twice my age
Hey, teacher could you ease my pain?

I can only watch you so long
I can only watch you so long, so long

You keep on telling me these pretty little lies
Well, I?m just a man and want you instead of the drugs that get me high
You keep on telling me these pretty little lies
Well, I, I?m just a man and want you instead of the drugs that get me high
I?ll never talk out of turn again in class

Will be alright if I see you tonight
Well, I feel like a bird in a cage
For you to notice me, well I?d take out a knife
Suicide right on the stage

I?m like a fish on a hook
Water splash into the brook
Well, teacher says she?s twice my age
Hey, teacher could you ease my pain?

I can only watch you so long
I can only watch you so long, so long
I can only watch you so long
I can only watch you so long, so long

Who?s your teacher?s pet?

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Short Skirts - Lyrics - Baby Bash

Title: Short Skirts
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Carlos Coy, Nathan Perez, Russell Lee Atkins, Ronald Ray Bryant

Lyric:
Come on now, why you wanna do us like that girl
Come on now, got a skirt pulled up to your crack girl
Come on now, I love it when you show us that cat girl
Come on now, later on after barking and chat girl

Come on now, look at you freaking the cage girl
Come on now, now everybody seeing them legs girl
Come on now, you got this whole place in a rage girl
Come on now, can your boy get at least a little page girl

Come on now, let your back break I can't wait
To see you in them high heels, making the track shake
I stack weights, so you know money ain't a thang though
It's Baby Bash, Superman in a Kango

I like the short skirts, short skirts
I love the boppers in the short skirts, short skirts
Rolling on choppers in the shorts skirts, short skirts
My little mama's in a short skirts, short skirts

And H-Town love the short skirts, short skirts
And California love the short skirts, short skirts
And Arizona love the short skirts, short skirts
And Oklahoma love the short skirts, short skirts
And Sanitone

I walk in the club, in my big black boots
I look around and see em all flock in a group
Dancing in a circle, but I'm slow as a turtle
'Cause I be sipping on syrup until my tongue turn purple

I just did a show, for ten thousand mo'
I'ma go buy a diamond for my pinky toe
And if that diamond ring don't shine
I'ma hit somebody baby mama from behind

She get it free, she don't need no I.D. she V.I.P.
Join the booty contest, and walk away with a G
Oh mi-oh-ma, oh ma-oh-mi
She got the shortest skirt in history

I think she's a les, she does what I says
Look how she freaking young Happy Perez
She's the best, she love me even though I'm a nut
'Cause I be counting so much cash, I get paper cuts

I like the short skirts, short skirts
I love the boppers in the short skirts, short skirts
Rolling on choppers in the shorts skirts, short skirts
My little mama's in a short skirts, short skirts

And Colorado love the short skirts, short skirts
And in Chicago love the short skirts, short skirts
And Dallas, Texas love the short skirts, short skirts
And Las Vegas love the, short skirts, short skirts

I love to see you pop pop, up and down just like a drop top
Whoop wop, mama cita you looking too hot
You shop, as by wild on fire
I ain't gone lie, I wanna play with that tie
'Cause I'm a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade

We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one that bought Cinderella, her glass slippers
Paint drippers, skirt rippers, city slickers
All these fly strippers, just wanna lick us
They kiss us, they hug us, short skirts by the dozens
I done went through all her sisters and cousins

Short skirts, short skirts, the Big Apple love the
Short skirts, short skirts, and Florida love the
Short skirts, short skirts, and Albuquerque love the
Short skirts, short skirts, Louisiana love the

Short skirts, short skirts, and Alabama love the
Short skirts, short skirts, and Kansas City love the
Short skirts, short skirts, and Mississippi love the
Short skirts, short skirts, and Michigan love the

Short skirts, short skirts, and Salt Lake City love the
Short skirts, short skirts, and in Seattle love the
Short skirts, short skirts, them black girls with a
Short skirts, short skirts, them white girls with a

Short skirts, short skirts, and Filipinas love the
Short skirts, short skirts, sexy Latinas love the
Short skirts, short skirts, Samoan girls love the
Short skirts, short skirts, and my colitas with a

Short skirts, short skirts, and my fahitas love the
Short skirts, short skirts, and Baby Beeshy love the
Short skirts, short skirts, and SPM love the
Short skirts, short skirts, and Happy P love the
And shout out she love the

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Roll Again - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Roll Again
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, David Shears, Ronald Wilson, Homer Banks, Vito Tisdale, Ernest Franklin, Kenneth Anthony, Carl Hampton, Brian Scott, Raymond Jackson, Mr Dj Melvin Adams

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Lyric:
Niggaz was goin' crazy with me, it was our first video, nigga
You know we was gone' come back to the country road
I don't know, yea, y'all, y'all ready to roll again?
Wuss up, let's ride then, ah, yup, hit 'em

Way before platinum there was a place we used to go
And ride for hours at a time on a country road
Whatever's troublin', you can let it go
I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it

Simply sayin', "Mr. Water, what is it that you runnin' from?"
Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you hummin' for?"
Now knowin' why the caged bird sings is wishin' to be free
Reminded myself of life and it's hold on me

Touring, the children, women, sexual resistance
Religion means so much to me, the church don't see enough of me
This way, that way, bendin' corners tryin' to get away
Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day

Back in the car now, headed for the liquor store
God, what a vivid scene, diggin' what I just seen
Rolled up another one, still in a daze though
Gassed up at the Mini mart my mind on the country roads

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

Yo, we off in these backwoods caddy hoggin', nappy dang, ain't no joke
We glad they robbin' rap imposers for they problem no hope
It's cutthroat, we hungry starvin', chargin' for the front do'
You want mo'? We smoke and sparkin', jokers like the blunt go

Been shovin' folk for plenty miles, yes, I'm the type to grin and bear it
The second chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and spirits
Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rollin' river
Grab a rose and took me to a place, au revoir, I'm rollin' scriptures

Man these country roads makin' me zone out
Ridin' through all the bullshit that poppa would scold 'bout
But soon as my hustle got good I showed out
Quick to jump, I, 24, come back with plenty mo'

By '97 I was smokin' perfecto
The chains and the Willie Esco was the dresscode
We lost our littlest cousin Gwin, a skidrow
Tony Renfrow, rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss y'all

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

Dude what the hell are we doin'?
Back deep on these country roads blowin', gettin' in touch with my mind
No worries just striped lines and curve filled signs
When all the events throughout the day, good or bad somehow rewind
While I recline in my Cadillac seats

Hit the trees and press repeat
And let the melody of these windy roads keep my soul upbeat
No destination proposed
Just ridin' these country roads

Listen, this killer's that's willin' to catch a court case
Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate
Niggaz show out, go wild in the corpse cage
Blow out in the news and I don't mean the sports page
Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse cave

Fool, get down, the boy's crazy
Lil' Stille's with ambition, itchin' to fill my position
Replace me but by the Lord's grace still existin'

Should be in depression, Latrill is missin', cousins in prison
Heard Little Ricky was snitchin', now he's a born again Christian
Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions
Family members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em

See you can travel straight through two different coasts
State to state, navigate this beautiful globe
In search of a plate full of food for the soul
I could taste it when the smoke hit my nose
On a place called country roads

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

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Criminal Minded - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Criminal Minded
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): S Larock, Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
'Cause then you'll begin to master
Rhymin', rhymin', rhymin'

Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Lookin', for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience I am the lyricist
Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this

Page, a rage and I'm not in a cage
Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
Ain't here for no frontin', just to say a little somethin'
Ya suckaz don't like me 'cause you're all about nothin'

However, I'm really fascinatin' to the letter
My all around performance gets better and better
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
You need a style, I need to pull your file

I don't beg favors, you're kissin' other people's
I write and produce myself just as fast
Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
Attractin' only women, got no time for little girls

'Cause girls look so good
But their brain is not ready, I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
'Cause her mind is so steady, so here we go

I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic
I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid
But I bust more shots than they ever did

I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section
But how many times must I point you in the right direction
You need protection, when I'm on the mic
Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe

You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar
If this was a class well, it would go right under drama
See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent
Talkin' big words on the mic but still irrelevant

Especially when you're not, college material
Wake up every mornin' to your Lucky Charms cereal
DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree
Blastmaster KRS writes poetry

I won't go deeper in the subject 'cause that gets me bored
It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud
Sayin' styles like this to create a diss
But if you listen, who you dissin'? See I am a musician

Rappin' on the mic like this to me is fine
'Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine
You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded
In other words we're both criminal minded

We're not promoting violence, we're just havin' some fun
He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One
Never off-beat 'cause it don't make sense
Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense

You waited, debated and now you activated
A musical genius that could not be duplicated
See I have the formula for rockin' the house
If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth

It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple
Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled
The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E
Sayin' rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983

Well versed, to rehearse and my rhymes are my curse
Originality come first but the suckers get worse
Allow me to include I have a very stable mood
Poetic education of a high altitude

I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician
A genius when it comes to makin' music with ambition
I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed
Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record

Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
After years of rockin' parties now I picked up the knack

Because everythin' that flows from out my larynx
Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's
I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex
Is it real or is it Memorex?

I'm livin' in a city known as New York State
Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate
I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads
People with ambition and straight up musicians

Although our lives have been so uprooted
I have it included, you all get zooted
So take each letter of the KRS-One
Means knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone

You look at me and laugh, but this is your class
It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin'
So now you are awakened to the music I be makin'
Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated

Don't get frustrated 'cause nothin' has been traded
Only activated, it came out very complicated
Not separated, from my DJ, you see my voice is now faded
I'll see you folks around the way, criminal minded
Criminal minded, criminal minded, criminal minded

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Spend A Little Doe - Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Title: Spend A Little Doe
Album: Hardcore
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kimberly Jones, David Anthony Willis

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Lyric:
Baby I missed you
I missed you too
I waited a long time for this
So why you ain't come to see me, no commissary or nuttin'
I ain't wanna see my bird in no cage
But I'm ready to take care of you now
Now, after three years?
Three motherfuckin' years, nigga you know what

Hasta la vista, bye bye, kiss ya kids
It's the gangstresses, what you think this is nigga
Calm yourself, it's just a little robbery
You got strickin' with the poverties, starvin' me
Call me sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow
Spectaculous, miraculous
I practice this for a livin' like the Buddhism
Yom yom rain ge ki

Ask Tina, love ain't got shit to do with me and you
Or the 44 under the pillow with the dildo
I like to play while I'm workin'
And that's for certain, keep jerkin', I ain't done with you
Lights, camera, curtains, in a second
The show begins, invite your family and friends
They gots ta see this, oh they wouldn't believe this
You got stuck and left naked with a hard penis

It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe

It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe

I heard about the carjacks and all the contracts
Out on me by your man Big D
Stink Gucara I bought his life for 3 G's
Then some watches, then wet him like galoshes
No need to be mad they already gone
Him and your hitman had somethin' goin' on
We caught him done at the Shark Bar up in Mark's car
You know the place where the willies are always

Frontin' in they [Incomprehensible], sippin' Dom P's and Cristies
I reminisce how it used to be
On the run from police we bust shotties out of mazerattis
Bloody bodies in the telly lobbies
When in need I lie for you, cry for you
You know this down ass bitch woulda died for you
[Incomprehensible]

It don't take nuttin' for you to love me, baby
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe, yeah

It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe

And I remember, how you said you loved me
With a passion, high fashion, who you askin'
To keep the tum numb, from index to thumb
Push the V's with the Coke from the DT's
Dope take the titties from city to city
I ain't seen a G off none of them ki's
At ease, when the cops came you gave them my name
Said if Ii didn't snitch you'd make a shorty rich

Bitch I copped the one to three just to see
If all the yayo and boy carryin'
On the Peter Pan and Maryland was worth the bitch marryin'
This nigga I so worked so hard for choose my life to be hardcore
Lost in the field no more, gats I couldn't feel no more

And now I'm the shit go by the name of Lil' Kim, 'The Queen Bitch'
And Mafia's the click, instead of playin' Don Dinero
I shoulda been scheming on your cream in the meadow
Don't pay to be nice but it's nice to pay
And if you die before you wake may your soul God take

It don't take nuttin' for you to love me, baby
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe

It don't take nuttin' for you to love me, baby
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe

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Miami Shit - Lyrics - El Mariel - Pitbull

Title: Miami Shit
Album: El Mariel
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Tony Castillo, Armando Perez, Brandon Holemon

Lyric:
Introducin' Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

This to them boys on their way to Tennessee
Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem birds and 8-balls
Be careful with them ki's, don't hesitate to squeeze
Watch out for them Feds 'coz they hate y'all

Bank accounts overseas, when them Feds come for me
All they gon' find is CD's, no weight, dog
But wait, dog 'coz Pit is back, bigger, badder, stronger
It's alright, you can hate, dog

But don't be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow your motherfuckin' 'Face Off'
Who the fuck wanna face off?
'Coz I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and bang

Show the world what it means to be born and raised
In the home of the K's, that's the County of Dade
Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now they shoot AK's
So if they kick in your door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of life minus them three bitches
They don't rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I went from no pot to piss in
To gettin' taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen, listen

Cook, cook, whip, whip, chop, chop, oh
Hear the shots, don't look, stop, drop, roll
Hit the block, tell them fiends stop, cock, go
Used to be my life but not no more

Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

Take my banana clip to a banana click
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me your big old shit with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit

Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some Miami shit
That's right, that's what, that's right, that's what
That's right, I'm from Miami, bitch

I eat, sleep, shit, talk rap
See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought that
They never thought but I thought that
Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a peaka and it's brought back

High ranks to be exact, I bring it back
How you want it, from the stove or the microwave?
How you want it, high yellow or light brown
Or feel that Method Man, I got 'em fiendin' with they pipes out

Let's ride, I done reminisce on them days
When they used to jack tourists everyday in Dade
That's how JT Money got his name
Miami, all it equals is tons of cocaine

This is what we grew up and learned to do
These Cubans'll teach you 'bout a bird or two
Keep actin' like these boys won't murder you
Now here the sun ain't the only thing burnin' you

This where the bitches go two ways
Niggas love gun play and a triangle equals a one way
If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout then you from Dade
If you don't then welcome to rappin' raised the bottom

Welcome to rappin' raised the crib
Welcome to rappin' raised Magic City
Welcome to rappin' raised 305, county of Dade
Let's ride

Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Step on the gas, step on the gas
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Step on the gas, step on the gas

Take my banana clip to a banana click
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me your big old shit with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit

Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some Miami shit
That's right, that's what, that's right, that's what
That's right, I'm from Miami, bitch

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Just Like A Birthday - Lyrics - Kathryn Williams

Title: Just Like A Birthday
Artist: Kathryn Williams
Composer(s): Kathryn Williams

Lyric:
Watching cartoons, turning their bodies
Inside out
With a whack of a hammer
I?m feeding you Lemsips

For three days your body has hidden
For three days your brain has been switched off

It?s just a cold and we?re just in love
And I?ll remember this just like a birthday

The bird cage has left it?s door on the latch
The bird could fly
Whether it wants to is another cage
The cage that we?re happy with

Like a light, show the left to the right
Of car lights on the ceiling

It?s just a cold and we?re just in love
And I?ll remember this just like a birthday

It?s a scandal I?m here lots of glasses on walls
In the dark the bird shit smells worse

And I?ll remember this just like a birthday
It?s just a cold and we?re just in love
It?s just a cold and we?re just in love

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Red Morning Light - Lyrics - Youth & Young Manhood - Kings Of Leon

Title: Red Morning Light
Album: Youth & Young Manhood
Artist: Kings Of Leon
Composer(s): Angelo Petraglia, Caleb Followill, Nathan Followill

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Lyric:
You know you could've been a wonder
Takin' your circus to the sky
You couldn't take it on the tight rope
No you had to take it on the side

You always like it undercover
Tucked in between your dirty sheets
But no one's even done nuttin' to ya
And I'm between the hollers and the screams

And I said nah nah, hey hey
Another dirty bird, ain't givin' out a taste
Well, in the black of the night till the red morning light

You got your cozy little corner
All night you're jammin' on your feet
Hangin' out just like a street sign
And put a twenty dollar trick

I hear you're blowin' like a feather
And then they rub it in your face
Oh, once they've had all their fun, hun
You're at the bottom of the cage

And I said nah nah, hey hey
Another dirty bird, ain't giving out a taste
In the black of the night till the red morning light
And I said nah nah, hey hey
You're givin' all your cinnamon away
That's not right

Hey hey, another dirty bird, ain't givin' out a taste
Uh hey, keep on givin' away and givin' it away
Hey hey, you're givin' all your cinnamon away
Hey hey, you're givin' all your cinnamon away

And I said nah nah, hey hey
Another dirty bird, ain't giving out a taste
In the black of the night till the red morning light
And I said nah nah, hey hey
You're givin' all your cinnamon away
That's not right

And I said nah nah, hey hey
Another dirty bird, ain't giving out a taste
In the black of the night till the red morning light
And I said nah nah, hey hey
You're givin' all your cinnamon away
That's not right

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On My Own - Lyrics - Axxis

Title: On My Own
Artist: Axxis
Composer(s): Bernhard Weiss, Harald Oellers, Robert Mason, Walter Pietsch

Lyric:
Standing alone in a flowered field
The silence around like a quiet shield
Colorful blossoms with their pleasant smell
Carry my dreams to a wishing well

This is the place where I wanna be
Where heavenly peace is covering me
A deep golden sky so far I can see
Time gets lost in eternity

On my own
Discovering the strength I have never known
On my own
Aware of a world I've never known

I couldn't live in your perfect world
Locked in a cage like a captured bird
Drifted apart from the scheme of things
I felt like a bird with broken wings, yeah

On my own
Discovering the strength I have never known
On my own
Aware of a world I've never known
I've never known, I have never known, yeah

I knew I would lose you if I'd go and find
A world of my own to open up my mind
Now I believe in what I already knew
The wind it tells me I belong to you

On my own
Discovering the strength I've never known
On my own
Here I've realized that I belong to you

On my own
Aware of a world I have never known
On my own
Now I know I belong to you

On my own
On my own
On my own

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Fame - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: Fame
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Arabian Knight, Sulayman Ansari

Lyric:
They was told not to ride in Patty's Hearse
And stay out of Charles' Manson
Took Abraham's Lincoln through the Todd Bridges expansion
Willis Reid s a map that marks the spot showin'
On his left George Burns a blunt William's holdin'

Tara Bank ed the money that Chaka Khan ed the poor
Alicia Key ed his car for givin' Melbourne Moore
For the Redd Foxx who bought off the block, but though twice
As Debora Cox the gun 'cuz she beat Kelly's Price
When Rosa Park ed the truck on the farm that Kim Fields

Linda Tripp ed for tryna to walk in Lauryn's Hills
Water dripped outta Farrah's Fawcett in the glass
She was superfly, Curtis Mayfield her ass
Chris Tucker to a show, Ted Turner to a hoe
Robert Diggs the beat, but ain't feelin' the flow

But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's Cash
Nia Long ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom Sawyer at the Lucille Ball up at the foyer
He confronted Richard Prior to hiring his lawyer
Suge's Knight removed the rook off the board
Donna King was checked and Al Sharpton the sword

Wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
The place where stars are born

The saints marched in, Kurtis Blowing his horn
Tom Cruise D the boulevard, Chris Rock ed the song
For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning
They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon
They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean

The lone seamstress, who was schemin' on Al's Green
You know they shoot for the stars and buck wild
Like the kids in the yard who play with Jane's Child
A beautician laced Erykah's Badu
Sean Comb ed through the evidence, just to get a clue

The needle in the haystack, from outta earth this kid
The tiger would kill him once thrown in Brad's Pitt
Jesse Owen the money from the weed Bubba Sparxxx
They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's Clark
Jeffery Lyons stuck with a thorn from George's Bush

Paul Pierce d in the heart as the crowd pushed
Acting alone, Drew Barrymore bones
Of the victims, three blocks from Jim's Brownstone
They shared the same bowl, he caught Natalie's Cole d
The producer, threw the butter on Esther's Rolle

Dempsey Russel ed him down, got his jaw wide
In a instant, Brooke Shields him from the gunfire
Angie Stone D him to death, with those vocals
Keith Sweat from the workout, just from runnin' local

With cream, I ain't with the fame
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
The place where stars are born

Larry's Bird flew outta Nicholas' Cage
Joe Tex messages from Satchel's Paige
Betty Wright letters with ink from Sean's Penn
Infinite bars, you couldn't tell where the song end
Glenn Close enough to quickly duck the tapes

Richard Gere ripped while he was climbin' Bill Gates
He was a southerner, posing as a native New Yorker
The Jason Kidd took his first steps in Jimmy's Walker
He stayed on line chattin' with rap celebs

Used Bernie's Mack to search Veronica's Webb
It cost them their life for the advice you gave
Now Pete Rose lay on Vanessa's Redgrave

With cream, I ain't with the fame
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
The place where stars are born

With cream, I ain't with the fame
Fame is the measure, rap celebs
The place where stars are born

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Guitars And Tiki Bars - Lyrics - Be As You Are - Kenny Chesney

Title: Guitars And Tiki Bars
Album: Be As You Are
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Mark Tamburino, Kenny A. Chesney

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Lyric:
Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone
Tired of this tired ol' tie I got on
Sick of this traffic jam that I'm in
We all get sick of it all now and then
When I've had it up to here, I go down there

To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer, when enough is enough
It's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love

I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea
Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key
Sick of this grind and I think that I ought
To bring this grind to a grinding halt
Now I've had it up to here, let's go down there

To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer, when enough is enough
It's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love

Now I've had it up to here
Let's go down there

To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer, when enough is enough
It's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love

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Transparent Parents - Lyrics - Quarashi

Title: Transparent Parents
Artist: Quarashi
Composer(s): Solvi Blondal, Hussi Olafsson, Steinar Orri Fjeldsted

Lyric:
Well, well

Well, well I'm constantly divin' down, driving out, jivin' about
Is 'cause suckers two-faced self assured sickos
I don't get it seconds are wasted
As for the name of the game that I tasted
This is the last one, this is the end
A messenger dead and no message to send
Great wall, white whale, I strike the sun
Now its done, done, done, the word is now undone

Transparent parent, mister master
Driving a boy from his youth to disaster
Bad, bad, bad brain day and I'm blessed with the word
It comes to my head in the shape of a bird, yeah yeah
Do it again where I am in the air
Getting so drunk in my head that I care
Id est I, et Ego est he, in a low key
So what do you wanna be

I want it all again
I want it all again
I want it all again
I want it all again

Yes check it out, check, check it out

Here we're coming, speaking to the gente
Going to the loco in the quarashi juego
Pass me the mirror and I'll cut you a line
This is a sequel, I check out and shine
Now come on and every body let's get high
I'm above the clouds living a goddamn lie

But later on, I'm back at last
Their grabbing my T-shirt come on take a rest
Doing this y'all, doing that y'all
Until I stand up against something I fall
Bring out the best every days a test
Four seven temperature the last one is best

I want it all again
I want it all again
I want it all again
I want it all again

One, one, two, check this out

Here I am my friends like never before
Out in the back I'm watching the score
It's twisted, it's true but I love the sick mother
Keeping her good like there was no other
Brother, there must be a way to get through the day
Without getting stuck in the role of the prey
Oh, I am still no one locked in the cage
Trying to get back the hand that I gave

I want it all again
I want it all again
I want it all again
I want it all again

I want it all again
I want it all again
I want it all again
I want it all again

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Cuscatlan - Lyrics - Frente

Title: Cuscatlan
Artist: Frente
Composer(s): Matraca Maria Berg, Michael I Noble

Lyric:
Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky
Sweet seventeen with a faraway look in her eyes

She said, "I feel like a bird in a cage
Come September I?m flying away"
And I said, "I?m gonna miss you"
Then I made her promise to write

Since we were tall as the corn in the spring
We shared every secret, shared every dream
So anxious to grow in the new summer rain
And bloom like a rose on the Calico plains

How could she hear as we laughed
On that warm summer night
The tiny heart of the baby, she carried inside

I stood beside her when September came
Watched her get married and caught the bouquet
And like those hand me down dresses she gave me
I made her dreams mine

From a seat by the window on wings made of steel
I stared at the patchwork over the fields
Where young tears that once fell like warm summer rain
Were turning to snow on the Calico plains

Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky
Closer to thirty but farther away in her eyes
She holds her babies like she holds her dreams
Each night she kisses and rocks them to sleep
While she reads the letters, she makes me promise to write

Sweet Abilena looks out at the midwestern sky

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Calico Plains - Lyrics - Matraca Berg

Title: Calico Plains
Artist: Matraca Berg
Composer(s): Matraca Maria Berg, Michael I Noble

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Lyric:
Sweet Abilena looked out at the Midwestern sky
Sweet seventeen with a far away look in her eyes
She said "I feel like a bird in a cage but come September I'm flying away"
I said, "I'll miss you", then I made her promise to write

Since we were tall as the corn in the spring
We shared every secret, shared every dream
So anxious to grow in the new summer rain
And bloom like a rose on the Calico Plains

How could she hear as we laughed on that long summer night
The tiny heart of the baby she carried inside
I stood beside her when September came
Watched her get married, then caught the bouquet
And like those hand-me-down dresses she gave me
I made her dreams mine

From a seat by the window on wings made of steel
I stared at the patchwork over the fields
Where young tears that once flowed like warm summer rain
Were turning to snow on the Calico Plains

Sweet Abilena looks out at the Midwestern sky
Closer to thirty, but farther away in her eyes
She holds her babies like she holds her dreams
Each night she kisses and rocks them to sleep
While she reads the letters she makes me promise to write

Sweet Abilena looks out at the Midwestern sky

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Cage The Songbird - Lyrics - Blue Moves - Elton John

Title: Cage The Songbird
Album: Blue Moves
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Davey Johnstone, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
Sober in the mornin' light
Things look so much different
To how they looked last night
A pale face pressed to an unmade bed
Like flags of many nations
Flyin' high above her head

The cellophane still on the flowers
The telegram still in her hand
As whispers circulate all day
Their back-stage baby princess passed away

And you can cage the songbird
But you can't make her sing
And you can trap the free bird
But you'll have to clip her wings
'Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies
But she'll dive like an eagle when she dies

Promises of no more lies
Fell flat upon an empty stage
Before the audience arrived
A return in time to the cheaper seats
She never knew what lay beneath
Just a dated handbill they found between the sheets

Let down before the final curtain
A shallow heart that left her cold
She left in rouge upon the mirror
A circled kiss oh, to the faithful fans who'd miss her

And you can cage the songbird
But you can't make her sing
And you can trap the free bird
But you'll have to clip her wings
'Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies
But she'll dive like an eagle when she dies

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A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction - Lyrics - Letting Off The Happiness - Bright Eyes

Title: A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction
Album: Letting Off The Happiness
Artist: Bright Eyes
Composer(s): Conor Oberst

Lyric:
The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent it's light source well
How soft they speak and seem to be at peace
With the movement of the music and the madness
That's pulling me into this

And the shades of the lamps are woven red
The light, it stains and consecrates
Anointing all forgotten forms
That swirl and smoke and haunt this place

The girls in gowns all nurse the dark
Pulling it near to their swelling breasts
And watch as it seeps to their hearts
And beats within their virgin chests
And here I know seduction breeds

From wanton hearts that would seduce
And grows and spreads its vines and leaves
Embracing those who might have moved
But now remain to drink the night

From vials black and thick with steam
With intoxicating delights
Would leave you drunk inside this dream, dream
And you watch them take the light from you

And you find yourself on a velvet couch
Tasting the skin of a foreign girl
Her eyes are black and wet like oil
And she ties your hands with a string of pearls
And you tremble like a frightened bird

As she closes in and captures you
To place you in a silver cage
Deep within her poisoned womb
So once you're safe inside, she might let you out
To fly in the circles around the room

But it's always night and there is no moon
And you wonder if you are alive
And you're not sure if you want to be
But you drink her sweat like it was wine
And you lay with her on a bed of blue
And it's awful sweet like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you

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