Black Star Line - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Black Star Line
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Allen Dechalus Murph

Lyric:
Follow me, upon a Black Star Line
Off for the rest and for Brand Nubian
Now go to Africa again, watch dis!

Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind
Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind

Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind
Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind

It's the Black Star Line that's leavin' at nine
Here's a paid ticket so you can free your mind
Playgrounds is filled with visions of steel
Grab the black babies, it's time to build

See we got a mental ship somethin' like Noah's Ark
Spark your brain cell, now let's set sail
With no avail, we flowin' on a positive trip
All Nubians is welcome, male and female

I, wouldn't resort, to askin' for a passport
Love vibes rule so your black face is cool
Cool, but not frozen, a trip for the chosen few

Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Goin' to Africa, one more time
Goin' to Africa, one more time
Goin' to Africa, one more time

Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Goin' to Africa, one more time, true
Let me tell you bout Marcus Garvey
Born in Jamaica, God left him in country

He go to America to make black people free
He walk around low and just try make money
Him buy up some ship and just start for we
America or Africa and live irie

We have some man where wan gonna be
Young nasty and just licky licky
Some love Marcus Garvey, the place of peace
Or peace around it, and dem sparkle up him say

I just light up, make the first hungry
Writer no block it but just run follow me
Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Goin' to Africa, one more time

Form a line-ah, upon the Black Star Liner
Brand Nubian, tell dem one more time

As we look to the stars, they take ours
Yeah, we got fly cars but you can live in four wheels?
We need new approaches, old style is null and void
Makes me paranoid, to think
That we own the whole ocean yet we can't even drink

You couldn't swim the nine thousand so we got you a means
Of transportation, for the Nubian nation
Marcus Garvey had the idea back in the days
Doin' for self, keepin' the wealth

I gotta add on and create
Though the devil thinks
It's not the latest fashion
Navigatin' lost, somethin' like a ship's captain

Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind
Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind

Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind
Black Star Line, it's the Black Star Line
Everybody come aboard, and free your mind

When I'm ova, arms will be raised for the tom-toms
Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black
Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black
Call me proud to be black, cause I'm not tryin' to fuck

When I'm proud to be black, I'm not some young eedyot
When I'm proud to be black, I'm not some young eedyot
Be gone, I want no dem I want no dem-dem dem-dem dem-dem
Never know they wickedness they haffa come to an end

Don't take a no fey word for de white boy dem
Awayaa, tell me, all you get in de end
Awayaa, tell me, all you get isa dem
Awayaa, tell me, all you get more den dey spend

C'mon, tell de world black man entertainer
Rock dem one and rock entertained
Tell the Red Foxx style dem a get
When I'm ova, arms will be raised for the tom-toms

Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black
Push up ya arm they call ya proud to be black

Brand Nubian wanna give NUFF
Respect to the one Marcus Garvey
NUFF respect to Red Foxx
Sting International in the house

Dave Kennedy on the boards
KnowhatI'msayin'? The one Rafael
Nuff respect to the God Sincere

Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin'?
Mark the Spark is in the house
And umm, this how we work out
For the ninety-two season

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Black Elvis - Lyrics - Black Elvis / Lost In Space - Kool Keith

Title: Black Elvis
Album: Black Elvis / Lost In Space
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yeah
For the two thousand
(Two thousand)
Black Elvis
(Black Elvis)

We get raw with this
(Hand me my guitar)
Tour bus packed
(Tour bus packed)

Black Elvis, recordin' in the forty-eight-track studio
Madison Square Garden sound check, to speak direct
Fans in the upper level, backstage passes
Wearin' diamonds around my glasses, leather coat

Thirty thousand from Wilson, countin' the mill's
I'm talkin' to Andre Harrell with a chauffeur drivin' me around
In the green Rolls Royce, parked parallel on Fifth Avenue
Steppin' in Bloomingdale's, waitin' for Celine Dion to get her nails done

Tour dates start tomorrow
MCI send the cash through Wells Fargo
Black Elvis, twenty-eight G's a night
Tour bus with the Motley Crue, who gon' stop who?
Rock star don't need no tattoo

Guitar out of the sharp
Fender bass with the Stratocaster
With Prodigy, Rage Against the Machine
Flyin' over the Atlantic ocean with the potion

Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
What y'all thinkin' about?
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
Chillin' in the project hallway

Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
What y'all thinkin' about?

Tour bus painted neon green with black wheels
We do big wheels, count big head Franklin bills
Movin' up, that's when I'm Black Elvis at the Civic Center
Promoter book venues that are too small, ignore the call

Seventy thousand jam-packed arenas
With rock fans wearin' backpacks
Merchandise sell nice gold shirts with red lights
Sponsored by Dial soap and a Heineken

The biggest rock star gon' rhyme again
Roadie cases for eight months, Samsonite suitcases
Rappers comin' home with no money on the red eye with dead eyes
Stadium tickets, watch scalpers get wicked

Pull up in my limo, ejectin' your demo
(Your demo)
Stretch Lamborghinis with four doors, with four floors
Followin' right behind yours, basic Continental
Get out your rental before I get mental
(Yeah, baby)

Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
What y'all thinkin' about?
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
Chillin' in the project hallway

Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
What y'all thinkin' about?
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
Chillin' in the project hallway

Huge signs on highways, you see the biggest advertisements
I'm at [unverified] office getting my next assignment
Walk in the Sony building, grab checks
Stop in a Hilton, [unverified]

On the back of my royalty statements
My name is Matthew
Three apartments on the West
With two hundred songs

Five minutes each on Ampex reels
At the [unverified] chewin' billionaire meals
At the Apollo, can you digest?
I'm a hard act to swallow

With a Paris France model, with a real estate agent
That's building me a kid's playground in Denver, Colorado
Vacation unknown when I'm speakin' three-way with Roberto Duran
And Sugar Ray Leonard on the cellular phone
Upstate Connecticut, hold you rap style with a better grip
(I'm a rock star now)

Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
What y'all thinkin' about?
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
Chillin' in the project hallway

Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
What y'all thinkin' about?
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway
Chillin' in the project hallway

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B Boys Will B Boys - Lyrics - Black Star - Blackstar

Title: B Boys Will B Boys
Album: Black Star
Artist: Blackstar
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Green, Dante Smith, G Young

Lyric:
Yo yo, yo, whassup, yo yo
Yo yo, we gonna, we gonna slow it down
So we can speed it up y'all
Right now I want everybody come to the front
That's right, move forward
I want all the poppers and the breakers to form this circle
I want all the poppers and the breakers
The writers and the exciters to get in this circle
And make it real live, yo
'Coz I'm seein' too many stars up in here tonight, yo
I'm seein' the Rock Steady Crew

I'm seein' Ken Swift, I'm seein' Mr. Wiggles
I'm seein' Modesho, I'm seein' Crazy Legs
Man, I'm seein' the Zulu Nation up in here
I'm seein' the Rawkus family, Shabaam Shadeeq, Company Flow
Menelik, I'm seein' G-ology, Shawn J. Period
Man, this the Black Star movement
Mos Def, Talib Kweli we gon' keep it live
For the B Boys and B Girls universally
Rock Steady Japan, Rock Steady Europe
Rock Steady New York, yo, we just gonna keep it live
All over the world, get live

Party people, in the place to be
My name is Talib Kweli
Yo, I got my man on the side of me
Mos Def-initely and we are

(Fresh)
Black Star
(Fresh)
G Young
(Fresh)
Hi-Tek
(Fresh)
Native Tongue

(Fresh)
Shawn J.
(Fresh)
Eighty-eight
(Fresh)
Ninety-eight
We 'bout to motivate, come on y'all

Here's a little story that must be told
About two young brothers who was put on hold
They tried to stop the goal
We on a spiritual plane
Tried to kill the pride
And destroy the name
We just two bad brothers
Who will never quit

I'm Mos Def
Kweli
We the ultimate
Make sure that you tell
Everybody you know
To get on line
Take a ride
To the Black Star show

Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all
Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all

Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all
Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all

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B Boys Will B Boys - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: B Boys Will B Boys
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Green, Dante Smith, G Young

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Lyric:
Yo yo, yo, whassup, yo yo
Yo yo, we gonna, we gonna slow it down
So we can speed it up y'all
Right now I want everybody come to the front
That's right, move forward
I want all the poppers and the breakers to form this circle
I want all the poppers and the breakers
The writers and the exciters to get in this circle
And make it real live, yo
'Coz I'm seein' too many stars up in here tonight, yo
I'm seein' the Rock Steady Crew

I'm seein' Ken Swift, I'm seein' Mr. Wiggles
I'm seein' Modesho, I'm seein' Crazy Legs
Man, I'm seein' the Zulu Nation up in here
I'm seein' the Rawkus family, Shabaam Shadeeq, Company Flow
Menelik, I'm seein' G-ology, Shawn J. Period
Man, this the Black Star movement
Mos Def, Talib Kweli we gon' keep it live
For the B Boys and B Girls universally
Rock Steady Japan, Rock Steady Europe
Rock Steady New York, yo, we just gonna keep it live
All over the world, get live

Party people, in the place to be
My name is Talib Kweli
Yo, I got my man on the side of me
Mos Def-initely and we are

(Fresh)
Black Star
(Fresh)
G Young
(Fresh)
Hi-Tek
(Fresh)
Native Tongue

(Fresh)
Shawn J.
(Fresh)
Eighty-eight
(Fresh)
Ninety-eight
We 'bout to motivate, come on y'all

Here's a little story that must be told
About two young brothers who was put on hold
They tried to stop the goal
We on a spiritual plane
Tried to kill the pride
And destroy the name
We just two bad brothers
Who will never quit

I'm Mos Def
Kweli
We the ultimate
Make sure that you tell
Everybody you know
To get on line
Take a ride
To the Black Star show

Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all
Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all

Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all
Black Star
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house
Shinin'
Shinin', we in the house y'all

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Party Like A Rockstar - Lyrics - Rockstar Mentality - Shop Boyz

Title: Party Like A Rockstar
Album: Rockstar Mentality
Artist: Shop Boyz
Composer(s): Rasheed Hightower, Brian Ward, Demetrius Hardin, Jason Pittman, Richard Stephens, William Whedbee

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

I'm on a money makin' mission
But I party like a rock star
I'm flyin' down 20 lookin' good in my hot car

You know them **** be at my show
Worried 'bout where my chain go
I'm tryin' to rap and hold my pants
But these **** won't let my thang go

I do it like I do it
'Cuz you know them **** be tryin' that
Oh don't you know I **** wit fine diamonds
That look like Pamela

They fine and they hot brah
When I'm in the spot brah
I party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Party like a rock star
Do it wit da black and da white
Like a cop car, cop car, yeah

Whoop, whoop
Me and my band, man
On the yacht with Marilyn Manson
Gettin' a tan man

Cool! You know me
Wit a skull belt and wallet chain
Shop Boyz, rock stars
Yeah, we 'bout to change the game

Change the game? Uh oh
They know that I'm a star, I'm a star
I make it rain from the center of my guitar

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

As soon as I came out the womb
My momma knew a star was born
Now I'm on the golf course
Trippin' wit da Osbournes

I seen da show with Travis Barker
Rock star mentality
I'm jumpin' in the crowd
Just to see if they would carry me

****** wanna marry me
They see me, they just might panic
My ice make 'em go down quick
Like the Titanic

Yeah, I'm wit da Shop Boyz
You know what we do
I'm surfin', screamin' 'cowabunga'
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

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Sex, Love &Amp; Money - Lyrics - New Danger - Mos Def

Title: Sex, Love &Amp; Money
Album: New Danger
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
Sex love and money, fun
Brooklyn, sex love and money
Get up, come, danger
You are now rockin' with the best
Black darts exclusive, fire in the dark
Fire in the dark, ghetto let this spark

Huh, freaky black beauty with the party pal
Where you work it out got me fiendin', bam
I hit the G ready for the street
Heavy, ghetto sweet breezin' through the evenin', bam

I'm on the lounge path for the warm blast
Got the John shaft cocked back and loaded, bam
I beat it, word John, body awesome
Is the way that you come that got me goin', bam

I'm on the back streets rollin'
I'm playin' back all the magic moments, don't front
You know I got'cha, know I got'cha
You sneaky freaky, but I know about'cha, know about'cha
You straight dope, I can't do without'cha, go without'cha
Lay back and relax you mind

I'm bout to double the doses in half the time
Ha, master physical, master mind
You play it quiet but in private that ass is mine, huh

We body rockin' the last of time
And then we, we body rockin the last of time
And then we, body rockin the last of time
And then we, her body rockin huh, her body rockin'

Now shell on 1 deep it ain't nobody steppin'
Honey shell on 10 deep it ain't nobody steppin'
Thousand shell or hundred deep
I'm there the body rockin', come on

I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself
I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself

Whoa, whaa, ohh whaa
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky, freaky black, freaky, freaky black

Sex, love and money, fun
Brooklyn, sex love and money, come
Fun, temperature's risin'

Freaky black beauty, pretty purse and blouse
Where you took it out got me leanin', bam
I hit the streets easy in my seat
Lighting on my feet breezy like the evenin', bam

I'm on the lunch pack feel the warm blast
Boogie John shaft cocked and loaded, bam
Top and bottom, body awesome
Is the way that you come that got me goin' bam

I'm on the back roads rollin'
I'm playin' back all the magic moments, don't front
She know I got'cha, know I got'cha
You sneaky freaky, but I know about'cha, know about'cha
You goog hurricane, go without'cha, go without'cha
Lay back and relax you mind

I'm bout to double the doses in half the time, huh
Master physical, master mind
You play it quiet but in private aha, aha, huh
We body rockin' the last of time

And then we, we body rockin' the last of time
And then we, we body rockin' the last of time
And then we, the body rockin', huh, the body rockin', huh
The body rockin', huh, the body rockin', huh, the body rockin', huh
The body rockin' says, don't stop the body rock

I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself
I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself

Whoa, whaa, ohh, whaa
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky, freaky black, freaky, freaky black

Sex love and money, fun
Brooklyn, sex love and money, come
Fun, temperature's risin', danger
Ain't gotta say no more

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Theives In The Night - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Theives In The Night
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Talib Kweli, Charles Njapa, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
Yo Dee, what? Come on
What? What? Come on

"Give me the fortune, keep the fame", said my man Louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he thought about it was like, "I'm clueless, why?"

The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow comin' later than usual
Waitin' on someone to pity us

While we findin' beauty in the hideous
They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell
You know what I mean? Pesos, Francs, Yens
Cowrie Shells, Dollar bills or is it the mind state that's ill?

Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion there's more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
What's the deal?

A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be recitin' my quotes
While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought
That my man Louis statements just provoked

Caught up in conversations of our personal worth brought up
Through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means bustin' gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with God without faith
All of that is illusionary, raise my son
No vindication of manhood necessary

Not strong, only aggressive, not free, we only licensed
Not compassionate, only polite, now who the nicest?
Not good but well behaved, chasin' after death
So we can call ourselves brave, still livin' like mental slaves

Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice
Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice

Yo, I'm sure that everybody out listenin' agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin' in place, chasin' the style
Be a lot goin' on beneath the empty smile

Most cats in my area be lovin' the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camouflages
More than usually, speakin' loudly, sayin' nothin'
You confusin' me, you losin' me

Your game is twisted, want me enlisted in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin' glass
Walkin' the street, wonderin' who they be lookin' past

Lookin' gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright but the light rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this

Screamin' brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's just another clever Jedi Mind Trick
That they been runnin' across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin', there's never no in between
We either niggaz or kings, we either bitches or queens

The deadly ritual seems immersed in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth

Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin' that be fillin' up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you

Not strong, only aggressive, 'cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed, not live, we just excitin'
'Cause the captors own the masters to what we writin'

Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved 'cause the camera survey
Most of the things that we think, do or say

We chasin' after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin' to live life in the sight of God's memory like that y'all

A lot of people don't understand the true criteria of things
Can't just accept the appearance
Have to get the true essence
They ain't lookin' around

Not strong, only aggressive, not free, we only licensed
Not compassionate, only polite, now who the nicest?
Not good but well behaved, chasin' after death
So we can call ourselves brave, they'rel livin' like mental slaves

Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice
Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice

Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice
Hidin' like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice

Stop hidin', stop hidin', stop hidin' yo' face
Stop hidin', stop hidin' 'cause ain't no hidin' place
Stop hidin', stop hidin' stop hidin' yo' face
Stop hidin', stop hidin' 'cause ain't no hidin' place

Said, there ain't no hidin' place
Said, there ain't no hidin' place
Said, there ain't no hidin' place
Said, there ain't no hidin' place

Said, there ain't no hidin' place
But stop hidin' yo' face, you can stop hidin' yo' face
Stop hidin', stop hidin', stop hidin' yo' face

We take the Black Star line, ride on home
We take the Black Star line, ride on home
We take that Black Star line, ride on home
We take that Black Star line, ride on home

Be real, be sure, keep shinin'

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Seventh Star - Lyrics - Seventh Star - Black Sabbath

Title: Seventh Star
Album: Seventh Star
Artist: Black Sabbath
Composer(s): Anthony Iommi

Lyric:
There's a vision in the sands
Rising from the ancient past
Crying let my spirit go
Lead my burning soul to rest

Hear the sound of distant ages
The call of the seventh star
The call of the seventh star

There's no shelter from the heat
There's no mercy from this land
Hear a thousand chanting souls
Waiting judgment from God's hand

Hear the sound of distant ages
The call of the seventh star
The call of the seventh star

Hear the sound of fallen angels
The call of the seventh star
The call of the seventh star

The pyramids will fall
Turn to dust before the sun
And the star will rise again
Until destiny is done

Hear the sound of distant ages
The call of the seventh star
The call of the seventh star

Hear the sound of fallen angels
The call of the seventh star
The call of the seventh star

The call of the seventh star
The call of the seventh star

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Rock Star - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Rock Star
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Nsilo Kharonde Reddick, Nicholas W. Sherwood, Hakeem T. Seriki, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Rock star, rock star, rock star, it's rock 'n' roll
I got ladies that love my ladies
Haters that hate my haters, I'm a Chamillionaire
But got billionaires for my neighbors

I been havin' paper, I been havin' stacks
The crowd screamin' loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin' crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring 'em backstage and tell 'em baby just relax

Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick, like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tooled off
Keep the 4 iron near, keep on thinkin' that it's for golf
Nickel plate on your head, silverware's food for thought

The Grammy winner the haters is like, 'How could this happen?'
On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin
How I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star?
If I'm near you can believe the black card is not far

'Teen Spirit' ain't what they smellin', they yellin' 'Where That Nirvana?'
The crowd is rockin' 'n' rollin', them swishers full of marijuana
They judgin' me like your honor, your daughter's here with her mama
They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna

Famous look right at me and said, ?Know why I got my lighter up?'
'Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I'ma 'Puff'
See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us
Do like Michael Jackson's complexion Mr. and lighten up

Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
I got 'em screamin' loud as they be screamin' comin' out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
She's sayin' she's in love with me and she is probably your lady

Like a rock star, like a rock star
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it's my job
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma

I been havin' paper, I been havin' stacks
The crowd screamin' loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin' crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring 'em backstage and tell 'em baby just relax

Rock 'n' roll fly, bitch behold I, I am the shit
Hear the commode cry, hear the guitar scream
That double R lean and if it's for me, then it's foreign
I mean my cars, I mean my clothes, I mean my hoe's, I mean my flows

You dress different round then me I'ma clean your nose
Step into the line of fire hide the [Incomprehensible]
Compared to big foot, you just twinkle toes
I get ya girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes

Rock star like, money, drugs, freaky hoes
World tours, walk throughs and TV shows
My hair's out, no shirt, I stage dive, I crowd surf
I'm a hot boy, I'm on my hot shit
Reportin' to you live from the moshpit

Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
I got 'em screamin' loud as they be screamin' comin' out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
She's sayin' she's in love with me and she is probably your lady

Like a rock star, like a rock star
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it's my job
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma

I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so fly
Groupies tellin' me like a spy, the ground be tellin' me that I'm fly
The cloud see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I
Got Mother Nature so jealous she knockin' pigeons out the sky

Can't help it, I got 'em rockin' they pelvic bones and losin' clothes
The higher my album sales get, they love me
That's right you nailed it, they treatin' me like I'm Elvis
Naked pictures she mailed, she licked on a stamp and melted

So save your rap for the rookies, 'cause there ain't no rappers here
A show you do in a club is a show we do in the amphitheater
We packin' stadiums, ladies come in, I'll introduce ya
It's too packed to maneuver, crowd look like LaLaPalooza

We outshinin' the losers, know I ride with the Ruger
You know I'ma producer, weapon upside ya medulla
Got no time to seduce a super head type of seducer
Groupies tryin' to snake me, but Koopa denyin' Medusa's

Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
I got 'em screamin' loud as they be screamin' comin' out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
She's sayin' she's in love with me and she is probably your lady

Like a rock star, like a rock star
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it's my job
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma

Rock on, rock, rock
Rock on, rock, rock

We gonna keep on rockin' 'n' rollin' till the wheels fall off
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Chamillitary Mayne
Young Money, we the new Red Hot Chili Peppers
We on fire, sold out arenas tearin' up tour buses
You know how we get down, rock on, hold up, hold up, hold up

Tryin' get the Ozzy Osborne paper Mayne
I'ma throw a pool party, me and the Playboy bunnies
Gonna be swimmin' in a pool of a paper like Scrooge McDuck
You're invited, if you can swim, rock on

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Star/Pointro - Lyrics - The Roots

Title: Star/Pointro
Artist: The Roots
Composer(s): Sylvester Stewart, Ahmir Thompson, Tarik Collins

Lyric:
Get 'em up high, okay, yeah

Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high, okay

When that adrenaline get in they system
It get 'em out on a quest for stardom
Could be a motherfuckin' problem in Philly
Cincinatti, Los Angeles or Harlem
Kids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkin'
Don't even know the meaning of life, ain't seen a thing
And you dream of floodin' the scenery with, llello and greenery
But for now, you stickin' her with the heavy machinery

Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17
And like e'rybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind
Holdin' somethin' in they spine, "Bowling for Columbine"
Stressin' to me how it's all about a dollar sign
Dig the way you out of line, out of sight and out of mind
Up against the clock and damn near out of time
"The Tipping Point" has arrived, and that's the bottom line
To all my peoples that's stars, it's our time to shine
Let's get 'em up high, c'mon

Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high, okay
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high, okay

Yo, ain't it strange how the newspapers play with the language?
I'm deprogrammin' y'all with uncut slang shit
I know some peoples in the party armed and dangerous
Twist some cool champagne, I'm goin' through changes
A grown-ass man, I done paid my dues
Learn the rules lil' homey, you could be one too
Niggaz know, ain't no tellin' what he gon' do
But recognize young bruh, I'ma do it for you

You know why? We all stars and we highly evolved
Hip-Hop, it's not pop like Kylie Minogue
If it bang, them gettin' busy brothers probably involved
In the game, where everybody got a shottie to draw
I guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin' or what?
I can't call it man, I got the ladies fallin' in love
'Cause handsome, intelligent, tough, I'm all the above
I know you knew it it's the movement, groove to it while you doin' it up

Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, get 'em up high, c'mon
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, get 'em up high, c'mon

Introducin' the band you gotta see to believe
He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve
It's Black Thought, he rockin' sharp so the speakers'll bleed
I run a triathalon, you wouldn't see me fatigued
I'm a star, and maybe y'all should cop somethin' to be
Or trade some of y'all equipment in for somethin' you need
'Cause it's a, lot of bullshit floodin' the scene
Where everybody's a star, and hot shit is few and far between

We lose the grip of what, garbage mean
Shorties wanna be theyself, I know it's hard to be
Don't wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin'
Keepin' it real'll kill you if you end up lettin' it
Ain't it blowin' your mind how the game all in line
Now the best, to the rest, we fin' to end up settin' it
I'd tell you that I was a veteran but it's evident
You act like you want it, you gon' end up gettin' it

Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high, c'mon
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, get 'em up high, okay

Go all-star, and get down for yours
Young ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, uh-huh high, c'mon

Everybody is a star, everybody is a star
Everybody wants to shine, till the sun [Incomprehensible]
Everybody is a star, everybody is a star
I love you for who you are, every bit of you's a falling star
Everybody is a star, everybody is a star
Everybody wants to shine

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Black Cherry - Lyrics - Black Cherry - Goldfrapp

Title: Black Cherry
Album: Black Cherry
Artist: Goldfrapp
Composer(s): Alison Elizabe Goldfrapp, William Owen Gregory

Lyric:
How can it be?
I can taste you now
How can I see?
When you're everything

All the world in one grain of sand
And I've blown it
All my world in one grain of sand
And you own it

Black cherry
Black cherry
Stone
Black cherry
Black cherry

Hearing you say it
I could die
Trembling star
Just reminds me

All the world in one grain of sand
And I've blown it
All my world in one grain of sand
And you own it

Black cherry
Black cherry
Stone
Black cherry
Black cherry

Excite me, ignite me
Oh and you know
I miss you, I kiss you
Oh and you know

Black cherry
Black cherry
Stone
Black cherry
Black cherry

Excite me, ignite me
Oh and you know
I miss you, I kiss you
Oh and you know

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Candi Bar - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Candi Bar
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Patti Austin, Keith Murray, K Abdul-Rahman

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Lyric:
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

Heya love love, you little fly lady bug
Come and swing this episode wit more from up above
With them Earl Jeans on fitting tight like a glove
You little Cinammon Toast Crunch, come show me some love
Slim goodie got tittle litties
Yeah, but she's a picture post card pretty fat kitty little bitty
You're provoking me, giving me the notions
To make me wanna lick your funky emotions

She can make a crippled man walk and a blind man see
How can I put this?
She can make the Grinch love Christmas
How can I manifest her uniqueness in vernacular?
Like a chocolate candi bar
Yeah that describes her

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

I seen her at the park on the black top watching the kids play
Hey style complimented the sunny day
There's a mild nature about her
Gentle but firm for all the bullshit life brought her way
You reflected beauty of a starless night by far
Like Billy Joel said, "I take you just the way you are"
I had a crush on you since the days of love tap
Karate shoes you had jelly cornrows with the peas in the back

I knew you'd grow to be a fine specimen someday
You the very inspiration for the song I sing
The way you sprint the runway and scale the catwalk
Your life is a movie and the camera's never off
It's like love at first taste, coming deep from within
From your DNA structure to your whole body ova
Your beauty is respected in the eye of the beholder
I love that little chocolate bar tattered on your shoulder

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

Oh yeah, the time is now and the place is here
So come a little closer let me kick it in your ear
And share this wit you girl you super official
I just wanna bite you girl you look good like a Snickers
Ooh la la, ah wee wee
Walking by looking all like I exctasy
Got doe ma didn't know, good gracious alive
Aw shuck now, there she go

Hey yo, come and rest your feet my little chocolate soufflet
I know you're tired you been running through my mind all day
And oh my goodness, can I get a witness?
This roundy brownie is something to see
I never had a craving like this before, I'm addicted
Lord have mercy, please give me strength
Dark, rich and thick like a fresh baked cake
Just thinking of your shape girl I catch a tooth ache

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

We just buggin' out a little bit
Showing versatility
Yeah
She looks like a
She looks like a

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Death Star - Lyrics - Presidents Of The United States Of America

Title: Death Star
Artist: Presidents Of The United States Of America
Composer(s): Christopher Weldo Ballew

Lyric:
Good evening, sing a little song
It's for you

Hangin' in the stars
Suspended from the dark
Life is long and heavy
Like a shadow on a spark and it will blow

Massive killer orb
Hovering around
Looking for a spot to blast
The good guys on the ground before they know
What hit 'em from above

It's the death star, something so incredible
Death star, something indestructible
Death star, massive and maniacal
Death star, teeny weeny vulnerable hole

Somewhere deep inside shifty to the core
The tank is full and fuelled
By the dark side of the force that makes it go
To and fro, killing

Black hearted ball roll the Devil's dice
Destroy it one more time
'Cause it's so good they built it twice
But now no more, no more, no more

It's the death star, something so incredible
Death star, something indestructible
Death star, massive and maniacal
Death star, teeny weeny vulnerable

Death star, something so incredible
Death star, something indestructible
Death star, massive and maniacal
Death star, teeny weeny vulnerable hole

Goodbye death star
You were the largest weapon ever manufactured

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I Shine, You Shine - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: I Shine, You Shine
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): John David Jackson, Andrew Roettger

Lyric:
Them other niggas is cool
But I just got that glow, baby
You can't miss me, ha, ha

So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine

Everybody we gon' party like rock stars
Then we ball till we fall like all stars
It's okay we can stay at a five star
Then we gon' get it on like porn stars

'Cause if I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Shorty, I shine you shine, shine

Aiyo, my life's like a movie good role so far
Stick to the script you could be my co star
I got a glow par, she'll be in the Solar
(Where you get it from boo?)
I don't even know ma

We played Lo Bar on the dance floor, nah
V.I.P.s where the niggas gettin' dough are
Rap star, trap star ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma

I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D I O R
They watchin' me they know a fella dope
It's like star gazing without a telescope

Shinin' like rims are, sharper than gem star
We runnin' on mills like we in a gym ma
It was thick but they papers gettin' slim ma
Faster than Anna Nicole did on the trim spa

So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine

Everybody we gon' party like rock stars
Then we ball till we fall like all stars
It's okay we can stay at a five star
Then we gon' get it on like porn stars

'Cause if I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Shorty, I shine you shine, shine

I'm killin' 'em in that black thing, yeah, the double R hurts
We walk right in valet the car first
Them other squares be in lime like Starburst
Starvin' to get in then stand at the bar thirst

We good, baby, I ain't in need of much
Except a partner, every Starsky need a Hutch
I'm doin' numbers so when a star skate through
I'm a let you see it boy, like Star Eight Two

Easy Star, I ain't on that star ish
You act up you'll be sleepin' with the star fish
Food for crabs, you rude to Fab
You end up bein' that dude they grab

So shut ya big lippers before the Sig rips you
Put you in that black bag with the big zipper
It's a group of us we the big dipper
The dancers on the pole know us as the big tippers

So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine

Everybody we gon' party like rock stars
Then we ball till we fall like all stars
It's okay we can stay at a five star
Then we gon' get it on like porn stars

'Cause if I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Shorty, I shine you shine, shine

Aiyo she was in the double C's, I was in the double G's
We both shining like flawless double V's
I call her Dee Dee maybe it's the double D's
Or the Deuce Deuce she be sneakin' in the club with ease
I take Patron make hers a double please

I start trouble, let me touch on the bubble please
Fuck a lobby asking for double keys
I got a spot with more rooms than the double trees
Who was in the Dominican Republic breeze?

Losito on the Mojitos
I'm soul food, spice was so frito
Being a star player, it is no treat though
But I shine, I shine shine
You can shine to son, think I mind?
Not at all I got a couple of Starbucks
So either they ice grillin' us or they star struck

So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine

Everybody we gon' party like rock stars
Then we ball till we fall like all stars
It's okay we can stay at a five star
Then we gon' get it on like porn stars

'Cause if I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Shorty, I shine you shine, shine

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Dirty Little Rock Star - Lyrics - Born Into This - The Cult

Title: Dirty Little Rock Star
Album: Born Into This
Artist: The Cult
Composer(s): Ian Robert Astbury, William Henry Duffy

Lyric:
So you be a dirty little rock star
Blood stained sleeve your Slimane Dior
You live a lie, sold your soul for the paper
You be a slave, be a media whore

Snake skin heal and a cold black coal man
A shootin' sapphires up a dead man's arm
Hyena lurk outside your door
You're passed out on the bathroom floor

Bite your lip, baby
Shake your hip, baby
Taste the whip, baby, come on

You wanna be a dirty little rock star
I don't see no dirty little rock star

Chaos breeds under heaven's skyline
Young hearts are melting, only phoenix survive
Stay in the game, you sick little hipster
You get it all, you get it ahead

You shake your hip, baby
Bite you lip, baby
Back the whip, baby, come on

You wanna be a dirty little rock star
I don't believe no dirty little rock star
You wanna be a dirty little rock star
You know we need no dirty little rock star
You know we need no dirty little rock star

You wanna be a dirty little rock star
You wanna be a dirty little rock star
You wanna be a dirty little rock star
I don't see no dirty little rock star

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Definition - Lyrics - Black Star - Blackstar

Title: Definition
Album: Black Star
Artist: Blackstar
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Dante Smith, Tony Cottrell

Lyric:
Hello everybody, recording live from somewhere

Lord, Lord have mercy
All nice an' peace an' true, follow me now, we say
Say, "Hi-Tek, yes, you're rulin' hip hop"
Say, "J. Rawls, yes, you're rulin' hip hop"
Redefinition, say, "You're rulin' hip hop"
Say, "Black Star, come to rock it"

Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
The whole an' not the half of it, vocals an' not the math of it
Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit
Me an' Kweli close like Bethlehem an' Nazareth

After this you be pressin' rewind on top your master disk
Shinin' like an asterisk, for all those that be gatherin'
Connectin' like a round house, from the townhouse to the tenements
'Cause all my Brooklyn residents, [Incomprehensible] heavy regiments

Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn, see that?
Bound to take it all kid, believe that
From where they sellin' tree at, to where the police be at
Talib Kweli, E.Kwelity, yo' tell them where we be at

Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash, we trust 'cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense
Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense

My presence felt, my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
People thinkin' MC is short hand for 'Mis Conception'
Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion
That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate

Walkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with your body
You must know Karate or think your soul is 'Bulletproof' like Sade
Stop actin' like a bitch already, be a visionary
An' maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary

Third rate teacher readin' an' talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin'"
Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type
Who'd have thought they was frontin'?"
Talkin' loud like you in R.C.A, get carted away
With body parts an' trays, what a way to start your day, yo, it's like

One, two, three
Mos Def an' Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip top
Best alliance in hip hop, why oh

I said one, two, three
It's kinda dangerous to be a emcee
They shot Tupac an' Biggie
Too much violence in hip hop, why oh

I said Manhattan keep on makin' it, Brooklyn keep on takin' it
So relax we're takin' it back, Redhook, where we're livin' at
Plenty cats be strugglin' not hustlin' an' bubblin'
It ain't about production an' what else we discussin'?

When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows
Strivin' for perfection ever since I was a snot nosed
Colossal, true original B. Boy apostle
Standin' on the rooftop with the Zulu Gestapo

You think you the shit, somebody in the wings'll force you to quit
It could be your crew or click
Or some random kid you smoked Buddha with
Consider me the entity within the industry
Without a history of spittin' the epitome, of stupidity

Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty, it gotta be done properly
My name is in the middle of E.Kwelity
People follow me an' other cats, they hear him flow
An' assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano

Still sippin', wishin' well, water imported from Pluto
Three hundred an' sixty milliliters for all our believers
In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us
In the jungle with the leaders, we the lions, you the cheetahs

A Cypher will complete us, if we come through your receivers
You can play us an' repeat us an' then take us home an' read us
Line for line, good Jesus, Mos Def an' Kweli
Just make a pussy freeze up, thinkin' of it ease up

One, two, three
Mos Def an' Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip top
Best alliance in hip hop, why oh

I said one, two, three
It's kinda dangerous to be a emcee
They shot Tupac an' Biggie
Hold your head when the beat drop, why oh

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Black Dwarf - Lyrics - Candlemass

Title: Black Dwarf
Artist: Candlemass
Composer(s): Leif Edling

Lyric:
Serpent rising on the horizon
And right here in my abode
Evil sensation, a manifestation
I'm petrified I cannot go

Black and white day glow
Cold creeping fright show
A star of infinite mass
Soul corroding and head exploding
Existence reduced in a flash

Diamond of a million flies
Illusion of hope
Black lizard in disguise
Hate fiend on dope

Dwarf, the black dwarf

Slow death descending, pain never-ending
Astaroth won't go away
So radiating now always hating
This liar commands you to stay

Depressions and crisis, hopeless advices
Suicide, acid rain
Controlling the masses, misguiding our asses
Bringing me stain on stain

Freak show from outer hell
Psychos create
Heroes or villains low
The choices you make

Dwarf, the black dwarf
The black dwarf, the black dwarf

Have you seen the poison queen
Sitting on your shoulder?
Don't you know what she says?
Can you not control her?

Read the hex like you read the stories
God is dead and you have no worries
Forget ambition, fuck the vision
Kill the lights and go to sleep

The stalker is stalking and talking and talking
Colossal power and wit
Pathetic, unethical and yes, unaesthetic
Oh boy, you're so full of shit

You're playing me tricks, 666
The Devil dictating the news
I can't keep resisting, black dwarf's insisting
I'm so afraid of you

Diamond of a million flies
Illusion of hope
Black lizard in disguise
Hate fiend on dope

Freak show from outer hell
Psychos create
Heroes or villains low
The choices you make

Dwarf, the black dwarf
The black dwarf, the black dwarf

From the filth of the crucifix
To the stench of headlines
The dwarf is there, his ugly face
Blocking out the sunshine

No taboos and no distinctions
Fantasy creating fiction
And no one knows what to believe
So kill the lights and go to sleep

Go to sleep

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