Blood Sweat And Tears - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Blood Sweat And Tears
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, L Elliott, E Murry

Lyric:
Yo, yo c?mon son
Yo, they killin' 'em out there, son
They dyin' out there, son, word up
Yo they killin' us, son, I?m tellin' you

Y?all niggas c?mon that?s my word
Y?all better c?mon, yo wake up, son
They dyin', son
Yo, c?mon nigga, wake up, c?mon

It took me twenty-four years to figure out
What makes this world go round
It?s not man holding ground with dope sound
We gots to ask

Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill
When you know that broke bill can still
See right through your plastic ass
Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy

Before death left and fame had his way
The town Brownsville, the place, the ill
Follow the trail of fresh blood drips
You?ll end up on my bricks

The marks, home of the warrior thrown home
Our true thugs that?s dead and gone
In the hills most effective chrome
Return to these graves

Showin' youngsters what I?m facin'
'Cause we had trouble
We been strugglin' since single shot gauges
That?s straight ghetto bad luck

But, I done passed up more shit
Than you may ever touch
What, we on sacred grounds
Without the guidance of our fathers

All we know is how to double clutch revolvers
Me and my own staff flaunt a different path
I?m tryin' to dip shit minus in your highness
The finest of kickin' half

Honest to god, I?m layin' down my card
It?s been hard, for too many years
Blood sweat and tears

These three words
(Man, got somethin' to say)
Blood, sweat, tears
(Mop family)

These three words
(We went to the death, we knew he was dead and gone)
Blood, sweat, tears
(We comin' all the way from New York City, hear me out)

These three words
Blood, sweat, tears
These three words
Blood, sweat, tears

Go head nigga
A whole lot changed since my brother left
(I can feel you, baby)
And since my mother?s death
(I can feel you, baby)

But as time past, I could see my life flash
Leavin' the body and there?s no breath
(I can feel ya)
I chose not to let my Biretta swing

'Cause I?m a veteran
And I?m livin' for the better things
It?s cold-hearted B
Check the majority of blacks
They slingin' crack, livin' in poverty
(True life testament)

What you gotta do is live what your life give
And make the best of it
(Try to see the rest of it)
'Cause you could easily fall victim to these streets
And death?s most definite
(Blood)

Is for the brothers that died
The mothers that cried
The brothers that tried
All we do is
(Sweat)

Steady, puttin' to work
Handling dirt, holding your turf
We all shed for the loved ones
(Tears)
The thug ones and all deceased peers

And while these other cats play hard
I'ma praise God
And thank God that I?m here
Blood sweat and tears

These three words
(Till the break of dawn)
Blood, sweat, tears
(Birella)

These three words
(Till the break of dawn)
Blood, sweat, tears
(Twenty-one gun salute)

Ghetto nigga, street nigga
House nigga, we all niggas
Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes
You put down yours but I'm?a keep mine
I'm?a keep mine nigga

Uncle Sam don?t drop his shit for nobody
So nobody gonna take my shit from me
So while you house niggas is fighting for the limelight
I be down here with my niggas

Underground, dirty
Holdin' mine, house nigga
Blood sweat and tears

Blood, sweat, tears
These three words
Blood, sweat, tears

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This Garden - Lyrics - Levellers

Title: This Garden
Artist: Levellers
Composer(s): Jonathan Sevink, Charles Kenton Heather, Mark Chadwick, Jeremy James Cunningham, Simon Friend

Lyric:
Blood, sweat and tears
Really don't matter
Just the things that you do
In this garden

Blood, sweat and tears
Really don't matter
Just the things that you do
In this garden

I never thought, I'd see the day
When you became what you've become
It's easy now just to look away
And leave your conscience on the run

Spend so much time not looking for an answer
But someone else's to blame
As long as you don't take the drop
To you it's all the same

Blood, sweat and tears
Really don't matter
Just the things that you do
In this garden

Blood, sweat and tears
Really don't matter
Just the things that you do
In this garden

Sometimes, I like to get away
Chase a thought and fly
The people around here will never change
They're too scared to look outside

Community spirit, neighborhood watch
Curtains twitching all the time
Got to have a look at what next door's got
'Cos your credit's on the line

Blood, sweat and tears
Really don't matter
Just the things that you do
In this garden

Blood, sweat and tears
Really don't matter
Just the things that you do
In this garden

Don't waste your time with your visions of the future
And your party line
'Cos your eyes have blinded to the people in the gutter
Who are fighting to survive

When I was out, I saw a fox
He was fighting for his life
His eyes were wide but his mind was shut
To the red coat bugle cries

When he reached his home his path was blocked
By some sportsman's clever guise
If this is as far as your culture's got and I deny it

Blood, sweat and tears
Really don't matter
Just the things that you do
In this garden

Blood, sweat and tears
Really don't matter
Just the things that you do
In this garden

Blood, sweat and tears
Really don't matter

Blood, sweat and tears
Really don't matter

Really don't matter
Really don't matter

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Foundation - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Foundation
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, E Murry, C Small

Lyric:
Uh, uh, c'mon, uh
Firing Squad nigga, yeah
You see it, First Family
First Family, c'mon

Every night I sit and bask in the memories of Frank
And sayin' to myself what the hell was he thinkin'
Usage of illegal drugs and heavy drinkin'
Had my old man sinkin'

Now you never seen the Danze cry
But the day that man died
My life came crumblin' down like a landslide
Damn pride, now I'm in the zone
Wonderin' how long before me and my moms would be alone

I remember what he said
Layin' on his deathbed, rubbin' his shiny bald head
Respect your sister, don't follow your brothers
Take care of your mother, I love ya

He told me, he believed in me
And he has given me the strength
To be as strong as I need to be
That's when I realized he was leavin' me
It wasn't just my heart or my eyes deceivin' me

At the age of fourteen
It was more than just a goal or dream
To take care of my queen
It's my turn to stand firm as I could stand
(Just like your daddy)
My father was a good man

For the Foundation
We have suffered blood, sweat and tears
And cleared all complications
Put it down, in any situation
Now, you are the last generation

For the Foundation
We have suffered blood, sweat and tears
And cleared all complications
Put it down, in any situation
Now, you are the last generation

I was introduced to shootouts, winos
Dope fiends, 5-0
Gamblers, scramblers, pan handlers
Murderers that took lives just to survive, in 1545
The building, raised as a young nigga
With thug niggas
Held down drugs for love niggas

Drug dealers bang out, gun shots rang out
Besides that EZ house was the hang out
Niggas stole cars and made the spot hot
'Cuz we parked 'em on the block
Like we copped 'em off the lot

Can't forget the older soldiers, Sputnion
Man mad poppin' B, say Marce' Saratoga
Motherfuckers knew the block that was poppin' them guns
They was like the first niggas in the hood wit M-1's

Some niggas got beat up, them niggas tore the street up
They do dirt, come back,
(Slap, put the heat up)
Retaliation, niggas shootin' for dead
They fucked around and mommy got hit in the leg

Same night, niggas out to get somethin'
Malik ran up inside they spot and hit somethin'
I learned the game, stay concerned
So no matter how the world turn I'ma stand firm
Representin' where I was born and where I was raised
Brownsville, still goin' out in a blaze

For the Foundation
We have suffered blood, sweat and tears
And cleared all complications
Put it down, in any situation
Now, you are the last generation

For the Foundation
We have suffered blood, sweat and tears
And cleared all complications
Put it down, in any situation
Now, you are the last generation

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Nobody'S Listening - Lyrics - Meteora - Linkin Park

Title: Nobody'S Listening
Album: Meteora
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Bennington, Mike Shinoda, Rob Bourdon, Brad Delson, Darren Farrell, Joseph Hahn

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Lyric:
Yo, peep the style and the kids checking for it
The number one question is how could you ignore it
And drop right back in the cut over basement tracks
Rap stack got you back in the sub black rewind that

We just rolling with the rhythm
Rise from the ashes of stylist division
With these non-stop lyrics of life living
Not to be forgotten but still unforgiving

But in the meantime there are those
Who wanna talk this and that
So I suppose that it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt it goes

Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear, but nobody?s listening
Called to you so clearly but you don?t want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear, but nobody?s listening

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
Head full of anger, held in my chest
And everything left?s a waste of time
I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else?s more

I?m riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that it?s better I can?t keep myself together
Because all of this stress gave me something to write on
The pain gave me something I could set my sights on

I'll never forget the blood sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years the fear and
Trash talking and the people it was to
And the people that started it just like you

Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear, but nobody?s listening
Called to you so clearly but you don?t want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear, but nobody?s listening

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
Head full of anger, held in my chest
Uphill struggle, blood sweat 'n' tears
Nothing to gain, everything to fear

Heart full of pain, head full of stress
Head full of anger, held in my chest
Uphill struggle, blood sweat 'n' tears
Nothing to gain, everything to fear

Heart full of pain

Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear, but nobody?s listening
Called to you so clearly but you don?t want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear, but nobody?s listening

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
(Nobody?s listening)
Head full of anger, held in my chest
(Nobody?s listening)
Uphill struggle, blood sweat n tears
(Nobody?s listening)
Nothing to gain, everything to fear
(Nobody?s listening)

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Shadows Of The Heartland - Lyrics - Bobby Pinson

Title: Shadows Of The Heartland
Artist: Bobby Pinson
Composer(s): Bobby Pinson, Kris Bergsnes

Lyric:
Sittin' in the shade made
By a hay truck on a hot day
A cloud of dust on an old dirt road meant
Lemonade was on the way

She was beautiful
And her daddy said that I made a good hand
We laid there on the ground as the sun went down
On the shadows of the heartland

I helped her daddy fix up
His old beat up red Ford pickup
Had her shinin' like a diamond
He said, "Climb behind the wheel, son"

She was beautiful
Said "Take her slow" as he placed the keys in my hand
And dancin' in the headlights that night
Shadows of the heartland

Heaven can't be far away
From the fields of gold where I was raised
Where the sun shines bright
But the light comes from the word

Where you know you reap the seeds you sow
You count your blessings row by row
And sweat and blood and tears and love still work
The life I live, the love I give, the man I am
Shadows of the heartland

Friday night lights shinin' bright
The last game of the season
We were just one play away
From being undefeated

The pass was beautiful
But somehow that ball slipped right through my hands
She was there to hold me close when it turned cold
In the shadows of the heartland

Heaven can't be far away
From the fields of gold where I was raised
Where the sun shines bright
But the light comes from the word

Where you know you reap the seeds you so
You count your blessings row by row
And sweat and blood and tears and love still work
The life I live, the love I give, the man I am
Shadows of the heartland

Amazin' grace and a place to plow
That's what her dad was all about
Wish he was with us now

But heaven can't be far away
From the fields of gold where I was raised
Where the sun shines bright
But the light comes from the word

Where you know you reap the seeds you so
You count your blessings row by row
And sweat and blood and tears and love still work
The life I live, the love I give, the man I am
Shadows of the heartland, shadows of the heartland

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Animal Instinct - Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Title: Animal Instinct
Album: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Raheem Jamal Abdul, James Tyrone Chandler, Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita

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Lyric:
No doubt
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on
The Infamous album, right?
Alright, we gonna do it again son

Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas fuck you up
Thick as shorty guts, get the men to set you up
It's the most trifle, fourty-fourth Side disciples
Take carnage for a weakness so I won't be so contour

Niggas come with the "I gave you birth kid, I'm sellin' you"
The Infamous got PC for days
We runnin' through townships, fuckin' shit
Kid, we down shit

Hustle mad bricks, Queensbridge no doubt, rub the clique
9-6 droppin' wild on some Benz's
Some next shit, crash bar, ash the GOD
I remember when loadin' up the gas, beat settlin'

Ghetto peddlin' the shaunder, Shorty dead again
Songs about 'We all around the NC
Cop the E series, jealous ones envy

Hate to see me but got the nerve to wanna be me
I bleach blonde 'em, you can't see like Ste-vie
I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that
Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin' with that?

To all my Mobb crimey, money-hungry and grimy
Mobb sheisty, GOD follow three and Gotti
Rapper Noyd, tiemax and Ty Knitty
Scarface and Gambino, New York City

It's P live and direct, stab ya neck
Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit
Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your bitch
My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets

Your time's wasted for figurin' P
Was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously
You get lumped somethin' horribly and then we calmly
Guzzle Sparmarlti and Don Perrignon-ly

Move the crowds over, cruise the fuck out
After God drinks had to shoot our fuckin' way out
Spark flyin' niggas dyin', bitches cryin' and shout
Mobb niggas to the exit, we out

9-6 load up the clips, the infamous Apocalypse
QBC on the L-I-E sippin' Hennessey
And Remy, V-S-O-P, Ty Knitty jiggy
Eyes forever chingy up in the Mariott
Tonnes o' hydro, black tuxedo, lay low
The 5-0migos, the gigolo, what nigga?

A technique official wipe me
Internal bleedin' he felt, heat then cold feet
QBC committee, Ty Knitty hit the safe
The Phillipino's have mad ice and gold plates

We escape, ain't no turnin' back to Stat
Pushin' back-to-back acs, gettin' cheddar
Drug smugglin' trusty, catchin' faith
We don't hesitate, we regulate and evaluate, cut the cake

My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears
And thirty years for years, start niggas and drink beers
Tired of livin' life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall

Thug niggas surround y'all, for pound y'all
Animal instinct, these niggas gettin' clapped on instinct
I'm tired of livin' life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall

My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears
And thirty years for years, start niggas and drink beers
Tired of livin' life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall

Thug niggas surround y'all, for pound y'all
Animal instinct, these niggas gettin' clapped on instinct
I'm tired of livin' life this way, crime pay
But for how long till you reach a downfall

(Nigga)
Motherfucker
Word up

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Casey Jones - Lyrics - Blood, Sweat, And Tears - Johnny Cash

Title: Casey Jones
Album: Blood, Sweat, And Tears
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): John Cash, Traditiona

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Lyric:
Come all you rounders if you wanna hear the story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the roller's name on a 68 wheeler course he won his fame
Caller called Casey bout half past four he kissed his wife at the station door
He climbed in the cabin with his orders in his hand
Said this is the trip to the Promised Land
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin Casey Jones orders in his hand
Casey Jones leanin' out the window taking a trip to the Promised Land

Through South Memphis Yards on a fly rain been a fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan that the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
Well Jones said fireman now don't you fret Sam Webb said we ain't a givin' up yet
We're eight hours late with the southbound mail
We'll be on time or we're leavin' the rails
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin

Dead on the rail was a passenger train blood was a boilin' in Casey's brain
Casey said hey now look out ahead jump Sam jump or we'll all be dead
With a hand on a whistle and a hand on a brake north Mississippi was wide awake
I see railroad official said he's a good engineer to be a laying dead
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin

Headaches and heartaches and all kinds of pain all the part of a railroad train
Sweat and toil the good and the grand part of the life of a railroad man
Casey Jones climbed in the cabin

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Chain Gang - Lyrics - Blood, Sweat, And Tears - Johnny Cash

Title: Chain Gang
Album: Blood, Sweat, And Tears
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Harlan Howard

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Lyric:
I was just a kid roamin' around
Travelin' through, a little ol' town
A man walked up and said come with me
You're broke and son that's vagrancy

A carefree lad that love to roam
But Lord I wish I'd stayed at home
The way it looks I'll probably hang
'Cause there ain't no hope on a chain gang

I dig that ditch, I chop that corn
I curse the day that I was born
I believe it's better for a man to hang
Than to work like a dog on a chain gang

The guard stands there with a great big gun
I bet he'd love to see me run
And I guess, I probably will some day
I'd rather be dead than to live this way

He's well fed and he's six foot tall
And he's a meanest of them all
He cracks that whip and he swings that cane
That sun must've touched his brain

I dig that ditch, I chop that corn
I curse the day that I was born
I believe it's better for a man to hang
Than to work like a dog on a chain gang

I got a gal back home that's sweet and kind
But she's been waitin' a long, long time
I just told her to forget my name
I won't ever live down the shame

Lord, deliver me from this hole
Before I lose my mind and soul
The flesh gets weak and the back gets broke
There ain't no 'cause to laugh and joke

I dig that ditch, I chop that corn
I curse the day that I was born
I believe it's better for a man to hang
Than to work like a dog on a chain gang

Work like a dog on a chain gang
Work like a dog on a chain gang
Work like a dog on a chain gang

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Only Begotten Son - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: Only Begotten Son
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, J Atkins, R Mays, T Fyffe

Lyric:
He who believeth in Ja shall not be condemned
But he that believeth not is condemned already
Only because he has not believed
In the name of the only begotten son, my Lord

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

Yeah, why would you leave somethin you love here to die
In the cold and it grows like a concrete rose
Beautiful, ain't I? Till I withered and died
On insane streets you left me and, screamin' "Lord let me in"

I don't know where to begin since I lost your love
But then again your love was strictly for the drugs
I don't know whether to hug or to fill you with slugs
Fuckin' them whores instead of claimin' whats rightfully yours

Hole in my heart from all the pain you caused
With no direction you left your first born lost
Give or take a few 'cause my hate for you
Grew, over the years through blood, sweat, and tears

I wanted to be just like you, my father figure, now I wanna fight you
You bitch nigga, left me 'lone and parts of me never out grown
The fact that you left home when mom's was so strong
"Don't let them get you fed, this world is yours", she said

Now nothin' that stoppin' me but two to the head
In life there's more to come when it's all said and done
You lost one, love, your only begotten son

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

But what a nigga live for and damn ready to die young
I'm the shadow behind the gun look at what I've become
The feared of many niggas, the floss of most bitches
The love that runs deepest in the hearts of street niggas

Raised in the ghetto by the ghetto, was taught young to pop the metal
Thats how shit get settled, learn to cook up the coke
Never leave home without toast
Learn to fly my bitches with birds and furs not coats

Never trust ya from a toddler to hustla
I was trained as a youngsta to cock back and slug ya
Love me or hate me, ya only son
Let me live or kill me, the chosen one

Ja, under the gun gotta kill 'em for show
If you want it you gonna get more then you askin' for
Life's got more to come but when its all said and done
You lost one, love, your only begotten son

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

I wanted to be forever yours, looking now at nothin' more than
Two lost souls lookin' to meet at the cross roads
I burn the hydro, lay back with my eyes closed
In deep thought like Brittany is somethin' I'd die for

How the fuck do you sleep at night?
Knowin' you wrong the only thing you ever did right
Despite the loss I stretch the length of a short
Now I got a new father whose name is New York

Runnin' wild in the streets with heat, we don't talk
'Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark
When light would shine from the heavens
And bless one, Ja Rule love, your only begotten son

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

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Tell Him I'M Gone - Lyrics - Blood, Sweat, And Tears - Johnny Cash

Title: Tell Him I'M Gone
Album: Blood, Sweat, And Tears
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): John Cash

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Lyric:
You, take this hammer, take it to the capt
Hey, take this hammer, take it to the capt
Take this hammer, take it to the capt
You can tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone

'Cause I ain't gonna take no more kicks and whippings
No, I ain't gonna take no kicks and whipping
I ain't gonna take no more, no more this kicks and his whippings
You can tell him I'm gone, gone, gone, you can tell him I'm gone

Captain call me a hard headed devil
Well, the captain call me a hard headed devil
Well, the captain call me, you hard headed devil
And that ain't my name that ain't my name

Well, the Captain got a big gun, 'bout a ninety-nine caliber
Captain got a big gun, 'bout a ninety-nine caliber
Well the captain got a big gun, about a ninety-nine caliber
He gonna shoot me down if he ever catches me, he gonna shoot me down

But you tell him that I went where the great goose goes
Tell him that I'm gone where the great goose goes
Tell him I'm gone where the great goose goes
Tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone, just tell him I'm gone

Take this hammer, take it to the capt
Take this hammer, take it to the capt
Take this hammer

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The Modern Adventures Of Plato, Diogenes, And Freud - Lyrics - Blood Sweat &Amp; Tears

Title: The Modern Adventures Of Plato, Diogenes, And Freud
Artist: Blood Sweat &Amp; Tears
Composer(s): A Kooper

Lyric:
Father of my morning, once my child to the night
I see that you have minds to cop
And I can only watch with sickened sorrow

Little do you know of the progressions that you teach
The people that you reach are tired
Of livin' in a world of elastic towers

You dance with them and sing a song of changes
And talk with them of life and all its dangers
Surround yourself with now familiar strangers
Who kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time

And the clock on the wall is a bore
As you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor
As he begs you for some more, you frozen smile

You cannot ever picture me, you know me by my thoughts
A file for your travelogue, oblivious to the night
The fog around you

The germs, they are ridiculous, they bother you at night
The blood that rushes to your brain
The ticket on the plane you're never catching

The price you pay exclusive of your taxes
To chop you up inside with tiny axes
The girl looks up to you from floors she waxes
And speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes

And the clock on the wall is a bore
As you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor
As he begs you for some more, you frozen smile

The metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you face
Are hidden by the fake-up man
Who lives inside the Sterno can beside you

Now climb ye to the mountains
As the sun is almost gone escaping from your other selves
Your brothers hide among the shelves inside you

The games that people play can only bore you
But only those that know you don't ignore you
And how many times have I come there to restore you
And caught you lying on the couch with father time

And the clock on the wall is a bore
As you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor
As he begs you for some more, you frozen smile

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I'M Still Here - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: I'M Still Here
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Robert Flores, John Stray

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Lyric:
Ey this one goes out to my raza on the Eastside
Westside, Northside and Southside
I wear a brown bandana homeboy, representin' brown pride
You've never met me, so why in the fuck
Would I have a problem with you?

But if we do, I guess we gotta do what we gotta do
Shit, other than that I'm cool
Tu sabes ese? I'm not tryin' to be somethin' I'm not
Ain't got nothin to lose, every nothin' I got I'm takin' with me

When I rest in peace in my lot
Lately I've been thinkin' a lot, drinkin' a lot
Even gave tweakin' a thought, I keep with the pot
Be sleepin' a lot, wake up confused
I don't even know if it's the weekend or not

It's been a long, long, long time
But I'm still here
Yes I am, yes I am and I'm glad to be around
Through all the blood sweet and tears
I'm still here, I'm still here, yes I do

I smoke weed to get me by, why lie?
I smoke weed to get me high, so high
Write rhymes, tight rhymes
Lowriders, beautiful women and High Times

Addictions to street prescriptions
Perfect fix to get you back in the mix
Lil' homey kickin' back on the street corner packin' a six
And the glock with extra clips with hopes to get rich

Ain't that a bitch? Lil' homey has no clue what else to do
Got kicked out of school, well me too but who knew?
I'd be writin' rhymes to get me through but it's cool
It's a lot of hard work not to mention a lot of blood sweat 'n' tears
It didn't happen overnight, the first time I picked up the mic
It's been over 15 years but I'm still here

It's been a long, long, long time
But I'm still here
Yes I am and I'm glad to be around
Through all the blood sweet and tears
I'm still here, I'm still here, yes I do

I'm still around, I still put it down
Shit, I ain't goin' nowhere
Ese Lil Rob's back continue to make that
'Neighborhood Music' as long as you're there

Somethin' to play loud, be proud of
Somethin' to bump to, get drunk to
Somethin' to fuck to, make love to
Even got a lil' somethin' for the clubs too

All in all it's feel good music
Real good music, real hood music
Either you respect that or you can step back
'Cause I won't let that be a setback I meant that

Si mon I've tried, been denied
Maybe even died inside
People say I died but they lied but when I do die
They can say that I died with my brown pride

It's been a long, long, long time
But I'm still here
Yes I am and I'm glad to be around
Through all the blood sweet and tears
I'm still here, I'm still here, yes I do

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Ny Weather Report - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Ny Weather Report
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Nicholas Marcell Speed, Talib Kweli Greene, Michael J. Clervoix

Lyric:
Come on, yeah
I like to take this opportunity to thank everybody
Who been riding with me so far, it's a been a long journey
But they say your life's path is not about the destination
It's all about the journey, I appreciate y'all

It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm, check it out

Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, raps up a edge a lot
My people suffering, slave to another chain
This voyage is maiden like my mother, other name

Is this your first trip to hell?
Avenge a capitalist, if it's a product then we got it for sell
When I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything else fell into line

I paint the pictures, you could see the people bleeding my bars
When I was a teen, I was mean, about to reach for the stars
So if I fail or fell, write in the clouds, tighten the vowel
Word, there use to be no biting allowed

Now the gangsters, no grinding allowed
Probably see a fight in the stage, 'fore you see a fight in the crowd
I send this out to my people facing the storm
Homie, we riding it out, you inspire what I'm writing about

It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm check it out

It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm

Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Been *** around

I'm not a judge but I'm handing out sentences
To political prisoners, regular inmates with no visitors
*** in the streets outside to reach up for ministers
Not those that say they spiritual but actual practitioners

Rap listeners, we open the black businesses
This underground *** with samples to lack clearances
Once you get a past appearances, you could tell who *** is fake
And who's *** is based upon the past experiences

We really been to war, hand to hand like *** sales
Bill the man, the man they try to kill off the blackmail
Females left to raise up a son
From the day he was one

Til' he twenty, and he raise up a gun
Get the blazin, fore the blaze of the sun
Smoke bracin' his lung
Young in his years and he's facing a ton

None of his peers wanna share the road
Love the child, care to provider
But they hand a blunt and share saliva
You ain't a rider and you hustlin' backwards

To many excess with imitating these crackers
So our kids looking up to drug dealers and rappers
Taking all the work away from the black actors

Revelation is first and Armageddon is after
Tsunami's, hurricanes and natural disasters
Fast food culture be this, is always a factor
It's the gratification they want the cash faster

It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm check it out

It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm

It's the place where knowledge is born
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Talib Kweli, that's what it is, break it down

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Waiting For A Train - Lyrics - Blood, Sweat, And Tears - Johnny Cash

Title: Waiting For A Train
Album: Blood, Sweat, And Tears
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Jimmie Rodgers

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Lyric:
All around the water tank, waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain
I walked up to a brakeman, just to give him a line of talk
He said, if you've got money, I'll see that you don't walk
Well, I haven't got a nickel, not a penny, can I show
He said, "Get off you railroad bum", and he slammed the boxcar door

Well, he put me off in Texas, a state, I dearly love
The wide open spaces all around me, the moon and stars above
Nobody seems to want me, nor to lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco headin' back to Dixie Land
My pocketbook is empty my heart is full of pain
I'm a thousand miles away from home, waitin' for a train

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The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
It happened one night
At three in the morning
The devil appeared
In my studio room

And he said I'm your pal
And I'll make you a deal
Blow away your struggle
And I'll take your soul for a toy

After rubbing my eyes
I looked all around me
At the half-finished drivel
I'd worked on for days

And I told him my dream
Was to live for all time
In some perfect refrain
Like the man who wrote 'Danny Boy'

And I said if you're real
Then I'll ask you a question
While most of us turn
Into ashes or dust

Just you and that other guy
Go on forever
But who writes the history
And who do I trust?

He gave me a wink
And he said it was funny
How mortals would pour
All their blood, sweat and tears

Onto tape, onto paper
Or into the air
To be lost and forgotten
Outside of his kind employ

Then I thought I could hear
A great sound in the distance
Of whiskey-soaked singing
And laughter and cheers

And they're saying
That song could bring tears to a glass eye
So pass me the papers
I'll sign them in blood

And the smell of the brimstone
Was turned into greasepaint
And the roar of the crowd
Like the furies of hell

And I hear the applause
And I hear the bells ringing
And the sound of a woman's voice
From the next room

Saying come to me now
Come lay down beside me
Whatever you're doing
You're too gone to see

You can't hold onto shadows
No more than two years
So be glad for the pleasures
We're young enough to enjoy

So maybe I'm drunk or maybe a liar
Or maybe we're all living inside a dream
You can say what you like
When I'm gone, then you'll see

I'll be down in the dark
Down underground
With Shakespeare and Bach
And the man who wrote 'Danny Boy'

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Nine Pound Hammer - Lyrics - Blood, Sweat, And Tears - Johnny Cash

Title: Nine Pound Hammer
Album: Blood, Sweat, And Tears
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Merle Travis

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Lyric:
Well, this nine pound hammer is a little too heavy
For my size, honey for my size
I'm goin' on the mountain, gonna see my baby
And I ain't comin' back, Lord I ain't comin' back

Oh, roll on buddy, don't you roll so slow
How can I go when my wheels won't roll
Roll on buddy, pull a load o'coal
How can I go when my wheels won't roll

Well, it's a long way to Harlem, it's a long way to Hazard
Just to get a little brew, just to get a little brew
Now when I'm long gone you can make my tombstone
Out of number nine coal, out of number nine coal

Roll on buddy, don't you roll so slow
How can I go when my wheels won't roll
Oh, roll on buddy, pull a load o'coal
How can I go when my wheels won't roll

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Diary Of A Madman - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Diary Of A Madman
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Anthony Berkeley, David Collins, Robert Jr Diggs, Arnold Hamilton, Paul Huston, Walter Reed

Lyric:
They killed my baby, oh, God, they killed my baby
(Order in the court, order in the court)
I will make you pay for this you murderers
(Order in the court, order in the court)
(I said order in the court now)

Now, before this court passes judgement
Will the four defendant please, rise and approach the bench
Trust me guys, it's all under control
The judge is my uncle, he'll take the insanity plea
Oh, yeah, don't forget my retained balance

Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity
Claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hideous murders
Can you please explain to this court
How these so called spirits made you into these raving madmen?

Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism
The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread

I've been examined ever since I was semen
They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon
At birth the nurses surrounded my with needles
And drugged me all up with the diseases of evil

Grew up in Hell, now I dwell, in an Islamic Temple
I'm fighting a holy war in the mental
Look deep into my eyes, you'll see visions of death
Possessed by homicide is what I'm obsessed

Giving niggaz brain dimples
Dragging they asses on a hook by they temples
The cause of death is unknown to the cops
'Cause when I kill them, I'm not leavin' one element to autopse

First I'll assasinate 'em
And them I'll cremate them
And take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate 'em

Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone
Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones
You try to haunt me nigga, I ain't trying to hear it
Buck, Buck, Buck, I'll give your ass a Holy Spirit

Stressed full, try to avoid all impure thoughts, I am loosing my mind
Can you please explain to this court when these problems first began?

The year 84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen
I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years
Of blood sweat and tears

I saw the torture brutal murder of my father
So my brain became stained with the horror
I'm having reoccurring nightmares
Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair

I got tackled with handcuffs
And shackled in restraint
At the bottom of a Holy Tabernacle
They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks

And sewed my eye lids open, so I couldn't sleep
About to die from thirst, that's when the minister
Quenched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar
Upon my wounds they seasoned me with salt

And nailed my hands, feet to the form of the cross, ah, I cry
As the blood drips inside of my eye, refusing to die
Visions of Hell tormented my face
So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape

Oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta
Esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca, carajo, cono
Calm down people, please, calm down
Let us please, proceed with the defendants explanation

Enta the realms of understanding
And take good heed and you could bleed
While I'm standing, three stages of pure hell
Justifications of red cells, rain drops hits the pelv

Path is dull and narrow
You're stalked by a shadow
I pierced your skull with a fucking arrow
So narrow, only one could enter at a time

Stuck in the center, read the signs
A thousand doors to choose
You better hurry
Don't stop, shit is getting hot as a pot of curry

On your right side there's fire
On you left, deep waters
Watch your step, it's deep waters
What's that coming through the floor?
It's a claw, took his fucking ass to the fucking core

Stroll through the dark conditions
I stone you till I see sparks of friction
I chop ya like a coal miner
Then combine the drug and mix it with your blood

Some more, I give you some more
And watch you crawl
Guts hit the floor
Worms that dig your pores

I trick ya, ha, then I'm quick to syringe
Deep into my thoughts and bust out your skin
You scream, portraits of inflictable pain
You can't stand, you're up to your hands in quick sand

You're sinking and sinking deep into the earth
Thoughts was possessed since the first day of birth
My mental says it's my turn to possess the matta
Stab you with a dagga of Jacob's Ladder

Thoughts become shattered, confused, and tragic
Fiery thoughts of Gravediggaz
Guilty, next case

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Rap Superstar - Lyrics - Skull & Bones - Cypress Hill

Title: Rap Superstar
Album: Skull & Bones
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid
Growin' up, lookin' in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up
To rock crowds make money chill wit the honies
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me, shits funny

How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin' with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears
And losin' some of your peers and losin' some of your self

Music has past gone by hopefully you don't manifest
For the wrong guy Egomaniac, in the Brainiac
Don't know how to act, shits deep
Forty eight tracks studio gangsta mack

Sign a deal emcees wanna make a mill
But never will till he crosses over still
Feelin' no hate but fantasies come wit these
Just to sacrifice the taste of makin' cheese

You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play

Trapped in what you rappin' about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The rout you took started collapsing
No fans, no fame, no respect
No change, no women, and everyone shits on your name

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

When you sign to a record label
You don't know just signed your life over
And these whiteboys don't care about you
'Cause the minute you fall off

They'll find another Noreaga
And they'll find another Capone 'n' Noreaga
And they'll find another B Real
So you need to just keep stack your chips up

Do what you gotta do while you hot?
And mafuckin' get out the game
This isn't the drug game
It's even worse

Because in the drug game
Because if someone jerks you
You can shoot 'em and kill 'em
But in this game if someone jerks you
You gotta be humble

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

My own son don't know me
Sittin' up in the hotel room lonley
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home

But only no radio or videos
'Cause they show me no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony

I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back

Is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium
Who just wanna cling on swing on

And so on and go on and fall off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar
Wit no shame give him a year

And they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one
Who came before him
Gained fame started gettin' ignored

I warned him, assured him
This ain't easy take it from weezy
Sleezy people wanna be cheesey
They're fuckin' evil

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

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Jimmy Mathis - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Jimmy Mathis
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Pamela Haley, Warren Mathis, Tim Mosley, Susan Mayo, Delores Buttrey

Lyric:
New south, [Incomprehensible] Athems Joy, Mudd Kat'z
[Incomprehensible]
The Mathis family, they cant hide
Their money from us no more, it's going down

Jimmy Mathis, please come out here
And tell these folks who ya son is
And Mama tell Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got none

Jimmy Mathis, please come out here
And tell these folks who ya son is
And Mama tell Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got none

Any blood sheared for causes that deserves it, is blood well worth it
We fought to preserve it, you caught him in person
You know Bubba siked out, you hate it when they talk
But love it when I shout

Fuck with me, I doubt that you really can
When I get to doin' my Hill Billy dance, a step to the left
And 2 back to the right, take a shot of petrone
And get back to the mic

Yeah I'm rappin' tonite, but as soon as the light hit
I'm all about the green man, to hell with this white shit
Unless it's that white shit that speed up ya pulse rate
Some cardiac arrest so sweet with a dough taste

This what they must face, I'ma be right here
Spittin' these flames out, and drinkin' Bud Light beer
'Til the cows home and the dogs quit barkin'
Daddy tell 'em who I am and don't beg no pardons

Jimmy Mathis, please come out here
And tell these folks who ya son is
And Mama tell, Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got none

Jimmy Mathis, please come out here
And tell these folks who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got none

They watch me in the country, like the rates on Sunday
And I wear the crown for 'em till you take it from me
I made some money, but blew most up
Bought and sold all the shit that you bust up

But I love my life, and ain't much I regret
I just hope I remember half of what I forget
Through years and the tears, the blood and the sweat
But if you ever believe, its time to double your bet

'Cause I ain't even tapped into half my potential
But I have shown growth though and that is essential
Grab you a pencil, jot a few notes down
The questions they asked me, the answers I know now

Bet I ain't no clown, fuck what you thought, dogg
I'm with Jimmy Mathis ol' truck with a saw, dogg
Just to rip up, let some shit jump
We'll take it to the water, and yo shit will get sunk

Jimmy Mathis, please come out here
And tell these folks who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got none

Jimmy Mathis, please come out here
And tell these folks who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got none

Jimmy Mathis, please come out here
And tell these folks who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got none

Jimmy Mathis, please come out here
And tell these folks who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got none, wot?

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