Box Of Rain - Lyrics - Fallout From The Phil Zone (Live) - Grateful Dead

Title: Box Of Rain
Album: Fallout From The Phil Zone (Live)
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert Hunter, Philip Lesh

Lyric:
Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining, birds are winging
No rain is falling from a heavy sky

What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago

Walk out of any doorway, feel your way, feel your way
Like the day before, maybe you'll find direction
Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you

What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you are sleeping?
Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too

Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear
To another day, maybe been seen before
Through other eyes on other days while going home

What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago

Walk into splintered sunlight, inch your way
Through dead dreams to another land, maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear

What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through

Just a box of rain, wind and water
Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on
Sun and shower, wind and rain
In and out the window like a moth before a flame

And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there
Believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare

And it's just a box of rain or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there

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Still Here - Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Still Here
Album: The Phoenix
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): J. Houston, P Houston, P Beauregard, Lyfe Jennings

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Lyric:
It's that man again
Some people have heard of him as a hustler
Hell, hope live, really

Street life killed my daddy
Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy
Since I lost my first tooth, I ain't been happy
Young wild nigga child, why that boy is so nappy?

He got that devil in I'm police wanna take him down
Used to be a player but the Coochie cost money now
He ain't to bright but he know a trap when he see one
Got is conscious in his pants with his gun

Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah
It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though
Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah
It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though

Shoe box full of pictures
All that's left of good times I've shared with my niggas
Some alive and some no longer with us
How da, how da, how da hell do you pray for forgiveness?

When you got devil in you
Rogain keeps the hair strong but cocaine keeps the cable on
I can't wait till my nigga JB come home
Why do all the real niggas stay gone so long?

Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah
It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though
Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah
It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though

Even though a nigga still in the hood, gettin' drunk and smokin' on wood
I'ma make it up out of this street life on the corner is where I stood
Out there all by myself 'cause a player gotta get this mil
Wearin' fur ain't doin' us no good flippin' burgers ain't gon' make you filled

But I'm still ten toes in this hustlin' tryna make hood rich
And I still ain't trustin' no bitch 'cause the mother fuckers always snitch
It's hard in this ghetto man fifteen years old with coke and cane
Cheese don't come I'ma go insane snatch me a purse, snatch me a chain

Out here on the block with the fiends and the moon
Squeeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon
He done stole my dough, he took my food
Project wasn't born with a silver spoon

In my mouth, in my grill wear six chain then niggas get killed
One in the grave the other in jail, nobody wins thats fo' real
Back way when I was a runny nose runnin' round up and down
The town carrying a black glock and a gold frown

I kept that product on me, it wasn't no problem homie
You said it, I had it and met you if you stole my money
Just tryna buy bologna but now I'm buying lobster
Still totin' a glock but pushing a Rolls Royce and winning Oscars

Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings
If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug
'Round us a good day, yeah

Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah
It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though
Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah
It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though

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Apartment Song - Lyrics - Clarks

Title: Apartment Song
Artist: Clarks
Composer(s): Scott Blasey, Robert Hertweck, Greg Joseph, David Minarik

Lyric:
Walking down the street, honey, New Orleans
I?m gonna slip my note into the pocket of your jeans
And how was I to know turning green on red
A 'Waitress In The Sky' still playing in my head

Days like these, you know are no one's fault
A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt
Well, gimme little time to shake up
I?ll meet you when I finally wake up around two
Lookin' for the truth

Walking up the stairs to the second floor
I?m gonna slip my note into the keyhole of your door
And how was I to know turning right from wrong?
I walk right into this lonely apartment song

Things like these, you know are no one's fault
A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt
Well, gimme little time to shake up
I?ll meet you when I finally wake up around two
Lookin' for the truth, lookin' for the

Walking down the street, honey, New Orleans
I?m gonna slip my hand into the pocket of your dreams
And how was I to know turning light from dark?
Lease it for a year I got a place in Highland Park

Days like these, you know I feel your pain
A bottle of rhymes, a little music box of rain
Well, gimme little time to shake up
I?ll meet you when I finally wake up around two
Without you, around two, without you or with you

Walking up the stairs to the second door
We?re gonna leave our ghosts on the polished hardwood floor
And how was I to know turning right from wrong
I walk right out of this vacant apartment song

Things like these, you know I feel your pain
A bottle of rhymes, a little music box of rain
Well, gimme little time to shake up
I?ll meet you when I finally wake up around two
Around two, around two, around two, around two

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Episode Of Blonde - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Episode Of Blonde
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
One, two, three, four

I spy for the spirit of curiosity
All the scandals of each vain monstrosity
I gossip and I pry and I insinuate
If the failure is great then it tends to fascinate

A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain
Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane
Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10 pin bowling lane
But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame

So you jumped back with alarm
Every Elvis has his army, every rattlesnake its charm
Can you still hear me? Am I coming through just fine?
Your memory was buried in a simple box of pine

Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
It's such a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
But the last thing you need is another episode of blonde

Revolving like a jeweler's figure on a music box
Spangled curtain parted and a night-club scene unlocks
Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got

To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon
A tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan this stolen feeling
Amplified up through a busted speaker
Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond reason

Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards
Half out of the taxi cab the barker seized my elbow
He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim looking for St. Elmo

Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
It's such a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
But the last thing you need is another episode of blonde

I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays
He would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze
She was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble
Now they are both living in a soft soap bubble

The film producer's contemplating, entertaining suicide
The picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride
The timepiece stretched across his wrist
She couldn't care less cast aside

The scent that so repelled him that he swore, insecticide
And there's a farewell note to mother
That will conclude, 'Your loving Son
Oh, tell your other children not to do as I have done'

Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
It's such a shame, it's such a shame, shame, shame, shame
Shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
But the last thing you need, this last thing you want
Is another episode of blonde, it's another episode of blonde
Oh it's another episode of blonde

So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing that he sees
And names the painting "Christ's Last Exit into Purgatory"
Receiving secret messages from an alien intelligence
And paying off his stalker it's a legitimate expense

So paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow girls with puckered lips
She's a trophy on your arm a magnet for your money clip
The moral of this story is the sorry tale to say
They're pieced with links of chains so they can never run away

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Toney Sigel A.K.A. The Barrel Brothers - Lyrics - The Big Doe Rehab - Ghostface Killah

Title: Toney Sigel A.K.A. The Barrel Brothers
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis Coles, Levar Coppin, Ugene Dozier, Dwight Grant, Phil Hurtt, Deleno Matthews

Lyric:
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch

The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh 'cuz I catch the hottest
My little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'

You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift
Big Bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff
My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th
And we ball from plentys of parties 'cuz we start shit

Parole holes, six months in the box
My little sister got her head shaved off
She made it home for shop
We sellin' Carters, Pampers, Similac formula

Anything ya take because the paper keep callin' ya
Gangsters keep ballin' fosho, we want more
We make it rain from the tech and the wop
The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us

To slow us up, they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
Three hundred pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B

Guns imported from Dubra
Wheel jazz and shit bags
Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels
Renaissance

I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel
I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies
Cop killers with a box of dummies
Dummies stuck to the project floors
Niggas is suited up and be ready for war

It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knife work like the guillotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, somethin'

Empty out the whole clip and reload
Shot gun barrel leave you smokin' like a broke stove
Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit
The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit

I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no tellin' what I do for a dollar

Pop a nigga right in front of his mama
Son a nigga right in front of his daughter
And I'm nothin' like a father
Couldn't come from these nuts I got

To see Baltimore suck this cock
I know most of y'all wouldn't understand
Get it, understand
Yeah, some niggas will and some niggas won't
Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't

You's a fake it 'til you make it type a nigga
I'm a straight up take it type a nigga
Pistol whip a nigga 'til I break it type a nigga
I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags
Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass

Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem

You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer
I can't stop won't stop
This how we do it from Philly to Shaolin

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The Beauty Of The Rain - Lyrics - Dar Williams

Title: The Beauty Of The Rain
Artist: Dar Williams
Composer(s): Dar Williams

Lyric:
And you know the light is fading all too soon
You're just two umbrellas one late afternoon
You don't know the next thing you will say
This is your favorite kind of day
It has no walls, the beauty of the rain
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls

And there's nothing wrong, but there is something more
And sometimes you wonder, what you love her for
She says, you've known her deepest fears
'Cause she's shown you a box of stained glass tears
It can't be all, the truth about the rain
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls

But when she gave you more to find
You let her think, she'd lost her mind
And that's all on you
Feeling helpless if she asked for help
Or scared you'd have to change yourself

And you can't deny this room will keep you warm
You can look out of your window at the storm
But you watch the phone and hope it rings
You'll take her any way she sings
Or how she calls, the beauty of the rain
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls
How it falls, how it falls, how it falls

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Osmosis Land - Lyrics - Earthsuit

Title: Osmosis Land
Artist: Earthsuit
Composer(s): Adam Laclave, Paul Meany, Roy Mitchell

Lyric:
Every night and every single day
The sun will rise, the moon it will fade
And in our web idols were spun
Caught up in oblivion

So we come with the song, come with the sword
Come with the image of the Son
Come with the song, come with the sword
What we behold we become

Living in osmosis land
We're living in osmosis land

Come on and bring up, bring the swing
Everybody get up
Bring up, bring the swing, let my God erupt
In this land of Osmosis

Come on and bring up, bring the swing
Everybody get up
Bring up, bring the swing, let my God erupt
In this land of Osmosis

Every night and every single day
The sun will rise, the moon it will fade
And in our web idols were spun
Caught up in oblivion

So we come with the song, come with the sword
Come with the image of the Son
Come with the song, come with the sword
What we behold we become

Living in osmosis land
We're living in osmosis land

Come on and bring up, bring the swing
Everybody get up
bring the swing, let my God erupt
In this land of Osmosis

Come on and bring up, bring the swing
Everybody get up
bring the swing, let my God erupt
In this land of Osmosis

I'm not the same as I ever was like the box of Pandora
Never to be the duplicate of old forms of order
Whenever the eyes seem to rip off and go
I run to the flow, there's a stream for my soul

Send me over, send me over
I'm coming up out of the brick and the mortar
To break up all of the disorder
I want to become forever the essence of the Son
Abide like the tundra in the rain

Pride to the side
Let the inner man crowd get up
In osmosis land a bland house erupts
Frequently injected sterilize eyes infected
Noise rock on 'cause I ain't had enough

Migrate to the edge, Earthsuits in a pile
You'll never find the promise land while soakin' in the Nile
I'd like to take a surge where I know I'll be not like Enoch
And escalate

God above invade my soul
I become what I behold

Come on and bring up, bring the swing
Everybody get up
let my God erupt
In this land of Osmosis

Come on and bring up, bring the swing
Everybody get up
let my God erupt
In this land of Osmosis

Living in osmosis land
We're living in osmosis land

We are , we are, we are
We are , we are, we are
We are, we are living

God above invade my soul
I become what I behold
God above invade my soul
I become what I behold

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Do This My Way - Lyrics - NIA - Blackalicious

Title: Do This My Way
Album: NIA
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker, Tom William Shimura

Lyric:
I be the first ever Asian astronaut, blastin' off, castin' off
The ties that bind like a smashed guitar
Rode a mastodon out Jurassic Park
Chased by a fan in a Tyrannosaur mask, travel the traffic cop
Past the spot where the ostrich got across for the ocelot
What I couldn't of bought
'Cos they wouldn't a popped y'all just for me to cop it one

So I had to be up, I'm going gradually up
Into the galaxy bus until I can't feel my lungs
I pass the family up, I see an enemy's bus
Saw the anatomy up, I catch the ballerinas

Now I was walkin' down this one block, didn't hear a gun shot
Smellin' hell or nature, pickin' fruit off of a kumquat
Tree another day up in this life under the sunspot
Light upon my inner vision searchin' for an answer
Heriditary, man-in-glory, days of the missile fury inventory took

And while I raise
Rain began to fall from the verbal dance I did amaze all the natives
And the ladies said, "You're crazy, would you love to have my baby?"
And I plays with the chief of the Mahicans and the Sheikh
And traveled everywhere from Delaware way up to Mozambique
Was givin' praise with the deacon at the steeple
Spirit-seekin' on the weekend with a tea can and a pair of old shades

It's such a beautiful thing, this musical thing
When I can do it my way and shootin' no blanks
I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing
Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we aims to be

The venomist, instrumentalist, syllabal-mystic man traveler
Skippin' through the brakes on a Wednesday into a city plaza
Tryin' to make it 20 out of 15 pennies on the after
The cold-hearted world creepin' on my destiny like salamanders
Enchanters 'cos I run their goose and I be the gander
Cleanin' out the digestive tract of hip-hop like cranberries

Shinin' like amber, all of the children told me, "Damn you're an
Answer to our ears and deadly threat that's posed by cancer"
On prancer, on comet, on cupid, I'm Santa
Got more flow than Flo Jo, while I laugh ho ho ho, got jo jo dancer
Punchlines, I'm a crunch time Casper, and a one-time champion for it
A hundred lifetimes in the hereafter, and for the reincarnation transform
What the heck I'll come back for it
Gotta handle chores now, and discuss all of that with God afterwards

We goin' bobsled off the Himalayas with the bottle of bobs
[Incomprehensible]
In a big ol' box full of the latest compilations
And then we won't stop til we hit the Appalachians
To the Bullets Bargain Basement then 'cross the Baltic ocean basin
Then ride 'cross that Oakland night bridge
A drop deposit in the drop embankment
Makin' cakes that taste like Tecrine

Bakin' ex-potatoes, raisins, plantains, M and M's, peanuts, grape juice
I'm savin' my pay checks to get my plane fixed why's that
We goin' fly all night, stop the propellers and
Jump out of the side with umbrellas and
Let's make them all night the caterpillars that
Take us to the top the Himalayas

It's such a beautiful thing, this musical thing
When I can do it my way and shootin' no blanks
I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing
Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we aims

A lot of people follow Saba fellow and tolerate indeed
About to lead 'em all to battle upon the bottom of the beat
And plant a seed of thought that sproutin'
Like a balance like a teeter-totter
Seen a lot of freedom down the feat amount to beat the drama

He began to dis until the nurse, the passengers had grabbed his shirts
And nothin' happened assured the captain and the person
But the pressure had expanded, and inertia burst, the cabin burst
And all 'em burgers, blankets, rations, animals and drinks, they flew out

Fleets a lots of man, climb upon the wall like Peter Parker
Meeter of the creed of darker regions, darker seasons
These are not the reasons for the grief and now proceed to outer-reaches
How to keep styles from seepin' outta me

They flew out the fuselage had blew in time
It stupid to have the attitude
When you would dive into the ground
Now if you'd have thought of suicide
If you would try but you would tie
A parachute onto a slide
And took a dive, now who's alive?

It's such a beautiful thing, this musical thing
When I can do it my way and shootin' no blanks
I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing
Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we end

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London Crawling - Lyrics - Rialto

Title: London Crawling
Artist: Rialto
Composer(s): Louis Robert Eliot

Lyric:
I'll call you up from a phone box
Your light is on it's 3 o' clock
We'll go for a drive with the radio on
And you'll come alive to a forgotten song

London crawling
Through the sodium glow
Just like lovers again
Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain

London crawling
Through the sodium glow
Just like lovers again
Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain

Under the cover of the narcotic night
The streaming colors of the traffic lights
The two of us dreading the end
Burning our money in a basement

London crawling
Through the sodium glow
Just like lovers again
Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain

Sunday morning
And I don't want to go
Back to my single bed
To be lying alone out of my head

Don't stop at the lights
There's no one else coming

London crawling
Through the sodium glow
Just like lovers again
Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain

Sunday morning
And I don't want to go
Back to my single bed
To be lying alone out of my head

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Cajun Moon - Lyrics - Ricky Skaggs

Title: Cajun Moon
Artist: Ricky Skaggs
Composer(s): Jim Rushing

Lyric:
The moon is full and my heart is high
I love to dance, oh me, oh my
Gonna have more fun than a tree in a coon
Tonight's the dance of the cajun moon

Pick ups and wagons 'round the river road shack
Bonfires draw in a crowd out back
Step through the door and I see my Sheri
That's when I feel her mama's eyes on me

Cajun moon, nugget of gold
River of light on the bayou
You're just like rain to a love in bloom, so
Shine on me oh, cajun moon

Guitar, a squeeze box, a fiddle, a bow
Little band playin' every song they know
Old woman sittin' there and yellin' for more
My heart is willin', but my feet, they're so sore

Cajun moon, nugget of gold
River of light on the bayou
You're just like rain to a love in bloom, so
Shine on me oh, cajun moon

Once more we're waltzin' to Jolie Blond
I lean in closer and Sheri responds
Her mama's smilin' as we slip from the room
To sit and stare at the cajun moon

Cajun moon, nugget of gold
River of light on the bayou
You're just like rain to a love in bloom, so
Shine on me oh, cajun moon

Cajun moon, nugget of gold
River of light on the bayou
You're just like rain to a love in bloom, so
Shine on me oh, cajun moon

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Freak Of Nature - Lyrics - Freak Of Nature - Anastacia

Title: Freak Of Nature
Album: Freak Of Nature
Artist: Anastacia
Composer(s): Billy Manny, Anastacia Newkirk, Richie Jones, Eric Kupper

Lyric:
I'm a freak
Excuse me?
What you say to me?
Oh no you didn't
No I'm not
I'm sorry but you know
I ain't that kind of girl

Look at me and see a little girl inside my skin
It's a supernatural, oh
So don't be tryin' to be pushin' up on me baby
My momma taught me better than that
The bigger you are
The harder you fall

I'm about the original
Not typical
Not ooh la la baby
You can hold me responsible
It's chemical
If you bring it out in me

Aah, I'm a freak of nature
You better beware, danger
Aah, I'm your midnight angel
I'm a freak
Come on yeah
I'm a freak of nature

I'm a little material , got bling bling
My glasses gotta shade, yeah
But there's a hippy chick in me
That's barefoot walkin' in the grass
Just 'cause I like sippin' on champagne
Doesn't mean I'm not afraid of the rain

I'm about metaphysical
Not practical
Not plan ahead baby
If you open Pandora's box
Prepare yourself
'Cause the world has been changin'

Aah, freak of nature, yeah
You better beware, danger
Aah, I'm your midnight angel
I'm a freak
(Ooh yeah)
I'm a freak of nature

Freaky deaky lookin' completely
Sassafras so honey drink me
Finger lickin' I've been thinkin'
I'm the bomb your clock is tickin'
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, I'm about the original
Not typical
Not ohh la la baby
If you open Pandora's box
Prepare yourself
Because the world has been changin'

Aah, freak of nature
You better beware, danger
I'm your midnight angel
I'm a freak
I'm a freak of nature

Aah, freak of nature
You better beware, danger
I'm your midnight angel
I'm a freak
I'm a freak of nature
Oh, that's freak enough for me

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Blackout - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Blackout
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): David Styles, Jayson Phillips, Earl Simmons, Shawn Carter, Kasseem Dean, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Jay! Fuck that, this is it right here baby!
You know what it is

Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the matchin' bandanna
38-snub blue steel with no hammer

And I see y'all niggaz tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin' your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green

I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label

'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
They call me Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't, want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip

Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X.
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck

Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine

I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe

I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told

I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig

I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver

If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent

L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from 'Bronx Tale'
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die?
I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime, motherfucker

I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us

It started from hunger, till it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came

I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'

Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes not
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top
Where the sun roof used to be, I could see y'all not used to me

Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya motherfuckers
Y'all niggaz 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other

I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start namin' names again, what?

All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz, aight

Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth, got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered, what?
'It's Dark,' and I love it, get him boy, let him loose, c'mon
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot, c'mon

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Frgt/10 - Lyrics - Reanimation - Linkin Park

Title: Frgt/10
Album: Reanimation
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Charl Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Brad Delson, Dave Farrell, Joseph Hahn, Mike Shinoda, Mark Wakefield

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Lyric:
From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me

We're stuck in a place so dark, you can hardly see
The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
I block out the sight of the powers that be

And duck away into the darkness, times up
I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut
So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
And the eyes ease open and it's dark again

From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me but why should I care?

In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up

Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs
I'm nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around
Watchin' the wheels of cars that pass, I look past
To the last of the light and the long shadows it casts

A window grows, captures the eye
And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rock with antennas on top

Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game
And while the inside's changed, the box stays the same
And the figure inside could bear anybodys name

The memories I keep are from a time like then
I put on my paper so I could come back to them
Someday, I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

Yo, from the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me

I'm here at this podium talking the ceremonial offerings
Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
What's happening? City governments are eternally napping
Trapped in greedy covenants, causing urban collapsing

Bullets that scar souls with dark holds, get more than
Your car stole, some hearts be blacker than charcoal
For real, this society's deprivation depends
Not on our differences but the separation within

No preparation is made, limited aid and minimum wage
Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
Tragedy within a parade, the darkness overspreads
Like a permanent plague, I'm the forgotten

In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up

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Maybe One Day - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Maybe One Day
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Buckwild Rachid Lonnie Lynn, M Dixon, Al Green

Lyric:
One to the, to the two
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
One time as we do it like this, yeah
Grand Puba, common sense

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's all love y'all, it's all love y'all
It's all love y'all, what you say?
Nigga

Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains

When we gonna realize and make the change
And take the blame, erase the shame
'Cause new millennium is knockin' at your door
The new world order's what they got in store

Now I can't stress this enough, life sure is rough
You gotta go through a whole lotta shit just for you to get a little bit
Born into existence where your existence is non-existent
But your persistence overcomes their resistance

Your daily mechanism is your defense
Whether it be past or present tense, don't be dense
I'm droppin' this with common sense as we linger on into the darkness
Poisoned by society where high-anxiety is just one variety

Hatin' each other is another, brotha
I mean I'm really true to the shit, my spit ain't just spit
My duty is to save my people from all of this shit
And if I can get somethin' for doin' that then I'm gon' get and I won't quit

My ways and action manifest in my way of thinkin'
I just can't stand around and do nothin'
While my people sinkin', I told you that I stay true
And I gotta do, what I can do, when I can do

So maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains

When we gonna realize and make the change
And take the blame, erase the shame
'Cause new millennium is knockin' at your door
The new world order's what they got in store

Grand Pu, I'ma do, what I gotta do, when I can do
It's one for all like Brand Nubian, feedin' the multitudes
Of five loaves, dead men walkin' with lost souls
Some say the games are strange, our ways have been tribal

Since the days of Kemet, now displayed on Bennett
Revolution's like a pussy, I'm tryin' to stay up in it
And our music is a message, though some is afraid to send it
I don't know much about the new world order

II know I got a new daughter, direction and protection
I must provide for her, the moral of the story I'm building
Like O D B say, "We for the children"

Nike make a killin' off us, we kill each other, it kills me to see that
You take a life for gold, nigga did you really need that?
We try to escape the mix tapes, rims and weed sack
And to the new age, they say the women's gonna lead that, so

Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains

When we gonna realize and make the change
And take the blame, erase the shame
'Cause new millennium is knockin' at your door
The new world order's what they got in store

Oh say it ain't so
It ain't so
My peoples at a all time low
Double oh Pu'
Nowadays we doin' anything for dough
For the dough doe

Don't you know that knowledge is the note
What?
Know the ledge, don't hit the edge
The negativity pulls us down like gravity
Yup

Devilish ways and actions poisons us like a cavity
Yes sir
As we send this one throughout our whole proximity
Grand Pu' and common strive to come together

In this era of prepaid calling cards, I roll with squads called the Gods
Ignorance is at large, struggles in our backyard
I slap box with life and see we wasn't that hard
Long as you got God, even got gramps off lah

It's stray lies and bullets directed, to lead the village
Of lies disconnected like ghetto phones
Fuck a search through a magazine for better homes
It ain't gonna happen till the devil's gone with the breeze
And niggas get off they knees so

Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains

When we gonna realize and make the change
And take the blame, erase the shame
'Cause new millennium is knockin' at your door
The new world order's what they got in store

Black folk come on
Black people come on, come on, oh, oh yeah

Black people come on, I said
Black folk come on
Black people come on
Black people come on
Black people come on, I said
Black folk come on

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Bummer - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Bummer
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
His mama was a midnight woman
His daddy was a drifter drummer
One night they put it together
Nine months later came the little black bummer

He was a laid back lump in the cradle
Chewing the paint chips that fell from the ceiling
Whenever he cried he got a fist in his face
So he learned not to show his feelings

He was a pig-tail puller in grammar school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior High
And the first one in school to get laid

He was a weed-speed pusher at fifteen
He was mainlining skag a year later
He'd started pimping when they put him away
In jail he changed from a junkie to a hater

And just like the man from the precinct said
?Put him away, you better kill him instead
A bummer like that is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head?

They threw him back on the street, he robbed an A and P
He didn't blink at the buddy that he shafted
And just about the time they would have caught him too
He had the damn good fortune to get drafted

He was a-one bait for Vietnam
You see they needed more bodies in a hurry
He was a cinch to train 'cause all they had to do
Was to figure how to funnel his fury

They put him in a tank near the D.M.Z.
To catch the gooks slipping over the border
They said his mission was to search and destroy
And for once he followed and order

One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po valley
With the ground still steaming from the rain
There was a bloody little battle
That didn't mean nothing
Except to the few that remained

You see a couple hundred slants
Had trapped the other five tanks
And had started to pick off the crews
When he came on the scene
And it really did seem
This is why he'd paid those dues

It was something like a butcher going berserk
Or a sane man acting like a fool
Or the bravest thing that a man had ever done
Or a madman blowing his cool

Well he came on through like a knife through butter
Or a scythe sweeping through the grass
Or to say it like the man would have said it himself
Just a big black bastard, kicking ass

And just like the man from the precinct said
?Put him away, you better kill him instead
A bummer like that is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head?

When it was over and the smoke had cleared
There were a lot of V.C, bodies in the mud
And when the rescued men came over
For the very first time they found him smiling
As he lay in his blood

They picked up the pieces
And they stitched him back together
He pulled through though
They thought he was a goner

And it force them to give him
What they said they would
Six purple hearts
And the Medal of Honor

Of course he slouched as the chief white honkey said
?Service beyond the call of duty?
But the first soft thought was passing through his mind
?My medal is a mother of a beauty?

He got a couple of jobs with the ribbon on his chest
And though he tried he really couldn't do 'em
There was only a couple of things that he was really trained for
And he found himself drifting back to 'em

Just about the time he was ready to break
The V A stopped sending him his checks
Just a matter of time 'cause there was no doubt
About what he was going to do next

It ended up one night in a grocery store
Gun in hand and nine cops at the door
And when his last battle was over
He lay crumpled and broken on the floor

And just like the man from the precinct said
?Put him away, you better kill him instead
A bummer like that is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head?

Well he'd breathed his last, but ten minutes past
Before they dared to enter the place
And when they flipped his riddled body over they found
His second smile frozen on his face

They found his gun where he'd thrown it
There was something else clenched in his fist
And when they pried his fingers open
They found the medal of honor
And the Sergeant said
(Where in the hell, he get this?)

There was a stew about burying him in Arlington
So they shipped him in box to Fayette
And they kind of stashed him in a grave in the county plot
The kind we remember to forget

And just like the man from the precinct said
?Put him away, you better kill him instead
A bummer like that is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head?

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B - Boy 2000 - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: B - Boy 2000
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Binzer, Charlie Lopez, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Lawrence Parker, Anthony Valli, Bernard Williams

Lyric:
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
CXT KRS-One, boogie down, Crazy Town

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I wanna block with glocks and brass knuckles
A pocket full of weed and a B-boy belt buckle
Space age rage to rattle your cage
Runnin' amok as we fuck up the stage

Taking hip-hop to a whole new level
8-0-8 bass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel, supernatural
A mac with a pull act a fool Excalibur

Destroying MC's with my vocal algebra
We got somethin' new for you
For you to take your ass and move it too
Hit to lose it to, it's that crazy crew

Takin' you on a ride to the other side, check it
Bar codes on freaks programmed for freak mode
Black holes of lost souls let the story be told
Rock a B-boys stance, 'cause it's time to explode

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

If you ever want to know what time it is
Compared to what time it isn't
When you hear KRS in the house
Just run and get our ticket

'Cause when you come into the jam
The party will be kickin'
All the Wic Wacs and DJ's in the house
Jealous, it get so sickenin'

Now CXT are some cool guys
Still gettin' paid without no ties
At least no jack and I can't hack it
When you gonna ask the question why?

I never liked workin' at Mickey D's
All my life I got B's and C's
Down with the crew called BDP
Shifty, E.P.I.C now when you be

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, we gather 'round the sound

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I roll at light speed through space and time
With a boom box of beats and a book of rhymes
Cosmo kinetic, I just don't get it
These fools want to rock but their rhymes are pathetic

The Epic, digital bliss
The mega sound consists of a hard drive bits
Written under ground, Crazy Town rock so hard
You'll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universe

Ill thoughts disperse we're the first and last
High class, white trash rollin' a classic hover craft
In strange days the wickedest ways
Because the norm but it's far from the norm
When we perform, check it

B-boys make some noise, get connected
Respect it, you should expect the unexpected
B-girl reping at the front of the show
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O

'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Dope thoughts come when I hear a kick
Drum a bass beat transforms the level of the street
And the lyrics boulevard status yo, I'm the baddest
Beach front punks they insist I'm the raddest
Thing to hit ever since L.S.D.

Hallucinate while I dominate
I bring Satan to the table
When I rock, there is not a label for it
Critics adore it homicidal as it gets

Your wrist slit when I make suicidal imprints
On your brain, I induce pain, so I'm insane
Hell bent burnt you like acid rain
Extraordinarily, I lyricize specialize

In body rockin' rappin' and mackin'
Two triple O, I came to get down with my clique
Crazy Town we came to get down
Yes, yes y'all we came to get down

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

CXT, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
Work, work, work

C'mon, c'mon
Make it hard work

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Business Never Personal - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

Title: Business Never Personal
Album: Untold Story Volume II
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Marcelle Tom, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe
With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue
When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous
'Cause they know I'm packin' heat under the Willie Mays jersey

Nigga, it ain't nuttin' for me to empty a clip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips
I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks

So ain't nuttin' you can tell me, about the game
Come with beef and leave here without your brains
And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine
In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain

And you know I got the South clickin'
'Cause ain't nuttin' like niggaz with gold teeth
And them down South chickens
So fuck with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin'
This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got family
I'm doin' 85, in the 50 mile an hour lane
Tryin' to handle my business, the Figaro stack change

Independent tycoons, tycoons, yeah
My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms
Bad to the bone, to the bone
And can't trust a nigga for shit 'cause Fed's on the phone

My whole crew dirty, fuckin' with amphetamines
Catch you slippin' blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin', knowin'
And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens

Still blowin'
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, nigga can you feel me?

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

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Break Out Of This Box - Lyrics - TCG - Cheetah Girls

Title: Break Out Of This Box
Album: TCG
Artist: Cheetah Girls
Composer(s): Adrienne Eliza Bailon, Sabrina Bryan, Courtney Dayle Harrell, Jc Chasez, Claude Kelly, Ernest E Dixon, Theron Otis Feemster

Lyric:
Everybody tells me to let it go
I think they're crazy, they just don't know
I wish that they saw things the way that I do
I'm not that different, I'm just like you

I still look for shelter when the rain starts to pour
Sometimes I get mad over nothing at all
But I can't let it break me, gotta give it my all
If I stand for nothing then I fall

Sometimes up, sometimes down
Living my dreams with my feet on the ground
I'm not perfect, nobody is
Gotta break out this box you try to keep me in

Woah, woah
Living my dreams with my feet on the ground
Woah, woah
Gotta break out this box you try to keep me in

I'm my own burden, gotta carry the weight
Can't point the finger for my mistakes
I won't let no one tell me who I should be
'Cuz at night I answer to only me

I still look for shelter when the rain starts to pour
Sometimes I get mad over nothing at all
But I can't let it break me, gotta give it my all
If I stand for nothing then I fall

Sometimes up, sometimes down
Living my dreams with my feet on the ground
I'm not perfect, nobody is
Gotta break out this box you try to keep me in

Woah, woah
Living my dreams with my feet on the ground
Woah, woah
Gotta break out this box you try to keep me in

If I wait around and let somebody tell me how to live
I'll be invisible
Won't let you hold me back, won't let you keep me boxed in
Even though

I'm sometimes up, I'm sometimes down
Living my dreams with my feet on the ground
I'm not perfect, nobody is
Gotta break out this box you try to keep me in

Sometimes up, sometimes down
Living my dreams with my feet on the ground
I'm not perfect, nobody is
Gotta break out this box you try to keep me in

Woah, woah
Living my dreams with my feet on the ground
Woah, woah
Gotta break out this box you try to keep me in

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