Brown Skin Woman - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: Brown Skin Woman
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, D Love

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Lyric:
Aiyyo Kris, yo, yo, yo
That was fresh, come with that next shit

Uh, fat, fat, fat, fat beats
How refreshing is it really?
How refreshing is it really?

Big shout out to Philly in the house
G. Simone, you know you're not alone
KRS-One on the microphone
Now we gonna come down Ruffneck like this now seen?
Mad Lion hold tight

Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a, hoe
Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo
Brown skin woman you a queen and not a, hoe
Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo

We don't come with disrespect, we come with intellect
If you come with disrespect, you get a rope around your neck
Some people don't expect me, to be so violent
But me nah violent, just myself I protect

Too many time I see, young gwal pickadee
Pay five, ten, twenty, thirty dollar to see
Some rapper, some singer, some celebrity
Talk 'bout they wan fi sex up and fill up you body

But them nah talk about peelin' off some money
For the pumpin' on a bed, when you haf the baby
Whattaya think can happen next? After you're done havin' sex?
Too much of ignorance, not enough intelligence

Mahn me not against sex but too many DJ
Talk sex but them not talk about the next day
'Cause the next day them gone and you sit alone
Got 'em soup up your mic, pon de microphone

Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a, hoe
Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo
Brown skin woman you a queen and not a, hoe
Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo

Brown skin gwal them can't diss, yo
'Cause you run the show
Them call you all type of bimbo
But you know you're not a hoe

Bwoy pickade, check out your history
Brown man is a God in any city
White, man knew dat and dat was a shock
So dem whip up your bod' and dem whippin' not stop

But dem nah can't stop us wit de whip and de chain
So dem take away your history, erase your name
Still, with no name, with no fight, with no fuss
We just, take on the name, that Massa give us

That name is Nigga, the correct is Negro
It's Spanish for Black, white mahn call us dat
There is also Negroid, also Negro
Now, all nigga pon the corner playin' cee-lo

Man you're not a negro, 'cause you're skin is not black
Take a look at yourself, you're brown and that's a fact
You not jump from no tree, you not live in no cave
That's some garbage dem print, dem want you to behave

You a African man, some say Asian
You must respect your love, all brown skin woman
If you diss your woman, you not come wit no plan
So shut up your mowf, til you must understand

Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a, hoe
Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo
Brown skin woman you a queen and not a, hoe
Any man that drop the lyric, what we give them the, bo

I know you want me to call you a nigga, no
I know you want me to call you a hoe, no
I know you want me to call you a bitch, no
This is how it go

Yes Kris, you're large
Another fat production by the Kid Capri
Big shouts to the engineer Naughty
Big shouts to Luca, and we outta here

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Outlaw Blues - Lyrics - Bringing All Back Home - Bob Dylan

Title: Outlaw Blues
Album: Bringing All Back Home
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Ain't it hard to stumble
And land in some funny lagoon?
Ain't it hard to stumble
And land in some muddy lagoon?

Especially when its
Nine below zero
And three o'clock
In the afternoon

Ain't gonna hang no picture
Ain't gonna hang no picture frame
Ain't gonna hang no picture
Gonna hang no picture frame

Well I might
Look like a Robert Ford
But I feel
Just like a Jesse James

Well, I was on some
Australian mountain range
Oh I wish I was on some
Australian mountain range

I got no reason
To be there
But I imagine it would be
Some kind of change

I've got my dark sunglasses
I've got for good luck, my black tooth
I've got my dark sunglasses
I'm carryin' for good luck, my black tooth

Don't ask me
Nothin' about nothin'
I just might tell you
The truth

I got a woman in Jackson
I ain't gonna say her name
I've got a woman in Jackson
I ain't gonna say her name

She's a
Brown-skin woman
But I
I love her just the same

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When You Got A Good Friend - Lyrics - Me And Mr. Johnson - Eric Clapton

Title: When You Got A Good Friend
Album: Me And Mr. Johnson
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Robert Leroy Johnson

Lyric:
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side
Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right

I mistreated my baby and I can't see no reason why
I mistreated my baby and I can't see no reason why
Anytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry

Wonder, could I bear apologize or would she sympathize with me?
Would she sympathize with me?
She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girlfriend can be

Baby I may be right or wrong
Baby, it's your opinion, well I may be right or wrong
Watch your close friend baby, then your enemies can't do you no harm

When you got a good friend that will stay right by your side
When you got a good friend that will stay right by your side
Oh give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right

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She Don'T Know My Name - Lyrics - Nelly

Title: She Don'T Know My Name
Artist: Nelly
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, O'Kelly Isley, Antwan Patton, Cornell Haynes, Nsilo Reddick, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Nicholas Sherwood, Calvin Broadus, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Let me see your grip
Let me see your grip
Hoo, hoo
Well, well, well yeah

There's this girl and I see her every day
But she don't know my name
And it ain't all that strange to me
'Cause I know hers, and it won't be long
Till she's convinced that I'm her man
The one that's gon' take her away

Yo, yo, yo, hey yo it's three in the mornin' and the party's still goin'
Hey bass still knockin', 'Pimp juice' still flowin'
'Tics in the back, you can smell the chronic blowin'
I got girls all around, I got my hef' game goin

Baby girl right but her partner got ass
You're the baby girl left but her partner got ass
She got 'em stuffed in them boy shorts covered up with lil' hearts
Her partner got 'em laced, cut right below the waist

You can tell they got taste by they ensemble
One like to salsa, the other the mambo
Why settle for one when I can have the combo?
Why do Cancun when I can go to cabo?

They like to work out, and I ain't talkin' taebo
They like fast cars and I ain't talkin' volvos
They both are the devil but they like it diablo
Don't worry got it covered just listen to Ronald

There's this girl and I see her every day
But she don't know my name
And it ain't all that strange to me
'Cause I know hers, and it won't be long
'Til she's convinced that I'm her man
The one that's gon' take her away

Hmm, she say them suckers agitate her, told her I'm a regulator
Man I wanna lay down witcha, maybe we can do it later
I ain't got no time to waste, another move I got to make
Cold thang, she ain't even know my nizzame

I didn't even have to say it, baby wanna stop and play it
Rewind that, pop and grind that
You'll find that, a woman like yourself can't keep cumin' by yourself
Get in where you fit in, now enjoy yourself

Cute bright skin brown skin take me to the mountain
Get you wet like a fountain, then get your counselin'
Have a seat have a drink have a toke, it's a, 'Doggy dog world'
You can have whatever you want or whatever you need
All you got to do it follow my lead, take my hand, and roll with me
And live it up, with a D-O-double-G, lavishly

There's this girl, and I see her every day
But she don't know my name
And it ain't all that strange to me
'Cause I know hers, and it won't be long
'Til she's convinced that I'm her man
The one that's gon' take her away

Hey girl, what's yo' fantasy?
Can I take you home? I want you here with me
Ooh girl you blow my mind, I want to be yo' freak
Let me take you there, to that ecstasy, hoo

Ooh baby, baby
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh , what's your name?
Gotta get you home with me tonight dear

There's this girl, and I see her every day
But she don't know my name
And it ain't all that strange to me
'Cause I know hers, and it won't be long
'Til she's convinced that I'm her man
The one that's gon' take her away

She don't know my name
She don't know my name
She don't know my name
She don't know my name

You know, you know
Gotta get you home baby

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Blood In The Boardroom - Lyrics - Puddle Dive - Ani Difranco

Title: Blood In The Boardroom
Album: Puddle Dive
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Angela Difranco

Lyric:
Sitting in the boardroom
The 'I'm-so-bored' room
Listening to the suits
Talk about their world

They can make straight lines
Out of almost anything
Except for the line of my upper lip when it curls
Dressed in my best greasy skin and squinty eyes

I'm the only part of summer here
That made it inside
In the air-conditioned building
Decorated with corporate flair

I wonder
Can these boys smell me bleeding
Though my underwear?

There's men wearing the blood
Of the women they love
There's white wearing the blood of the brown
But every woman learns to bleed from the moon

And we bleed to renew life
Every time it's cut down
I got my vertebrae all stacked up
As high as they go

I but I still feel myself sliding
From the earth that I know
So I excuse myself and leave the room
Say my period came early
But it's not a minute too soon

I go and find the only other woman on the floor
Is the secretary sitting at the desk by the door
I ask her if she's got a tampon I could use
She says, "Oh honey, what a hassle for you
Sure I do, you know I do"

I say, "It ain't no hassle, no, it ain't no mess
Right now it's the only power that I possess
These businessmen got the money
They got the instruments of death
But I can make life, I can make breath"

Sitting in the boardroom
The 'I'm-so-bored' room
Listening to the suits talk about their world
I didn't really have much to say
The whole time I was there

So I just left a big brown bloodstain
On their white chair

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Still Dirrty - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Christina Aguilera

Title: Still Dirrty
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Chris Brown, Christina Aguilera, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, ohh, ohh

If you see me walking down the street
Or in the pages of your magazine
Looking just a little differently
Showing off a softer side of me

They say I'm lookin' like a lady
They say that love is gonna change me
But don't be fooled by everything you see
I gotta let the naughty in me free, yeah

There's a woman inside of all of us
Who never quite seems to get enough
Tryin' to play by the rules is rough
'Coz sooner or later something's gonna erupt

'Coz I still got the nasty in me
Still got that dirrty degree
And if you want some more sexy
Still got that freak in me

I still got the nasty in me
Still got that dirrty degree
And if you want some more sexy
Still got that freak in me

No matter what you're thinking of me, still dirrty
And if you're still rollin' with me, still got it
No matter what you're thinking of me, still dirrty
Still got that freak in me

Why is a woman's sexuality
Always under so much scrutiny?
Why can't she do exactly as she please
Without being called a million things?

You say you're not the girl I used to know
'Coz I don't always wear revealing clothes
But don't be fooled, the moment I get home
I'm letting loose but in a private show

Now don't you know
There's some women out there who talk and stare
Who never seem to let down their hair
Like to pass judgment but they're just scared
And don't know what they're missing so they better beware

'Coz I still got the nasty in me
Still got that dirrty degree
And if you want some more sexy
Still got that freak in me

I still got the nasty in me
Still got that dirrty degree
And if you want some more sexy
Still got that freak in me

No matter what you're thinking of me, still dirrty
And if you're still rolling with me, still got it
No matter what you're thinking of me, still dirrty
Still got that freak in me

Don't tell me to behave
'Coz I'll never play that game
Don't tell me what to do
'Coz I'll never be uptight like you

Don't look at me that way
'Coz I ain't never gonna change
And if you're talking 'bout my life
You're only wasting your own time

If I wanna wear lingerie outside of my clothes
If I wanna be erotic in my own videos
If I wanna be provocative, well, that ain't a sin
Maybe you're not comfortable in your own skin

I still got the nasty in me
Still gots that dirrty degree
And if you want some more sexy
Still got that freak in me

I still got the nasty in me
Still got that dirrty degree
And if you want some more sexy
Still got that freak in me

Ooh, yeah, hey hey, ohh

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Stakes Is High (Remix) - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Stakes Is High (Remix)
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): C Bobbit, D Jolicoeur, A Jamal, F Wesley, James Yancey, J Brown, V Mason, K Mercer

Lyric:
The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

Gun control means using both hands in my land
Where it's all about the cautious livin'? Migrating to a higher form
Of consequence, compliments of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable
Man, every word I say should be a hip hop quotable

I'm sick of bitch's shakin' asses, I'm sick of talkin' about blunts
Sick of Versace glasses, sick of slang, sick of half-ass awards shows
Sick of name brand clothes, sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks
Cocaine and crack which brings sickness to blacks

Sick of swoll' head rappers with their sicker than raps
Clappers and gats, makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about a skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people, who be wastin' time? Screaming who they've hated, that's why the native tongues
Have officially been reinstated

Vibes, vibrations, stakes is high, higher than high
You know them stakes is high, higher than high
When we talkin' 'bout the vibes, vibrations

Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high
When we dealin' with the vibes, vibrations
Stakes is high, hey yo, what about that love?

Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds, loving to love mad sex
Loving to love guns, love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid, we living in them
Days of the man made ways where every aspect is vivid

These brothers no longer talk shit, hey yo, these niggas live it
'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone plug one translating
The zone, no offense to a player, but yo, I don't play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
JD Dove, show your love, what you got to say?

I say G's are making figures at a high regard
And niggas dying for it Nowadays ain't odd, investing in fantasies
And not God, welcome to reality, see times is hard
People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card

Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars
See, shit like that will make your mama cry
Better watch the way you spend it, 'cause the stakes is high

Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the vibes, vibrations
Stakes is high

I think that smiling in public is against the law
'Cause love don't get you through life no more
It's who you know and how you, son and how you gettin' in
And who the man holding, hey yo, and how was the scams
And how high? Yo what up? I heard you caught a body

Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti
But they ain't organized, mixing crimes with life enzymes
Taking the big scout route and niggas know doubt better
Than they know their daughters and their sons, oh boy

Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain positive contact
Just like my main man, who got others cleaning up
His physical influence, his mind got congested
He got the nine and blew it, neighborhoods are now hoods

'Cause nobody's neighbors, just animals surviving
With that animal behavior, under I, who be rhyming
From dark to light sky, experiments when needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects

When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do anything to get
The piece of the pie electrify, even die for the cash but at last I be out Even though you wantin' more, this issue is closed like an elevator door But soon reopened once we get to the next floor where the

Vibes, vibrations, stakes is high, y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the vibes, vibrations
Stakes is high, stakes is high, come on

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Fairytalez - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Fairytalez
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): S. Kinchen, Anthony Ian Berkeley, Arnold Ethen Hamilton

Lyric:
This is the story of three little pigs
And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white
Thought everything he did was right, the pigology of self
Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self

Rolled up on a pig named swine
A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind
The swine fell for the short tail
But no way in hell was earth that stale

Stone chicken eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay
When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade
The stone age, the origin of aids in the bone age
There was a pig, skin was black
He cleaned up the swine and they filthy acts

If not they was be forced to sent back
But trouble come first, stale shit got worse
Consumers of swine are now cursed
The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on
The shores of north America's hoof
When they celebrated thanksgiving with the wolf

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray

There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief
Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat
The rich man was paid, 'cause the poor man was workin'
Like a slave, he only gave him, minimum wage

The poor man endured this, torture for his four sons
His daughter and his wife, 'cause he sought a better life
His boss laid him off on the 4th of December
He sold sweatshirts and boxer shorts, to keep his fort

Now deep in the winter, he got pneumonia, from a cold
This ended all of the little hustles that he controlled
He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep he wouldn't eat
But by his side was a strong woman, not taking defeat

She pleaded and begged the rich man, for the hubby
Who gave fifteen years of his life, for the company
Conversation was brief, with no relief in sight
Then she unleashed her four sons into the night

They robbed that rich man blind
Then fled over the borderline, escaping with all the cream
But still could not restore the mind see
Life is a dangerous game and it seems cash rule eventually
Authored mentally

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray

The rich man's soul turned to dust through the lust
To control as much fluff, his cold heart touched
The old fart grew up, with goals to be the fly kid
With the golden midas, touch

Smokin' dutches that he ignited at will
Usin' hundred dollar bills the big will, up until, he collided
With fate, had a stroke while chokin' on some stake
This was fatal as hell was not bein' able to take his pace
Back to the cradle

Jack and Jill ran up the hill
Jack said, "I never ran, never will, 'cause I'm from Brownsville"
But still, the living provider, the outsider had beef
With Peter Piper 'cause his girl Goldilox put stocks in his viper

On the yellow brick road he lost control
Got charged for runnin' down the scarecrow, on the loose
Runnin' from hot pursuit, lead by Dr. Seuss
Riding hard on his jock, when Pete got blasted by the keystone cops

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray

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Stakes Is High - Lyrics - Stakes Is High - De La Soul

Title: Stakes Is High
Album: Stakes Is High
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): C Bobbit, D Jolicoeur, A Jamal, F Wesley, James Yancey, J Brown, V Mason, K Mercer

Lyric:
The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

Gun control means using both hands in my land
Where it's all about the cautious livin'
Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable
Man, every word I say should be a hip hop quotable

I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts
Sick of Versace glasses, sick of slang
Sick of half-ass awards shows
Sick of name brand clothes
Sick of R 'n' B bitches over bullshit tracks

Cocaine and crack which brings sickness to blacks
Sick of swoll' head rappers with their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick, even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

Man, life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about, a skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people
Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated
That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated

(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Higher than high)
You know them stakes is high
(Higher than high)
When we talkin' 'bout the

(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high
When we dealin' with the
(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Hey yo, what about that love?)

Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds
Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns
Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid
We living in them days of the man-made ways
Where every aspect is vivid, these brothers no longer talk shit

Hey yo, these niggas live it
'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone
Plug One translating the zone
No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say?

I say G's are making figures at a high regard
And niggas dying for it nowadays ain't odd
Investing in fantasies and not God
Welcome to reality, see times is hard

People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card
Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars
See, shit like that will make your mama cry
Better watch the way you spend it
'Cuz the stakes is high

Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high

I think that smiling in public is against the law
'Cuz love don't get you through life no more
It's who you know and "How you, son?"
And how you gettin' in, and who the man holding
Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high
Yo, what up, huh? I heard you caught a body
Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti

But they ain't organized

Mixing crimes with life enzymes
Taking the big scout route
And niggas know doubt better
Than they know their daughters
And their sons
(Oh boy)

Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain
Positive contact just like my main man
Who got others cleaning up his physical influence
His mind got congested, he got the nine and blew it
Neighborhoods are now hoods 'cuz nobody's neighbors
Just animals surviving with that animal behavior
Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky

Experiments when needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects
When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do
Anything to get the piece of the pie
Electrify, even die for the cash
But at last I be out even though you wantin' more
This issue is closed like an elevator door
But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the

(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high
Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the

(Vibes, vibrations)
Stakes is high
Stakes is high, come on

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Susan'S House - Lyrics - Beautiful Freak - Eels

Title: Susan'S House
Album: Beautiful Freak
Artist: Eels
Composer(s): Mark Everett, Jim Jacobsen, Jim Weatherly

Lyric:
Goin' over to Susan's house walking south down Baxter street
Nothin' hidin' behind this picket fence
There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles
On the sidewalk where her house burnt down 2 years ago
People say back then she really wasn't that crazy

Goin' over to Susan's house
Goin' over to Susan's house
I can't be alone tonight

Down by the donut prince a 15 year old boy
Lies on the sidewalk with a bullet in his forehead
In a final act of indignity the paramedics take off all his clothes
For the whole world to see while they put him in the bag
Meanwhile an old couple argues inside the Queen Bee
The sick fluorescent light shimmering on their skin

Goin' over to Susan's house
Goin' over to Susan's house
She's gonna make you right

Take a left down Echo Park a kid asked do I want some crack
TV sets are spewing bay watch through the windows into black

Here comes a girl with long brown hair who cant be more than 17
She sucks on a red Popsicle while she pushes a baby girl in a pink carriage
And I'm thinking that must be her sister, that must be her sister right?
They go into the 7-eleven and I keep walking and I keep walking

Goin' over to Susan's house
Goin' over to Susan's house
I can't be alone tonight
Goin' over to Susan's house

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(Quicksilver Daydreams Of) Maria - Lyrics - Townes Van Zandt

Title: (Quicksilver Daydreams Of) Maria
Artist: Townes Van Zandt
Composer(s): Townes Van Zandt

Lyric:
Well, a diamond fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria
All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky
The brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall
That spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes

Well, she stands all around me her hands slowly sifting the sunshine
All the laughter that linger down deep 'neath her smilin' is free
Well, it spins and it twirls like a hummingbird lost in the morning
Then caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea

Ah, the sculptor stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes
When her image comes dancin' the sun she turns sullen with shame
And the birds they go silent the wind stops his sad mournful singing
When the trees of the forest start gently to whispering her name

So as softly she wanders I'll desperately follow her footsteps
And I'll chase after shadows that offer a trace of her sigh
Ah, they promise eternally that she lies hidden within them
But I find they've deceived me and sadly I bid them goodbye

So the serpent slide softly away with his moments of laughter
And the the old washer-woman has finished her cleanin' and gone
But the bamboo hang heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams
And a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong

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Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3 - Lyrics - Blackalicious

Title: Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker, Vincent Segal, Tom William Shimura, Saul Stacey Williams

Lyric:
(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

Prevalent melanin elephant bailin
And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
Battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
Cherish ? (Release) Attica
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
In eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
Like dead rats held by their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation

(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
The residents in the meadow of pestilence
Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
Is he is, or is he ain't
The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just focus on the gun scene
Boasting and fussing
They both so unproductive
Suppose it go in my blood stream
Let me post this question
Ask anybody, just anybody
They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty
Potty mouth gots to be
Success at something
To be the best of something
And not to stress the dumb shit
Cause you ain't missing nothing
You got to

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older dates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate

Astrologist, colleges follow this through the metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
Walking it, mean walking it, clean the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon
And, awe wait, all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
They all pray for our downfall
Maybe one day, sike
You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake
I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form
Oncoming, enslaught, on one
Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming
Dawn, dusk, night, morning
I'll bust tight poems
Raw, just might (?) ya'll
With the white motive, motivation

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older gates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith

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I Refuse Limitation - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: I Refuse Limitation
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Jamahr Williams, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
One time

Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
But I'm still flickin' ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
But that's they thang a lot of us fall victim somehow
But that's that game won't try to explain from books to bricks
Now I look, seen crooks and tricks caught up in the mix
Of everyday in every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night

Lord knows I do wrong, sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas singing homeboys conceal your weapons
'Cause ain't gonna be no smokin' section in heaven
No more be buckin' yo luck seven eleven on the first roll
Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul
Swats GA by way of cascade heights
Gunshots, roadblocks, sidewalks and ice

Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout
Now what the fucks we bout I'm back home from the bullshit
Puttin' in work, meanwhile others dug ditches and covered
Themselves in dirt, one squirt and you locked down forever
Can't run from reality luring you closer and closer away
To the same old traps, now you never learn from your mistakes
So now you wear this ass whoopin' wit' pride, what side you on?
It wasn't no I in team, only in your dreams, saturated with schemes
Yeah you right, God gonna deal wit' ya fallin' from his grace
Rookie moves cops shift the game and 30 days

I'm blessed in the hole but that's till I go to the state federal
Penitentiary, yeah I could a did my time standin' on one feet
But see I fucked up royally thought I was slick
Them herpes-havin' ass crackers changed my big check to six
Times wit' Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay
A wise man knows his limitations concrete, concrete like Greg Street

Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
'Cause I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

That's the shit I like Lord got the door shot down to the pavement
Remove yo hat under the ceiling of this building
A rebuff from the usher of sorts because [Incomprehensible]
Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems
Got skimp wit yo bags boulders become shoulders to depend on
Which way to explore reform, refrain, we can't inflame
Every thought you walk through the trails is hell
Airborne for what clone me replace me wit' me

Another nation inside a nation out the land of Scots
Suction cups to test tube layer of skin
Supply the crust and we'll mix the fruit
Gun shows supplied me in the hour of need
Watch 'em bleed Aryan nation be the dealer
Now who's the killer? Yeah, yeah, yup yup that's the shit I like
That's the shit I like

Uh puttin' forth the effort to make a change
Not doin' a lot of talkin' bout it, what's yo game?
You slippin' you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked for yo life over emotions runnin' wild
Like salamanders swimmin' in southwest creeks
Feelin' incomplete, another story livin' [Incomprehensible]
You had it, now you lost it wasn't worth it look what it costed
Yo life young nigga

Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger
You better think fast or get swept off yo feet
Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate
The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads
Don't say I didn't tell you 'cause you gonna see in the future
I hope I don't have to shoot you if you switch
Went from hardcore to beggin' like a bitch
Revolutions good to bad hoods to rags, real niggas to fags
What's the news? But I refuse to lose

Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
Now I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

Well I woke up this mornin' with the same frustration
From situations like these got a call about some work
From one of them temporary agencies
No high school diploma or any college degrees
I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas
Oh please, of course I can slice some Oz's
But see I'm one of those aspirin MC's
And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees
But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees

So my uniform tight, workin' all night at Mickey D's
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
Get they fees, these minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
Purposely these limitations on black folks' opportunities
So I quit 'cause I'm tired of being one of those overworked
Underpaid employees stop carin' at all went on
And did a few small burglaries

It seems like my faith done turned into forgotten memories
And I ain't gettin' away with nothing because I know He always sees
But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold
They gonna get high so I'm a get my money even though it's freezin' cold
Now how many times you done heard this story told?
Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies
But dependencies is eatin' away at they souls like disease

Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies
Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies
And the crime rate never drops so the cops ride around in threes
I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies
In a dim lit room being questioned by these authorities
And they gave me some time in correctional facilities
And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities

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Guess Who? - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: Guess Who?
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
You 'bout to make me slam yo' back clean out
But I love her till death do us part
Though she divorced my pop the hard
Way back in nineteen "Yassey" for the past sixteen years
I took on the responsibility of daddy

Ma ol' burd, puttin' a real buzz in my ear, makin' sho' it marinate
And not go out the other ear
Guess who? Stood beside me when y'all wouldn't force fed
When I couldn't lift a spoon to my skull
God is good, God is kind mimmicin' her taught me how to say mine

Grace improvised wit bakin' soda when it wasn't no toothpaste
Now what that went with? My ol' burd cried tears of joy
When she heard I wasn't gon' serve time for possession
Of the "Sawed off" runnin' out of spurs

When I came home blowed and couldn't find the key hole
Guess who, unlocked the doors, my ol' burd puttin' my hairs out?
I better eat before you bug me to death
Shut-up you old ungrateful ass nigga, she tryin' to help yo' ass
I wasn't ready to eat yet but I enjoyed the dinner she said, "I'm glad"

Slid down my esophagus wit ease
Even though she have this skin' disease
That won't allow me to gain weight do my own eyes deceive me
Guess who tuck me in before I started drivin' this Benz?

Again and again, told me not to and when I did
Guess who beat the dog shit outta me kid
My Moma didn't play, shit, I had to pick the switches
You guess who?

My Moma, destination unknown, went out on her own
She was barely even grown and became my Moma
I never knew my dad, so even when the times got bad
I was glad 'cause I had my Moma

For so long she had to be strong
I know at certain times she was wrong
But she still my Moma, it still amazes me
The Lord had to help her raise me judgin' from the way I used to be

My Moma, the biggest player that I know I love her so
Hell everythin' I got I owe to my Moma
Thank you for carin', thank you for sharin' yo' love
I guess that was yo' way of preparin'
Yo' son to be the one and not the two
To make you and my daddy's dream come true

But what a surprise a car wreck left you paralyzed
The sheet was pulled over yo' eyes when the doctor advised
The family that you might not ever talk again
But you talkin' so I know that you gon' walk again
But take yo time, guess who's the inspiration for the rhyme
My Moma

Who was tha first to hold you in some arms
Tha first to change your diaper when your stomach wasn't calm
Your Moma, wit that drama brought you into this world
From a world of down under

I wonder now she know when I was lyin', when I was tellin' the truth
With the proof she would explain' how I've been skippin' school
With that boys puttin' holes on my back with the same belt
Around my waist that held my pants up

Takin' back only got you closer to Southern Bell
Got your forehead swell
I swear she knew when it was real or when it was fake like Clampetts
With dreads and if I couldn't handle a situation then I fled

Behind closed doors I froze, in Garnett holes I rose
Who that hell got my bond
Standin' in front of that two-inch glass
A woman ready to hand the cash over for her son
My Mama

Sometimes we get it on, I know at times I'm wrong
Lookin' into my eyes just to let me know she tried is enough for me
I'm callin' a truce it seems we more like brother and sister
Even though she pay the bills wit the mister

Brought me home in '72 and gave me all she had
'Cause I was left at birth she knew it could work
Since she gave me the first chance my song and dance
Pearl, my world, what would I do without her spark

Probably be on the street wit nothin' to eat but I got a happy home
Ever since my first day it's heaven sent now I know
What it's meant when I say
I appreciate what you've done and what you do your only son
Guess who?

The only one that cares for real and really understands how I feel
Help me over come my fears and never left me through the years
So I dedicate this song for you, for all that you brought me through
I know there will never be another that will love me like my mother

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Slave Dealer'S Daughter - Lyrics - Gin Blossoms

Title: Slave Dealer'S Daughter
Artist: Gin Blossoms
Composer(s): Doug Hopkins, William Leen

Lyric:
I've been trying for so long
Trying to forget
The ports of northern Africa
And the man I met

He said he had a daughter
Maybe I could meet her
He thought I was a trader
Oh, that was how I met that slave dealer's daughter

Her eyes were black, her hair was raven
Her skin was soft and brown
Eighteen years, she looked a woman
I thought she'd been around

She'd never met a jailbird [unverified]
I knew that she was lonely
She offered me her body
So I fell in love with that slave dealer's daughter

Her father's men came after me
Trying to hunt me down
For three long years I've hid my face
And run from town to town

She never met a jailbird
I knew that she was lonely
She offered me her body
So I fell in love with that slave dealer's daughter

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Stone Love - Lyrics - Kool &Amp; The Gang

Title: Stone Love
Artist: Kool &Amp; The Gang
Composer(s): George Brown, Claydes Smith, Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Curtis Williams, Dennis Thomas, James Taylor

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Lyric:
Girl, the first time we met, it took me by surprise
Ooo girl, you walked into my life with those street corner blues
You were living in the fast lane, much to my surprise, baby
But I fell for you anyway, I'm addicted to your love, girl

Hey, stone love, solid as a rock
I'm in love with you, baby
Stone love, solid as a rock

Girl, our love is so unique, it's one of a kind
And girl, whenever we kiss it's like a natural high
But we're living in the fast lane, red lights flashing, baby
Will we ever change the way we are? Stone love girl

Oh, stone love, solid as a rock
Stone love, solid as a rock

The life we live is a challenge
Always standing on the edge
May not be the best way but that's all we know
'Cause I don't wanna live my life alone no

Oh, stone love baby
I've got you, yes, I've got you
Got you under my skin, yeah, yeah

Stone love, solid as a rock
That's the way we are, baby
Stone love, together forever

Solid as a rock, the woman in my arms
Stone love, solid as a rock
Ooo baby

May not be the best way but that's all we know
'Cause I don't wanna live my life alone no

La la la la la, stone love
La la la, stone love, stone love
La la la la la, stone love
La la la, stone love, stone love
(Oh love, you're my love)

La la la la la, stone love
La la la, stone love
(You are every thing I wanted baby)
La la la la la, stone love
La la la, stone love, stone love
(Yeah, something about stone love baby)

La la la la la, stone love
(It's about me and you, stone love)
La la la, stone love, stone love

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Happy Birthday - Lyrics - Flipsyde

Title: Happy Birthday
Artist: Flipsyde
Composer(s): Jinho Ferreira, Martin Kierszenbaum, Steve Knight, Dave Lopez

Lyric:
Happy birthday, so make a wish

Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been
Would you've been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys
Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes

I payed for the murder before they determined the sex
Choosing our life over your life meant your death
And you never got a chance to even open your eyes
Sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life

Would you have been a little genius in love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
Would you have been a little rapper like your poppa The Piper?
Would you have made me quit smokin' by finding one of my lighters?

I wonder about your skin tone and shape of your nose?
And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow?
Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, love you whoever you would've been
Happy birthday

All I thought was a dream, make a wish
Was as real as it seemed, happy birthday
All I thought was a dream, make a wish
Was as real as it seemed, I made a mistake

I've got a million excuses to why you died
And other people got their own reasons for homicide
Who's to say it would've worked and who's to say it wouldn't have?
I was young and strugglin' but old enough to be your dad

The fear of being a father has never disappeared
Pondering frequently while I'm sippin' on my beer
My vision of a family was artificial and fake
So when it came time to create I made a mistake

Now you've got a little brother, maybe he's really you?
Maybe you really forgave us knowin' we was confused?
Maybe every time that he smiles it's you proudly
Knowin' that your father's doin' the right thing now?

I never tell a woman what to do with her body
But if she don't love children then we can't party
Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, love you whoever you would've been
Happy birthday

All I thought was a dream, make a wish
Was as real as it seemed, happy birthday
All I thought was a dream, yeah, make a wish
Was as real as it seemed, I made a mistake

And from the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin
Maybe one day we could meet face to face?
In a place without time and space, happy birthday

From the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin
Maybe one day we could meet face to face
In a place without time and space, happy birthday

All I thought was a dream, make a wish
Was as real as it seemed, happy birthday
All I thought was a dream, make a wish
Was as real as it seemed, I made a mistake

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