Can'T You Hear Me Knocking - Lyrics - Sticky Fingers - Rolling Stones

Title: Can'T You Hear Me Knocking
Album: Sticky Fingers
Artist: Rolling Stones
Composer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards

Lyric:
Yeah, you got
Satin shoes
Yeah, you got
Plastic boots
Y'all got
Cocaine eyes
Yeah, you got
Speed freak jive, jive

Can't you hear me knockin'?
On your window
Can't you hear me knockin'?
On your door, oh oh
Can't you hear me knockin'?
Down your dirty street
Yeah

Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Help me baby, ain't no stranger

Can't you hear me knockin'?
Ahh, are you safe asleep?
Can't you hear me knockin'?
Yeah, down the gas light street, now
Can't you hear me knockin'?
Yeah, throw me down the keys
Alright now

Hear me ringin'
Big bell tolls
Hear me singin'
Soft and low
I've been beggin'
On my knees
I've been kickin'
Help me please

Hear me prowlin'
I'm gonna take you down
Hear me growlin'
Yeah, I've got fatter feet now, now, now, now
Hear me howlin'
And all, all around your street now
Hear me knockin'
And all, all around your town

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Again & Again - Lyrics - Mya

Title: Again & Again
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Mya Marie Harrison, Laila Bagge, Wayne Hector, Anders Bagge, Claudia Ogalde, Alistair Tennant

Lyric:
I've tried so hard to make you understand
That it's over, yes it's over

Why can't you let it go
I'm not yours anymore
I want you to know
I tried so hard to explain
But it seems from your presence

That it's all in vain
Say good bye, let it go
(Say good bye)
Say you wanna come back
But I don't wanna know, wanna know, baby

Again and again and again
And again and again and again
You come back to me boy
You come back to me boy

Again and again and again
And again and again and again
You come back to me boy
But you don't hear me no

Leave me the, alone
Don't make me change my number
Don't make me change my home
Believe me when I say
You need some help from someone
But that someone ain't me

'Cause you wanna be the man
That keeps knocking on my door
No, it's not okay
'Cause you keep running in and
Running out of my heart

Again and again and again
And again and again and again
You come back to me boy
You come back to me boy

Again and again and again
And again and again and again
You come back to me boy
But you don't hear me no

I tried to, to want you
But you don't hear me no

Again and again you keep coming around
When all you wanna do is let me down
I don't feel you no more
But you still callin' me boy

Why can't you see
That you're wastin' my time?
It's over with, you're out of my life
You need some help from someone
Now leave me, leave me the hell alone

You come back to me boy
You come back to me boy

Again and again and again
And again and again and again
You come back to me boy
But you don't hear me no

Again and again and again
And again and again and again
You come back to me boy
You come back to me boy

Again and again and again
And again and again and again
You come back to me boy
But you don't hear me no

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Sirens - Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Sirens
Album: Maths & English
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Nicholas Donald Detnon, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
Blud when you hear them sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming
Better run when you hear the sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming

1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4
Limehouse police knocking at my door
12 black boots on my bedroom floor
What they want with Rascal I'm not sure

Took me to the station eight-thirty
For a fright night I had recently
Say they got me on CCTV
And them pussyole boys told on me

Can't understand why these boys keep snitchin'
Can't understand why these boys keep bitchin'
Now I'm hot tempered feel like switchin'
Can't stand still trigger finger itchin'

Gotta stay calm, gotta keep my cool
If I go jail, I'll be a damn fool
Gotta rise up, gotta stand up tall
Can't let them see the end of Dizzee Rascal

Blud when you hear them sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming
Better run when you hear the sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming

Blud when you hear them sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming
Better run when you hear the sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming

Yo man, let's take it back
To that old school storytelling shit, get me

1 day I was with my bredren Aido roaming the street
On the main road hungry, looking for somethin' to eat
Not no burger or no chips, shit, that's easily digested
It's the shit that if you're caught, you'll be easily arrested

We was on the robbing street, I forgot to mention Clayton
Was dis bredder rollin' wit us, he was scared and it was blatant
He was panned back to the story

Aido spotted a man straight ahead of us in the distance
With his wifey holdin' hands, so we followed 'em
Into this little alleyway into the flats

And when we thought the time was perfect
We crept up and we attacked, I took the first swing
Unexpected causin' panic, we was ruthless
Causin' agony it was public it was tragic

Me and Aido lost the plot, acting like we were from hell
Put his bredder to the floor, moved his wifey up as well
Clayton stood back shakin' wishing that he never came
Then from outta nowhere was Alisha screaming out my name

She's went my school, she saw it all
And by this time she's crying
And to make it worse I'm hearing sirens
I ain't even tryin' to hang around

Blud when you hear them sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming
Better run when you hear the sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming

Blud when you hear them sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming
Better run when you hear the sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming

I can hear them sirens coming
I can hear them sirens coming
I break the law I will never change
I break the law I will never change
I break the law I will never change

Step into my zone, get your whole face rearranged
See me on the telly but I ain't no actor
Running through the street brave face
It's a jack war

Broad daylight no shame like a lunatic
Rain, hail, sleet or snow, I ain't new to it
Show me what you got, better give it up quickly
Lay them on their back if they chat back swiftly

Better mind out when they come through the manor man
Keep them on their toes like hammer, man
It's no joke man, woman and child I'm seeking
See no sex, no age, I'm creeping

Anything for the dough, cold and the wheelers
Duck for the feds and I roll with the dealers
Roll with the hard heads signed young offenders
No my life ain't nothing like eastenders

Step into my zone get your whole face rearranged
I break the law I will never change

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Stay - Lyrics - My Own Way - Jay Sean

Title: Stay
Album: My Own Way
Artist: Jay Sean
Composer(s): Alan John Sampson, Jay Sean

Lyric:
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Hear what I'm saying, yeah, ask her one more time
If she's stayin' then stay, if she goin' go
Fighting, arguing, hyping, no
That's all long like going go

Forget the knock, knock, knocking
Making a scene all neighbors are clockin'
You need to take control make her know
If she don't open up the door you're bopping

Honestly, if she ain't on it then long it
Make her know who the is boss like Norwich
Come like she don't know mans credentials
She must want man to run off like sonic

The likkle man hyping and fighting is long
Make her know from now that you just ain't on it
Tell her, don't get it wrong, just try get along
If not bounce to your show in Norwich

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Yo, you need to start acting colder
For no reason, she's giving you the cold shoulder
But when you don't answer the door
She starts investigating' like Scully and Molder

If she said it's over then it's over
Tell her she's lucky like a four leaf clover
But you keep on ringing her Nokia
Worst thing 'bout it, she's on Voda

Don't call her, don't ring back
Get your car and your diamond ring back
Look how many songs you've sang for the girl
And she can't book studio time and sing back, leave her

Get your old ting back
I don't know why you even started to link that
You need to listen to me jammer, chips and frisk
Forget the beef, allow the big Mac

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

If she's saying she don't wanna stay no more
Creep downstairs lock the door
You can't have it but don't panic
Two days alone she won't manage

Yo, what gwarn for girls these days
Like say we can't get girls these days
One likkle passa, two likkle problems
Third time 'round you have to beg them to stay, no

You need to 'low it
Remind her who wears the trousers
These women forgetting their roles
Tell her I said no, you roll them pole

She sees the reaction when you do shows
Females flexing like their brainless
Fame, its' not like your nameless
P.S. do not forget you're famous

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Yo, why do girls always wanna talk about leaving?
She says, she's gone again
And this time she's gone much further than Ealing
Don't watch that she'll be gone by the evening

Don't hold your breath 'cause you might stop breathing
And if she's part of the plan then what you achieving
Girls only leave 'cause they can't take deceiving
After she's got what she wants and she packs up her bags
And opens the door and talks about breezing

That's why I'm colder at the door, girls wanna war like freezing
Get that cash money get them G's in
Get you cars dry know what you're dealing
Don't try to propose when you're kneeling
'Cause your heart will need a lot more than healing

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't take no more of this
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on your door
Asking if you'll still let me in
Won't you stay, won't you stay?

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Ring Ring Ring - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Ring Ring Ring
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, Glenn Skinner, Martin Volpeliere, Miguel John Drummond, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Nicholas Thorp, Julian Brookhouse, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Yes, this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia
I want you to please give me a call
On area code 215 222 4209
And I'm calling in reference to the music business
Thank you

Hey, how you doin'?
Sorry you can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you

Hey, how are you doin'?
Sorry you can't get through
But leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you

Once again it's another rap bandit
Fiending at I and I can't stand it
Wanna be down with the Day-Glo
Knocking on my door, saying, "A yo yo"
Knocking on my door, saying, "A yo yo"
"I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo"
I can't understand what the problem is
I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz

How'd they get my name and number
Then I stop to think and wonder
'Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? Take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering machine that can talk to you
It goes

Hey, how you doin'?
Sorry you can't get through
But leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you

Yo, check it, exit the old style, enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock 'cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's not the mood to hear
The tales of limousines and pails
Of money they'll make like a pro

I be like, "Yo black, just play me the tape"
But at the show the time to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask
"Was it def?"
And with the straightest face I be like, "Hell yes"
I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul
So I don't go AWOL but yet I know when they call
They get

Hey, how you doin'?
Sorry you can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you

Hey, how are you doin'?
Sorry you can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you

Check it out
Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave
Haven't been to the jam in quite a while
Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles
'Stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles
All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild
But edition up here bi-da miles to the center
Reliever of duty, Plug One mosies in
And I be like, "Yo G, Pos does all the producing"

Now woe is me to the third degree
Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny
Jettin', but I'm getting used to this demo abuse
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
'Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker
Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
Make way to my radius playin' fly guy
Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky

Me, myself and I go through this act daily
And rarely do I not
No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me
No matter what the plot
And even out on tour they be like
"Yo I got a tape to play you back at the hotel"
I be like, "Oh swell"
Unveil the numeric code that dials my room
And tell them to call me at noon

But of course there's no
Answering machine in my room
But a pretty young adorer
Who I swung on tour
And if it rings while we're alone
She'll answer the phone
And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem

"Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring
Now you're waiting on the beep
Say, I would love if you'd sing
The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak"
So no problemo, just play the demo
And at the end it's break out time
Please, oh, please don't press rewind
'Cause I'll just lay it down the line

Hey, how you doin'?
Sorry you can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you

Hey, how you doin'?
Sorry you can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And we'll get back to you

Hey, how you doin'?
Sorry you can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And we'll get back to you, peace

Yo what's up man?
This is Ronald Master down with the Fish Tank
Posse, man, you know man
So you know you can just hook me up, True
You know we got this fly new jam called
'Swimming In the Fish Tank'
You know we gonna rock it man
You know what I'm saying

I, I just need your help, Prince Paul gave me your number
You know man, you just gotta do that for me
Got this fly bassline
Got these fly trombones in it man
So just hook me up, man, just look out, all right
Call me back at 557-2223 all right man
Just look out, all right, look out for a brother man

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Loose Rap - Lyrics - Aaliyah - Aaliyah

Title: Loose Rap
Album: Aaliyah
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Rapture Stewart, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Eric Seats

Lyric:
I'm sick and tired of the loose rap

Un, now, now, yeah, uh, for the O one
I know you can come better, can come better than that
So you can kill all ya loose rap, baby girl

How many times, I tell you don?t come to me?
You bring me all that jealousy 'cause you got envy
(Don?t hate me, baby)
Talk smack behind my back, then when you see me
You try to come up and talk to me
(Don't talk to me)
I'm not saying nothing, nothing

I know you could come better, could come better than that
(Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't hit me with all that loose rap
(Loose rap)
You can keep that
(Keep that)

I know you could come better, could come better than that
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm sick and tired of the loose rap
(Loose rap)
You can save that, save that
(Oh, save that)

Too many times you guys will come and step to me
I guess you call yourselves booking me, now do I look easy?
(Well, it ain?t easy)
Well, it never hurts to try, I just might let you call me
(Hey)
I hope you don't plan on bugging me, that would be ugly
(I)

I know you could come better, could come better than that
(Than that)
Don't hit me with all that loose rap
(Loose rap)
You can keep that
(Hey, yeah)

I know you could come better, could come better than that
(Yeah)
I'm sick and tired of the loose rap
(Ooh)
You can save that, save that
(Save that, yeah)

I know you can come better, can come better than that
So you can kill all the loose rap, you can quit that, quit that
I know you can come better, can come better than that
So you can stop all your loose rap, your loose rap, hey, yeah

Too many times, I hear you trying and knocking my crew
Well, we've got something for all the fools, it ain't just rhythm and blues
If you just quit trying to compete, yeah, no telling what you could be
You might even be doper than me, I doubt it

I know you could come better, could come better than that
(Hey)
Don't hit me with all that loose rap
(Oh, loose rap)
You can keep that
(Don't say that)

I know you could come better, could come better than that
(Oh, yeah)
I'm sick and tired of the loose rap
You can save that, save that
(Oh, save that)

I know you could come better, could come better than that
(Hey, yeah)
Don't hit me with all that loose rap, you can keep that
(Go keep that)

I know you could come better, could come better than that
(Yeah)
I'm sick and tired of the loose rap
(Ooh)
You can save that, save that
(Oh, yeah)

I know you could come better, could come better than that
(Hey, yeah)
Don't hit me with all that loose rap, you can keep that
(Hey, yeah)

I know you could come better, could come better than that
(Hey)
I'm sick and tired of the loose rap

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I Can Tell You That - Lyrics - Luther Vandross

Title: I Can Tell You That
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): Luther Vandross, Hubert Barclay Iii Eaves

Lyric:
(Talk about love, talk about love)
(Talk about love, talk about love)
Love, love, love
(Talk about love, talk about love)
Alright, love, love, love
(Talk about love, talk about love)

One day I'll always remember
Was when you walked into my life
It was a very special night
When we danced so close

So tender, it gave my heart
The second chance that I'd been waiting for

Our love is falling, all kinds of pressure
Has temptation calling, it gives me fever
But no matter what, I ain't gonna leave you
I'm gonna stay 'til the last day

Worry no more, what is love for
I hear love knocking, honey
Come on, open the door

You know you've got me to love
I can tell you that
If you ever should need some love
You just call me back

I've been loving you for the start
Let me tell you that
And I'll keep loving you from my heart
Sure can tell you that you've got so much
(To love)

Every time that we kiss
I'm reminded it's you I miss
I just love it when we love like this
I can tell you that

Please forgive me if I pout
But my world would turn inside out
If on leaving me, you insist
Let me tell you that

I start to hold you but you pull back
Not much just a little, I can't control you
When you get so caught up in the middle
First you say yes, then you say no

Said, you're gonna stay
Now you're gonna go
You know I'll tell you, honey
But I think you already know

You know you've got me to love
I can tell you that
If you ever should need some love
You just call me back

I've been loving you for the start
Let me tell you that
And I'll keep loving you from my heart
Sure can tell you that you've got so much
(To love)

I can you this, anytime you go
I really miss you, nothing to do
Tired of my friends, won't you come back
And love me again, so I can tell you
That you've got me forever girl to love

Our love is falling, all kinds of pressure
Has temptation calling, it gives me fever
But no matter what, I ain't gonna leave you
I'm gonna stay 'til the last day

Worry no more, what is love for
I hear love knocking, honey
Come on, open the door

You know you've got me to love
I can tell you that
If you ever should need some love
You just call me back

I've been loving you for the start
Let me tell you that
And I'll keep loving you from my heart
Sure can tell you that you've got so much
(To love)

[Unverified]

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Around The Dial - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Around The Dial
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Radios of the world are tuning in tonight
Are you on the dial, are you tuned in right?
One of our DJ's is missing

Are you listening?
Are you listening to me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me clearly?
Around the dial

I've been around the dial so many times
But you're not there
Somebody tells me that you've been taken off the air
Well, you were my favorite DJ
Since I can't remember when
You always played the best records
You never followed any trend

F.M., A.M. where are you?
You gotta be out there somewhere on the dial
On the dial

(Are you ready)
We're going 'round the dial
(Are you listening)
Around the dial
(Are you tuned in)
Around the dial
(Are you searchin')
Around the dial
F.M., A.M. where are you?
You gotta be out there somewhere on the dial
On the dial

Where did you go Mr. DJ?
Did they take you off the air?
Was it something that you said to the corporation guys upstairs?
It wasn't the pressure
You never sounded down
It couldn't be the ratings
You had the best in town

Somehow I'm gonna find ya, track you down
Gonna keep on searchin'
Around and around and 'round and 'round

(They're searchin')
Around the dial
(They're listenin')
Around the dial
(Poor station)
The best in town
(Poor DJ)
Who never let us down
While the critics kept on knocking you
You just kept on rocking around the dial
Around the dial

I've been searchin' for you on my radio
This time your station really must have gone underground
Somebody said you had a minor nervous breakdown
Was it something that you heard
Or something that you saw
That made you lose your mind
Did you lose control
Did you step out of line?
If you're there, give us a sign

I can't believe that you've been taken off the air
Think I'll sell my radio now that you're not there
You never gave in to fashion
You never followed any trends
All the record bums tried to hack you up
But you were honest to the end

Gonna keep my radio on
'Till I know just what went wrong
The answers out there somewhere on the dial
On the dial
Can you hear me
(Around the dial)
Are you listenin'
(Around the dial)
Are you out there
(Around the dial)
Can you hear me?
Around the dial

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Don'T You Want My Foolish Heart - Lyrics - Blue System

Title: Don'T You Want My Foolish Heart
Artist: Blue System
Composer(s): Dieter Bohlen

Lyric:
Don't you want my foolish heart?
Don't you wanna tear apart?
Or is it just a dream, or is it true, baby?

Baby, baby, come on, take my time
Wake up, darling, love is hard to find
Don't hurt me
You said, "Love is just for free"

Baby, I don't wanna cry no more
Oh, you're knocking on forbidden doors
Come hold me
You said, "Love is ecstasy"

Oh, baby, baby, can't you hear my lonely heartbeat
Oh, baby, baby, please be mine

Don't you want my foolish heart?
Don't you wanna tear apart?
Or is it just a dream, or is it true, baby?
Don't you want my foolish heart?

Don't hurt me
Don't you wanna tear apart
I swear you, I will die
Or is it just a dream, or is it true, baby?

Baby, baby, oh it's loneliness
Babe, I'm waiting for your tiny kiss
Don't leave me promise me eternity
Baby, baby, oh this heaven speaks

Oh, my heart is lonely and it's weak
Come hold me
You said, "Love is just for free"

Oh, baby, baby, can't you hear my lonely heartbeat
Oh, baby, baby, please be mine

Don't you want my foolish heart?
Don't you wanna tear apart?
Or is it just a dream, or is it true, baby?
Don't you want my foolish heart?

Don't hurt me
Don't you wanna tear apart?
I swear you, I will die
Or is it just a dream, or is it true, baby?

Don't you want my foolish heart?
Don't you wanna tear apart?

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Show 'Em How We Do Things - Lyrics - Lord Finesse

Title: Show 'Em How We Do Things
Artist: Lord Finesse
Composer(s): Red Simpson, Don Rich

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Lyric:
Aw yeah, I got brothers from around the way in the house, you
Know what I'm saying? Yo check it out, check it out
I got my man Shel-Rumble in the house
I got my man Harry-O in the house
I got my man Rock-A-Lot in the house
Yo, yo, we gonna do it like this, check it out

I know some brothers with the skills to rock right
Problem is they don't be getting no spotlight
They got potential as good as any others
So I'm a take time out to kick it with them brothers
They brothers are professional, crazy intellectual
Just some fellas I got to give credit to
They rolling strong, know right from wrong
They got skills, so I got to put 'em on
So Shel-Rumble (what's up?) Since this is a three man crew thing
Put down the 40 and show 'em how we do things

Shel-Rumble, yeah, that's the name
I'm a kick this off just like a football game
I'm stepping out with my mic in my right hand
Bagging up rappers and throwing their rhymes in the trash can
They play the roll like they hard but yet they sit off
Put me against the best and I'll still get my shit off
I'm like Simon so you'd better do what Simon says
I'm not Christopher Williams, but yo, I'm making promises
My style's treacherous, it's so impetuous
I'll go all out if a chump tries to step to this
So hear the flavor through the speakers
I get the ladies strung just like sneakers
I'm a brother who's too hard to touch
Cause if you try my crew we'll jump in just like double dutch
You'll get bombarded if you come unprepared son
Cause yo (there's no such thing as a fair one)
So step, to avoid a fucking crack tooth
Rhymes are insulated, that means I'm wack proof
You're just the opposite, you're nothing but a small fry
Weak MC coming up for a black guy
So don't provoke a saga
Cause you'll catch amnesia just like the central park jogger
That's what happens when cases gets drastic
I'll give you two options, step or get that ass kicked
So, jot this down before you hail a
MC getting shit sewn just like a tailor
I get smooth, rough, rugged, raw, and swift
Too tough to bluff, so rough you just drift
Away, now can I get a hip-hip hooray?
I say shit that you never would have thought to say
Rhymes poured just enough so we can quench your thirst
I guarentee I'll have you saying "kick another verse"
Or, if you feel that's not your style
I guarantee you'll be laid back with a Kool-Aid smile
On your grill, you chill, I'm for real
As my rhyme fulfills Shel-Rumble got skills
I flaunt the gift on the mic the way a man should
Even old folks be saying (that boy is damn good)
Cause I flow so perfectly
That's why so many motherfuckers worship me
I got skills, but that's not why I'm here
I'm here to let you know I rock it like a pioneer
So Harry-O (what's up?) You way far from fronting
Won't you get on the mic and show the people a little something

Yo, brothers grab the mic and plan on waxing me
But since they're no match to me they can't do jack to me
The great rap pros slay rappers for fun
Bust rhymes like a gun so run son or get done
My rap style may change like a cashier
As I bust ass with shit I wrote last year
So MC's step up and press your luck
I don't give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka truck
I watch MC's get silenced when it comes to a challenge
Cause the shit I kick is knocking niggas off balance
Watch 'em fall and crawl just like a baby
Heading for the door yelling "save me, save me"
Don't attempt to attack me, just shut your trap, B
Don't have me grab the mic and bust your ass like an acne pimple
Cause ripping shop is simple
I tear mics up while Rock rips the instrumental
A part, so don't start up a seminar
Cause we'll bust your ass word to God, you can send Allah
My DJ's no joke, and I'm hype, folks
So fuck around and get your turns and your mics broke
I take no shorts here, this ain't last year
I'm getting swift, elevating in fast gear
I create rhymes and kick them, never will I fall victim, yo
Brothers know the rap pro can flow
And rap norm, both off and on platform
You couldn't turn me off if I was hooked to a platform
I get raw like bloody liver, make a rapper shiver and shake
So make no mistake you're stepping to the great
Rap pro, I get raw cause it's natural
My cousin sport a fade and half-moon, I sport an afro
Friends call my Harry-O, my real name's Harry though
I scream on rapper like the niggas did to Carry, so
Finesse (yeah yeah) my man, my cousin
I know you're going to kick some shit

You thought I wasn't?
When it comes to being funky I'll show you who the boss is
(Yo money rock that shit!) Hold your motherfucking horses
Wait up, hold up, I sport the low cut
If rap was a game I'd leave opponents on a doughnut
Funky warlord, top on the scoreboard
Dissing Finesse, that shit is uncalled for
Brothers front and fret how they roll correct
Grab the mic and think they pose a threat
Talking about all the brothers they coulda killed
I don't care if you're a New Jack or you're older than Sugar Hill
Cause I slay with no delay
I stomp you out, so be about your way
You can't hang, you're still in the slow poke zone
You're helpless like a patient in an old folks home
So keep up with my further adventures
I'll have it going on til I'm old with dentures
I rock parties and tear the roof off of houses
Think I can't? Put your money where your mouth is
Give me a mic, let me clear my throat
Guaranteed I'll send you home broke
Fast and quick cause I'm quick with the gift
Give me my money I don't wanna hear shit
And those who can't rap, I don't wanna hear jack
I dust opponents in two minutes flat
When it's showtime, MC's they don't wanna fight
They start bitching saying (Why he have to come at night?)
It's the Funky Man the brother with the new swing
Lord Finesse just showing you how I do things

Yeah, like I said
Got the brothers in the house Harry-O and Shel-Rumble
Rock-A-Lot, my man Jazzy Jay, and I'm outta here like Sugar Ray, peace

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Hard Not To Kill - Lyrics - Gangsta Boo

Title: Hard Not To Kill
Artist: Gangsta Boo
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Lola Mitchell

Lyric:
What's the motherfucking business?
I'm tryna tell ya it's hard not to kill you chicken-head ass hoes
Talking all that motherfucking shit but it's all good
I done caught a few charges

I ain't scared to catch some more
You hear me bitch? Come to my motherfucking do'
And watch me pluck yo' motherfucking feathers

I'm the girl about the cash, I'm the lady with the mask
I'm the one with the trigger, watch me pull it, make it blast
I'm the one who got some niggas, I'm the one who got the gat
I'm the one they call "Miss Lady Gangsta" sweep you off the map

What, you tryna step to me, 'cuz you feeling like a killer?
In my eyes, I see bloody skies, dump you in a river
I'm the motherfucking girl who talking all that shit
I'm the first lady of the motherfucking triple six

I'm the first one to call a hit on yo' fucking crew
I'm the one who got you whacked, 'cuz you fucked with Gangsta Boo
I'm the one who be yelling, "Blaze the blunt" if you got it
I'm the one that's yelling "Sike" 'cuz I got my own fire

If you haters wanna rumble bring yo' Anna to the do'
Hoe you know how you can get me, you can catch me at a show
This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas
If you want a gangsta-girl, holla at a lady boy

It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
(I'll kill)
Niggas you better know that

It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
(I'll kill)
Niggas you better know that

It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
(I'll kill)
Niggas you better know that

It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
(I'll kill)
Niggas you better know that

You need a girl that's gonna get high with you
Lie with you, cry with you, ride with you, die with you
All that type of shit I'll do
I'm the type of girl that's gonna be down for mine
All the time, on the grind

Ready to ride, folks by my side without spilling a dime
It really don't even matter to me
Dwelling, I'm chilling in the B.H.Z.
Flipping the script, and coming so clean

I'll forever be known as La-to the-Dy
(Lady)
Bitches and niggas can't feed off of me
I'm riding and mobbing with H to the C
P to the posse, you haters can't stop a bitch
Because it's meant to be

Gangsta, the gangsta is coming so hard
I be known as the bitch with the attitude
Listen, you hear me, I'm saying it's all to the good
Don't be a damn fool

You need a girl that's gone holla out your do'
The folks is kicking in your do'
I be the one that be coming like my name is "Cleo"
Be knocking you straight to the flo'

I love gangsta niggas, gangsta niggas love me
Me and a gangsta nigga got our fucking family
This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas
If you want a gangsta girl, holla at a lady boy

It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
(I'll kill)
Niggas you better know that

It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
(I'll kill)
Niggas you better know that

It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
(I'll kill)
Niggas you better know that

It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas
(I'll kill)
Niggas you better know that

Fuck them other niggas, I be hanging with my fucking click
Out to get that cheddar, 'cuz it's better when you having shit
Doing gangsta stuff got me sitting off in a beamer truck
Gangsta like to fuck, hit me later, let me know what's up

Marching and stepping, I got the bullets, I'm gonna use 'em
Professional slanger I'm out the jump
(Talking, unlock the motherfucking do')
I'm packing the weapon, commence to steppin' up to your face
As I buck, you will die, I bounce the scene and without a trace

If it's Anna to handle, the Misses Gangsta is 'bout her biz
I be coming and gunnin', I thought you hoes knew what time it is
When you see me you know that it's some shit, 'cuz I don't come out
I'll be in yo' house, I'm on the couch with the pistol out

I be taking them chances, 'cuz I'm a gangsta that's claiming clout
If you bitches keep pressing off in my grill, I'm a choke you out
This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas
If you want a gangsta girl, holla at a lady boy

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Love Song - Lyrics - The Ringmaster - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Love Song
Album: The Ringmaster
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk
I hope you're with your bitch
'Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP
So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo
While Violent J tells you the poetry
That just makes the bitches melt, only on WLUV

Hello, baby, I was thinking about you
So I wrote this song
I like to dedicate this to the love
That has expressed from you and I
So just sit back and enjoy

Eh, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya
Tried to stick my nuts in ya then I never knew ya
'Cuz your ugly and you know you can't hide that
So what you look like a chicken with a hunchback

Oh, it doesn't matter that you from down South
If you talk like it, I'm a smack you in your mouth
Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman, hey
But that's okay, 'cuz bitch, I'm Violent J

And I'm a Southwest mack daddy juggalo
And you're nothing but a two-bit stankin' ho
But I love you and I hope you realize that
I don't care about the hair growing out your back

Smoking that blunt, drink some Mad Dog through the night
And your ugly bitch turns into Karen White
And I stick my wing-wang in the middle
I like a filthy-ass ho, the kind that make your nuts shrivle

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

I guess you want me to take you on a big date
But what you're saying don't sound all that straight
All I wanna do is feel your butt and squeeze your titties
'Cuz I can't feed your fat ass on a buck fifty

Let's make love my sweet little dove
I wouldn't get near that neden without a glove
'Cuz it's rats and spiders up in there
Hittin' that'll take the curl out your nut hairs

I smack your tittie and claps when it hits the other
But I don't want 'em clappin' too loud it'll wake your mother
Bitches always front like they don't wanna let you hit
But then they always screamin' banshees when you gettin' with it

So don't fake the funk, I'm nothing but a ghetto punk
All I'm trying to do is stick you in your fat rump
So get the fuck out them dirty-ass drawers
And come and twist my balls 'cuz I love you

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

You and I both know
That I've been wrong to you in the past
And I know that I love you
All I wanna do is slide my wang into your neden

I wanna hit that neden so damn hard
Let my nuts bang on your anus
That's my only true desire
I feel for you, I think for you, I breathe for you

All I want is a little neden
Ya know, everyday when the wind blows
All I hear is my nuts flapping against your booty, ho

And that's all I ever want
And that's all I ever dreamed of
That is you and your neden, bitch

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Dumpin’ - Lyrics - Pac's Life - 2pac

Title: Dumpin’
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Ricardo Emmanu Brown Jr., Tupac Amaru Shakur, Ronald Moore, Sean Cole, Carl Thomas, Bruce Washington, Willie Shamele Mackie, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Canei Finch, Michael J. Clervoix

Lyric:
Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

Murderous mind state, can't keep my nine straight
Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders

Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers
Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog

Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping
Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse

Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga, now they want to really see
Bomb first my motto is fully guaranteed
Niggas is player haters, label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

When it's on I'm popping off every chance I get
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've been here before
Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's door

Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I ain't scared
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive
I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die

Knew that God had a plan for me but
He won't be laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me
Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a bitch
Me dying? You think I'll let them see joy from that shit?

Walking dead angels spending last days by me
New Jersey Jon like Dave Tyre
Young George or Jonathan Jack, your guns clap, mine'll got brat
A soldier like Geronimo Pratt

And come through cocking the black pound
When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down
Poster child yeah, Air Force one's with the crocodile checks
One some poster wild sex

Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life
It's full of judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through the Henney I see the eyes of the devil
G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with 'Pac
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box
You end up in a box 'cause of them grave robbing bastards
Dig ya' grave back up snatched you out the casket

Worms in my eyes eating through my cabbage
It's the flesh to the bones, the bones to the ashes
But I'm not dead, I'm actually in a session
With the 'Pac keeping the shot money, progressive

They don't really want no drama, I know your goon's
That's why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound
This God given, He keep giving me better music
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement

Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losing
Songs are evolution if I load your gun for you will you bang it out
With some other niggas you better shoot it
Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid

Claiming you repping Ruthless
You got the same bullets that you had when I loaded it for you
You never used it, the none sareen a dream, get ready for execution
Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the revolution

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

Young nation just trying to get this
Just trying to get this

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Devils And Angels - Lyrics - Toby Lightman

Title: Devils And Angels
Artist: Toby Lightman
Composer(s): Toby Lightman, Peter Zizzo

Lyric:
I found out today that you went on a little trip
Somewhere you don't belong
One of your friends made just a little slip
So I'm takin' a little trip of my own

And I'm gonna meet you
I'm gonna greet you
At her back door as you're comin' out
Oh, why this now?

'Cause I used to have angels
They used to watch over me
When love was not a stranger
But love ain't what it used to be
And I don't want these devils
They're knocking at my door
So, I can't love you no more
No more, no more, yeah
No more, no more, no more, no more

You might have thought that I would be a little bit lazy
I might not notice, I might not care
Oh, but now you're finding out that I'm a little bit crazy
And you were the one so unaware

So I'm gonna meet you
I'm gonna greet you
At her back door as you're comin' out
Oh, why this now?

'Cause I used to have angels
They used to watch over me
When love was not a stranger
But love ain't what it used to be
And I don't want these devils
They're knocking at my door
So, I can't love you no more
No more, no more

So I'm gonna walk on, walk on, walk on
Keep my feet movin' on
Walk on, walk on, walk on
Keep my feet movin' on
Walk on, walk on, walk on
Keep my feet movin' on
Walk on, walk on

'Cause I used to have angels
They used to watch over me
When love was not a stranger
But love ain't what it used to be
And I don't want these devils
They're knocking at my door
So, I can't love you no more
No more, no more

I'm gonna let you go
I won't take it
I won't take it, no more
Do you hear what I'm sayin'?
Do you hear what I'm sayin'?
Don't think you can come back here and change my mind
Don't think you can come back and take it over back

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The Grandfather Clock - Lyrics - A Book Of Human Language (Accompanied By Mumbles) - Aceyalone

Title: The Grandfather Clock
Album: A Book Of Human Language (Accompanied By Mumbles)
Artist: Aceyalone
Composer(s): Edwin M Jr Hayes

Lyric:
Excuse me, does anyone have the time?
No

If you knew what makes me tick
It'll probably make you sick
Lay my days of my life in front of you
And I'll let you take your pick, come on

Pull back the curtain but make sure that you are certain
That it will be worth the energy that you end up exerting
Now walk past the doorway step in the foyer
Don't you bother knocking

I'm a grandfather clockin' everything you do
I'm seeing through you faultiness
So sprinkle me but not with saltiness
The ghetto taught me this

I fought for this, I fight for this, I spend my life for this
And if you put your brain to work it ain't hard to decipher this

Counting down the days boy closer to your doom
Time keeper for the Reaper, the family heirloom
Like staring at my grandfather clock inside my room
It'll never miss a tick-tock, it strikes everyday a noon

Every hour on the hour, it'll sing a tune
Every half hour ot'll croon and yell out at the moon
You can't escape the master time, no one is immune
The hands of time will grab you when the moments opportune

No one is immune
When the moments opportune

Carved from a tree trunk bark
What a wonderful work of art
Well, I usually wear my sundial
But it don't work when it's dark
(Don't work when it's dark)

No electric parts spark as mechanical as he is
He'll kindly say just wind me and then show me where the key is

Then I go about my day and I flow about the way
He never has nothing to say, he just sits there on display
I seen one in the cafe, one inside the cabaret
Timekeeper for the Reaper, what a pretty price to pay

So don't you bother knockin' at, I'm a Grandfather clokin'
Everything you do, I'm seeing through your masquerade
At midnight you will hear the serenade and don't you be afraid
It's like clock work orange lemonade with the bottomless glass

When it's time for that ass, tick-tock
My grandfather clock goes
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

The pendulum is swinging
And it just don't ever stop
Tick-tock, my Grandfather clock goes
Tick-tock, tick-tock, my grandfather clock

I used to have this coo-coo clock
That would bother my grandfather clock
Never gave it no rest so I flew over the top of the nest
And then at my request I ask him to resign
He was never on time, one hour behind
At ten, he stuck at nine

But he did not fuck with mine 'cause I murdered that machine
If you ever beat the clock you know exactly what I mean
(Exactly what I mean)
I hold my grandfather clock in high esteem

My alarm clock screams 'cause he knows how long it takes me
But my grandfather clock leans over and he shakes me
And they both race against time to see who will be the first to wake me

But when I became awoke my alarm clock was broke
And my grandfather clock was staring right down my throat
And he leaned a little bit closer and he told and I quote
"If you ever race against me, you will surely come up short"

He said, "I'm better than your Timex, your Rolex or your Swatch
Your Fossil, Casio, Quartz, your diamond studded watch"
He said, "I control how long you stay alive
I'ma tap you on you shoulder at eleven fifty-five"

When the time arrives and then and only then
You'll have your five minutes of funk
I said my final salutations as I stepped amongst the monks
Then he took me exactly where I stodd like he should
And I tried to reason with him and I tried knocking on wood but he said

So don't you bother knockin' at, I'm a Grandfather clokin'
Everything you do, I'm seeing through your masquerade
At midnight you will hear the serenade and don't you be afraid
It's like clock work orange lemonade with the bottomless glass

When it's time for that ass, tick-tock
My grandfather clock goes
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

The pendulum is swinging
And it just don't ever stop
Tick-tock, my Grandfather clock goes
Tick-tock, tick-tock, my grandfather clock

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Talk To Me - Lyrics - Blue - Leann Rimes

Title: Talk To Me
Album: Blue
Artist: Leann Rimes
Composer(s): Ron Grimes, Jon Rutherford, Leann Rimes

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Lyric:
I can tell you've been crying on the inside
I can see right through your eyes what you're to hide
You've got a real big wall covering up what you're feeling for me
Well, come on baby, work it on out and talk to me

Baby I'm here ready to hear
What you're not saying
I can hear your heartbeat pounding
So don't keep me waiting

Come on and talk to me
Come on and talk to me

I can tell you've been hurt real bad before
But you're face to face with love knocking at your door
All you need is a little trust to set you free
Well, here I am don't hold back, baby talk to me

Baby I'm here ready to hear
What you're not saying
I can hear your heartbeat pounding
So don't keep me waiting

Come on and talk to me
Come on and talk to me

I've cried the tears, I've felt the pain
That you hold inside
Well, this true love is strong enough to survive
Come on and talk to me

Baby I'm here ready to hear
What you're not saying
I can hear your heartbeat pounding
So don't keep me waiting

Come on and talk to me
Come on and talk to me
Oh, come on and talk to me

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Don'T Go Knocking On My Door - Lyrics - Oops! ...I Did It Again - Britney Spears

Title: Don'T Go Knocking On My Door
Album: Oops! ...I Did It Again
Artist: Britney Spears
Composer(s): Christian Karlsson, Angela Hunte, Pontus Johan Winnberg, Henrik Jonback

Lyric:
Don't go knock on my door
Don't go knock on my door

Time is up
No more cheat n' lie
No more tears to dry
You and I, we're like so, "Bye bye"

Finally
I am over you
Totally unblue
And I can hear myself saying

I am better off without you
Stronger than ever and I
I'm tellin' you now

Don't go knockin' on my door
Gotta stay away for sure
You say you miss me like crazy now
But I ain't buyin' that
You better get off my back
Don't go knockin' on my door

I can see
It's no mystery
It's so clear to me
What we had is all history

It's okay
I can sleep at night
It will be alright
I can hear myself saying

I am better off without you
Stronger than ever and I
I'm tellin' you now

Don't go knockin' on my door
Gotta stay away for sure
You say you miss me like crazy now
But I ain't buyin' that
You better get off my back

Don't go knockin' on my door
Gotta stay away for sure
You say you miss me like crazy now
But I ain't buyin' that
You better get off my back

Don't go knockin' on my door
Don't go knockin' on my door
Don't go knockin' on my door
Do what you want as long as you don't come back

Don't go knockin' on my door
Gotta stay away for sure
And now I ain't buyin' that
You better get off my back

Don't go knockin' on my door
Gotta stay away for sure
You say you miss me like crazy now
But I ain't buyin' that
You better get off my back

Don't go knockin' on my door
Gotta stay away for sure
You say you miss me like crazy now
But I ain't buyin' that
You better get off my back
Don't go knockin' on my door

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