Clean Breaks - Lyrics - Shade of Poison Trees - Dashboard Confessional

Title: Clean Breaks
Album: Shade of Poison Trees
Artist: Dashboard Confessional
Composer(s): Chris Carrabba

Lyric:
I believe in clean breaks
I keep the old troubles away
But you're making sure
I was lying when I said

I can't leave this behind
I need you to ruin me
For this finally
'Cause it's bearing me

Now I'm in these old knots
Each move keeps me locked away
With each new embrace
I've tied myself up more tightly into you

Oh, but the more I fight
And the deeper I'm trapped
And I can't break free
Of this hold that you have

And I crave you more
Under the heat of your touch
And I need your skin to ruin me

For this wicked town
Where your ghosts are bound to me
One last sacrifice for this ritual

Stay
(I believe)
In this ritual
(In clean breaks)
I was lying when I said

(I believe)
In this ritual
(In clean breaks)
I was lying when I said

(I believe in)
In this ritual
(In clean breaks)
I was lying when I said
I believe in clean breaks

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When She Cries - Lyrics - Say It - Britt Nicole

Title: When She Cries
Album: Say It
Artist: Britt Nicole
Composer(s): Greg Bieck, Tyler Hayes Bieck, Britt Nicole, Adam Smith

Lyric:
Little girl, terrified
She?d leave her room if only bruises would heal
A home is no place to hide
Her heart is breaking from the pain that she feels

Every day?s the same, she fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides and tries to pray
She wonders why
Does anyone ever hear her when she cries?

Today she?s turning sixteen
Everyone singing but she can?t seem to smile
They never get past arms length
How could they act like everything is alright?

Pulling down her long sleeves
To cover all the memories that scars leave
She says, ?Maybe making me bleed
Will be the answer that could wash the slate clean?

Every day?s the same, she fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides and tries to pray
She wonders why
Does anyone ever hear her when she cries?

This is the dark before the dawn
The storm before the peace
Don?t be afraid ?cause seasons change
And God is watching over you, He hears you

And every day?s the same, she fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides and tries to pray
She?ll be just fine
?Cause I know He hears her when she cries

Every day?s the same, she fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides and tries to pray
She?ll be just fine
?Cause I know He hears her when she cries
She?ll be just fine
?Cause I know He hears her when she cries

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Take Care Of Yourself - Lyrics - Owen

Title: Take Care Of Yourself
Artist: Owen
Composer(s): Michael Thomas Kinsella

Lyric:
Don?t take what I say to bed with you
And don?t get used to that which I do
You?ll only feel used in the end

Don?t weigh in your heavy head
Those words that I haven?t said
Don?t confuse that which I don?t do
With what will be done in time

You?ve gotta wise up
For Christ's sake take care of yourself
'Cause a dirty boy don?t make clean breaks

Oh, Sarah, if there?s something
That you want from me
Just ask, you might receive

I?m gonna take some time
Sift through this conflicted night
Figure out why I can?t sleep

Oh, my greed [Incomprehensible] and my guilt
Have surely gotten the best out of me

You?ve gotta wise up
Get out of this mess while you can
'Cause a dirty boy like me don?t fight clean

Oh, Sarah, if there?s something
That you want to do with me
Just ask, 'cause I'm up for anything

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Keeping - Lyrics - Embrace

Title: Keeping
Artist: Embrace
Composer(s): Daniel Anthony Mcnamara, Richard Mcnamara

Lyric:
Keeping me up on my feet was a love so complete
I have chased but never bettered
Everything seemed like it fell at our feet
Now she's out of my reach and there forever

And in the end I wished it all would burn
You are everywhere now you are gone
There's no stone left I have not found unturned

But like a tidal wave that never breaks
I will run and run and never stay
'Cause there's no way back, that I can face
And no one's come to take your place

Sweeping me clean off my feet, you and me were so sweet
Now the taste has left me bitter
Memory lean only gets you one way
And that's back to the place and there forever

And in the end I wished it all would burn
You are everywhere now you are gone
There's no stone left I have not found unturned

But like a tidal wave that never breaks
I will run and run and never stay
'Cause there's no way back that I can face
And no one's come to take your place

You won't love, you won't love
You won't love

Like a tidal wave that never breaks
I will run and run and never stay
'Cause there's no way back that I can face
And no one's come to take your place

Keeping me up on my feet was a love so complete
I have chased but never bettered

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Crush - Lyrics - Clarity - Jimmy Eat World

Title: Crush
Album: Clarity
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Adkins, Richard Burch, Zachary Lind, Thomas Linton

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Lyric:
Faintest snow keep falling, falling, yeah
Hands around your waist
Nameless, standing cold, standing cold

Like a breath, like a breath
Take in restraint like a breath
My lungs are so numb from holding back

Walk close to the fence
Feel it hit your clothes
Turn and smile nice

Smile, say goodnight
Say goodnight in a breath
In a breath, in a breath

Simple discourse breaks you clean
Simple discourse breaks you clean in half

Regret, do try it once
And then you know so low
Settle for less again, again

Like a breath, like a breath
Like a breath, like a breath
Take in restraint like a breath
My lungs are so numb from holding back
Eh, from holding back

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Here It Comes - Lyrics - Everywhere And His Nasty Parlour Tricks - Modest Mouse

Title: Here It Comes
Album: Everywhere And His Nasty Parlour Tricks
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green

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Lyric:
Walked to your house on my lunch break, here it comes
Come inside and pour a drink, here it comes
You'll probably tell me everything you think, here it comes
The place and the time when we knew everything could go wrong

Grass grows green, could you step away from the screen?
Doesn't mean I don't want you to be seen, just like everyone
Grass grows green and it's just everyone

You always told me life's a dam that breaks, well, here it comes
If you sit still or if you roam, well, here it comes
So now we're drownin' in birthday cakes, well, here it comes
The place and the time where we knew everything could go wrong

Keep it clean, I didn't mean to be mean
Why does it always seem like I've never won?
Keep it clean and no one's ever won

The empty promise will make you sick, here it comes
Make a point to make no sense, well, here it comes
Speak about the future in the past tense, here it comes
Don't look down so what'd we do, here it comes

Walkin' around with shit on our shoes, ohh, well, here it comes
The place and the time where we knew that things would go wrong

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Microphone Master (41st Side Remix) - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Microphone Master (41st Side Remix)
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Osten Jr Harvey, Andre Weston, Willie Hines

Lyric:
I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it?
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better answer who's the microphone master

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Well yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses
Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion

By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess

I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'

And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick

Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

Yo, well yo the shit sound clever
I'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of some
We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson

But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya best to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm buggin' like gristle, see I suggest you

Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
Believe I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
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Friends And Lovers - Lyrics - Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon

Title: Friends And Lovers
Album: Mickey Avalon
Artist: Mickey Avalon
Composer(s): Yeshe Perl, Mark Reitman

Lyric:
All my friends and all my lovers are dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from lead
The filthy rich and the dirt, dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are dead

A slit wrist leaves a mess
On the breakfast table, oh yes
Betta' cut deep 'fore you go to sleep
But in the morning you're the one who gonna have to clean

Days I've seen make a priest lose his beliefs
Like Kathy crawlin' 'cross the carpet in the bloodstained briefs
Chewin' pills like she was starvin' for a taste of relief
Her last wind was in the trash can, couldn't beat the disease

All my friends and all my lovers are dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from lead
The filthy rich and the dirt, dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are dead

Johnny made a record, went straight to number one
But Johnny had a little fascination with guns
And cocaine, he couldn't stand to take the slow train
Got a little fortune, lost his breaks in the rain, ooh

What to do when your luck is through?
Whether you come from the slums or live in Malibu
Seen runnin' down the avenue
Mickey Avalon with an attitude

All my friends and all my lovers are dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from lead
The filthy rich and the dirt, dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are dead

Lean Lee Tucker was a mean motherfucker
Seen him knock a man clean out his corduroy slippers
And that same man's queen but in the monster truck and hit him
Found him lifeless as a log in the Mississippi river

Tara was a stripper
Tara done that shit with a smile on her face and her hand on her liver
But I ain't mad, I forgive her
I just get a little sad every time I fuck her sister

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Dady Should Have Stayed In High School - Lyrics - Cheap Trick

Title: Dady Should Have Stayed In High School
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
I've been waitin' every night after school
For five long years, five long years
I'll keep waitin' there for five nights a week
'Cause I am no fool

Ooh rockin' and a rollin'
Reelin' till the break of
Ooh reelin' and a rockin'
Rolling till the school breaks down

I'm thirty but I feel like sixteen
I might even know your daddy
I'm dirty but my body is clean
I might even be your daddy

Ooh reelin' and a rockin'
Rollin' till the break of
Ooh reelin' and a rockin'
Rolling till the school breaks

I like you, will you like me? Yes
Sorry but I'll have to grab you
You look better completely undressed
Sorry but I'll have to have you

I like you, will you like me? Yes?
Sorry but I'll have to grab you
You look better completely undressed
Sorry but I'll have to have you

I'm thirty but I feel like sixteen
How would you like some of candy?
I'm thinkin' more than a kiss
With me, spank me, grab me
Grab me, grab me, grab me

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Microphone Master - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Microphone Master
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Osten Jr Harvey, Andre Weston, Willie Hines

Lyric:
I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it?
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better answer who's the microphone master

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Well yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses
Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion

By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess

I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'

And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick

Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

Yo, well yo the shit sound clever
I'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of some
We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson

But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya best to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm buggin' like gristle, see I suggest you

Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
Believe I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
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Come Clean - Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

Title: Come Clean
Album: The Sun Rises In The East
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): K Jones, Kendrick Davis, F Scruggs, C Parker, Chris Martin, T Taylor

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Lyric:
You wanna front what? Jump up and get bucked
If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck
I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make 'em fagot flambes
Your nine spray my mind spray

Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin' that game
You won't survive get live catchin' wreck is our thing

I don't gang bang or shoot out bang, bang
The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
I'm a true master you can check my credentials
'Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials

Got a freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
So deep that you can scuba dive my jive
Origin is unknown like the Judas

I've accumulated honies all across the map
'Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroiliac
I'm the mack so I don't need to tote a Mac

My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate
It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
Stagnate nonsense but if you persist
You'll get ya snot box bust you press up on this

I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip
You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped
Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit

Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble
Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle

You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin' nothing
That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten
Have you forgotten, I'll tap you jaw
I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw

Made frauds bleed every time I g'd
'Cuz I've perfected my drunken style like Sam seed
Pseudo psychos I play like Michael
Jackson when I'm bustin' ass and breakin' backs

Inhale the petrified aroma
Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma
Toes the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
And bring your clique 'cuz I'm a hard rock knock a

I gotcha, out on a limb I'm about to push you off the brink
Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks
When the East is in the house you should come equipped

Fly like a jet sting like a hornet
Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin' fools no joke
With styles more fatal than second hand smoke

Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
'Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center
Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
The tench's technique 'cuz he's a technician

Wishin' he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
The skills are shot 'cuz any idiot can let off a glock
Hard rock smellin' the clutch of this untouchable
You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha

Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you
And you don't got your crew
Pull your glock but you don't got the heart
You was webbed straight from the start

Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
Just for frontin' you got that ass waxed

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Squat! - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Squat!
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Adam Horovitz

Lyric:
Turn that shit off man, what's wrong with you man?
You know we got a party man, get the other record
(Here we go)
(Let it go)
Just one more time, from 'Stix N Stonz'

It's the M I K E, ohh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G

Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas
And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop
Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me
The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV

I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day
My essays are felt worldwide
We like four planets on the mic
Aligned arrays retired all in the days
Game, too blam for these lames
(Baby, baby)

When I was nine, I played with slime
Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung
I got my own crew called the nasal tongue

Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin'
(Okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix

(Disc jock)
It be some classic material kid
(Disc jock)
Got the calm cats blowin' their lid
(Disc jock)
You get plush off the rack

And buy plenty or more we got em by the stack
(Disc jock)
Got us walkin' all over the world
For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls
(Disc jock)
You can't get enough when we servin' this

Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat

Now we'd like to introduce to you, Ad Rock

Ad Rock in the house you don't stop
It's the B E A S T I E B O Y S with the most finesse
Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass
But listen Guiliani you can kiss my ass
(What?)
You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher
Get on the mic if you love all the creatures

Well yeah, I got these fishes swimmin' 'round my baracuda
Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter
Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level
And smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle
(Oww)

Firm on the mic since my days of a child
Got a 'License Too Ill' to flash to police
The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys
Bringin' 'Noise' like P.E. to your TV

Aiyyo, this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed
Stripped to the rhyme
And every line made from scratch
Attached like stripes to shell-toes
Thin spools that hold the herb
Mike what's the word?
(Word)

It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la
Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardis Gras
Party people cross and bump they go, ooh, and they, ahh
And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La

(Disc jock)
Get the people dancin for real
(Disc jock')
Theater holdin' mass appeal
(Jock)

(Disc jock)
You can't get enough still
So here's another dose for you to feel
Put ya body in it

Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat

I'm feelin' good, damn good but also confused
This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused
It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson
If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'

Now, the people in the front, you do the bump, bump
The people in the back, they're not the whack, whack
The people in the middle, come on and wiggle, wiggle
And the people on the side, we can all take a ride

In my VW I done swung an ep' or two
The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that
Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls
Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock

Well, I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper
From the middle school like the educated rapper
I'm known as an occupational MC
You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?

It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly
(Rock)
Reachin' elevations too far for the eye
(Eye)
Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages
Seen and all the types
(All over the globe)

Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear
(To clean out ya lobe)
And listen to a few views
From two crews spittin' for the art of it
We ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' part of it

Started it ever since we minced meat
You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog
Stay there, I'ma play there
('Cuz they pay there)
In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out

Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done
So come on party people
Have, have, have fun
(Have, have)

(Let it go)
Just one more time, from 'Stix N Stonz'

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Off The Hook - Lyrics - Maroon - Barenaked Ladies

Title: Off The Hook
Album: Maroon
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson

Lyric:
All around the room your things are placed
And next to you he fills the space
And so it seems your saving grace
Is only saving face

The pictures of the two of you on holiday, on honeymoon
You thought that he was wanting you
But he was only wanting you
To let him off the hook

He was your imaginary friend
You were partners till the end
Then something bends, and then it breaks
Your worst mistake

Accepting enemies on bended knees
A litany of tragedies
You're vexed, it seems you're hexed
And after sex he expects
You'll let him off the hook

Till something that you heard
While you were sleeping left you
Shaken while he stirred
When you awaken you will
Make him eat his words right off the
Hook and line, every time

The credit card receipts, the dirty sheets
The souvenirs of men who cheat
It all makes sense with each offense
You wanted to believe him

He could get away with murder one
And you would clean the smoking gun
With every crime, you bought each line
But not this time, you'll make him
Eat his words 'cause

Something that you heard
While you were sleeping left you
Shaken while he stirred
When you awaken you will
Make him eat his, make him eat his
Words while he's alone
'Cause you won't be around and
From now on the phone stays off the
Hook and line, every time

Hook and line, every time

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Disguising Mistakes With Goodbyes - Lyrics - Emery

Title: Disguising Mistakes With Goodbyes
Artist: Emery
Composer(s): Matthew D Carter, Joel Mosteller Green, Toby James Morrell, Bryan Devin Shelton, Timothy Seth Studley

Lyric:
Just take it back
(I feel)
They're only words
(Your hair)

We hold the tethers
(Through my)
We're here together
(Fingers)

We paint the night
(Every)
Only to find
(Silk stand)
It's cracked and peeling
(Takes my)

Each face revealing
(Breath a)
What we don't say
(Way)

Let's take these lines and
Draw ourselves out of here
This shipwreck
From set-sail
We'll map the stars

Tonight they help to find a way
When all is said
Words can breathe
More life than death

The inner sense
That people share
Touching on secrets
And letting down hair

Over and over let's not forget last time
I've kept the best parts
And play them in my mind
This is tomorrow so take it or leave it

Empty diaries
There's nothing to say
And we'll take the right steps
To keep these pages clean

You want the answers
I see them on your face
You need to know
This is where the promise breaks

I can give you my answer
I can give you my answer
I can give you my answer
I can give you my answer

I know
(I know)
If you stay
(If you stay)

This will be
(This will)
Ours to take
(Be ours to take)

Inside I
(I feel)
Am overwhelmed
(So good)

From holding back
(I want)
But know that this won't be forever
(You for all my days but tonight)

I can't stay here
You can't ask me
Just so you would know

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Retread - Lyrics - Embrace

Title: Retread
Artist: Embrace
Composer(s): Daniel Anthony Mcnamara, Richard Mcnamara

Lyric:
My girl is just a retread, I lost her when I hit the breaks
Our love hit science fiction levels
Now I'm bending 'cause I've made a mistake
Here I stand afraid with no more to say

Now I feel so insecure
I can't save
Something I feel so much for
Won't you stay and leave a light for me

Now I've found myself redeemed
'Cause no one's seen the bad in me
Or been where I've been
And not turned to leave

And now I feel so insecure
I can't save
Something I feel so much for
Won't you stay

You know if you had a wing
You'd be the last to know, you could fly
He strokes your hair to keep you down
Will you fight? Let's see you fight

Will you fight? Will you fight?
Will you fight? Will you fight?
Will you fight? Will you fight?
Will you fight? Will you fight?

The good will out and I'll come clean
There's nothing in between
You and me, so let me go my way

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Pimped Out - Lyrics - Brooke Valentine

Title: Pimped Out
Artist: Brooke Valentine
Composer(s): Erica Dymakkus, Corron Cole, James Bunton, Brooke Valentine, Dem Franchise Boy

Lyric:
Yeah, Brooke Valentine
Yeah, yeah
Yeah DFB, What's happenin'?
Dem Franchize Boys

Got a college boy look, honor roll student
Shakin' off pounds like I'm Big Mate Luton
On the streets I'm a nuisance, whippin' in a blue six
Shinin' like a star, but Buddie's in Houston

I'm low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase
Protected by my presence, therefore you're never nervous
I know ya boy worth it, the kid got good game
I like that boy swag, I like the name on the kid chain

Gold grill on the front, trimmed up in the back
I know I gotta cop that, get my hands on it
(Then I let go)
Before you know it, we'll be crusin'
(Cruse control, that's the way I like it, baby)

Tight shoes on his feet, custom made for me
Stands out in the crowd, speed it up or bring it down
We'll roll slow, anywhere you take me, yes I
(Need to know, that's the way I like it, baby)

I like 'em pimped out to ride on
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song

I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
And where we go, yeah, everybody's on that
I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song

Ride pimped out, mouth gripped out
Gutta on the chain and the charm cost a house
Summer, DFB boys, yeah, they wanna lean wit' it
Gutta to the core on the scene but I be clean wit' it

And hoes know me, Jizzal be tryna get it in
Workin' like some Mexicans in the field, with 'round 'bout fifty men
See us shippin' in, gettin' it, flippin' it and bring it home
That's why it's five cars, three accounts and seven acres holmes

He breaks when I need to stop
Turn me on and take on off
Somethin' I can stunt
Everything I'd ever want
(I got so)

Let me see if you can make me
(Make me want more, I'll tell you what I like)
But if he costs more than he's worth
The boy ain't put in work
I just give him up, switch wheels on him
And I move on, you know I can't be waistin' time I gotta
(Move on, that's the way I like it, baby)

I like 'em pimped out, to ride on
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song

I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
And when we go, yeah everybody's on that
I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song

He's gotta be fly, if he's rollin' with me
Gotta have a nice frame if he's messin' with me
He needs a smooth ride is he's cruisin' with me
Gotta come around the way if he's comin' for me

He's gotta be fly if he's rollin' with me
Gotta have a nice frame if he's messin' with me
He needs a smooth ride is he's cruisin' with me
Gotta come around the way if he's comin' for me

I got a new Sony flat, leather couch you can fall on
With floors at the house, you can ball on
And ride a '06 and got it pimped out
I got 'em takin' pictures when the whip's out

All my TV's flipped out, Pimpin' keep it pimped out
And if it's new, I got it soon it's shipped out
So you know I keep it pimpin' every time
It's DFB bitch and Brooke Valentine

I like 'em pimped out, to ride on
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song

I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
And when we go, yeah everybody's on that
I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song

I like 'em pimped out, to ride on
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song

I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
And when we go, yeah everybody's on that
I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song

Lose my mind, yes he makes me lose my mind
So I gotta keep him close, no I just can't let him go
He's got the jingles in her mind, slippin' in my pimpin' this time
And I just can't let him go, bet I ain't gon' let him go

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Lower Da Boom - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: Lower Da Boom
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Rahem Ross Brown, Todd Ray, William E Williams

Lyric:
Hey man, try some of this
It's absolutely dynamic
Oh yea, shit

A lot of cats put down grass man
Like uh, uhh, because they say things about it
Like it makes you, lose your memory and all that
Well I just wanna say that uhh, uhh
I forget where I was man
Ohh, okay cut, Freddy, Freddy stop
Boom Skwad in the house

I lower da boom when I do the cypher dance
With naps and saggy pants as I romance the plants
I take puffs on stuff, rough enough to give a buzz
To my 'cuz even though he don't touch the stuff
See this blunt in my front, some say might stink
But yo the skunk helps me think

I'm a boom smoker joker with the knack because I'm gifted
Some say misfit, but fuck it let's get lifted
I get a box of 50, get nifty with a spliff G
And tick tackle new jacks who tried to diss me

I walk through the rain for dimes at the sess spot
Not hot with cops, 'cause I'd hate to get popped
I'm a terror to a trey bag, son, you'll soon see
But I gots to get higher, lower the boom G

Lower da boom, you got to lower da boom
Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke clouds the room
Spark that blunt, represent don't front
We got what you want, it's the indo funk

Ahh, I just catch the fumes so I consume
Bend the room, with the duplicate tune
Spark another L for the cypher
Sit back and light the five inch adventure that's alright

Lower the boom for the sess bags thicker
One's a flight to Phillie, while the other one's the liquor
Off to the weed spot, the bag's better be fat
Or else you catch the speed knot and Holmes, you don't need that

Spark the indo or the L, sniff the weed
But I never get splits mista 'cause Tame's been hip ta
The baby of the blunts, so I'm down to catch the contact
Here's the rap chat, it's a fact that I react

Smooth from the boom consumed a zoom, zoom a zoomin'
MC El, the leaner cleaner thoughts dials tune-in
Into the matter roll the blunt, bunt batter
Pass the shit quick, don't flip with the chit chatter

I never puckered once, my lungs got jammed
My man said it wouldn't kill, but I choke, goddamn
The sess starts to cloud the room
The Artifacts, commences ta, lower the boom

Lower da boom, you got to lower da boom
Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke clouds the room
Spark that blunt, represent don't front
We got what you want, it's the indo funk

Ohh, I hope I live to see the day they make it legal
So all the people can see what I'm smokin' ain't evil
Stop callin' me a pusher 'cause I take pulls and take tokes
Cut snakes, cut breaks and I hate fake folks

So pass the cheeba, senorita 'cause I need a
Fat fuckin' Phillie just before I funk a freaker
Creatin' from the milk crate with hooks and riffs
I can lift 'em and shift 'em makin' jams like this

With the blunt in my left hand and the Phillie in my pocket
MC El, at my right, with the mic so I can rock it
Sess makes my eyes red, but shades only cost three bills
In Hooter ville, so I'm chill

See the bigger the blunt, is how I feel about my indo
Because my moms would never throw my shit out the window
I puff herb 'til noon, chill and watch cartoons
Yes once again, I lowered the boom

Are you weeded? Nope see, I'm doper for the session
Catchin' wreck, check the tec 'cause I'm sober for the sketch
If I'm caught smokin' blunts, I catch a bad one from my clan, see
I'm higher than a Messiah so you know I'm handy dandy

Legalize it Holmes 'cause the zone's gettin' bigger
From the whites to the Ricans 'cause they learned it from the niggaz
So who's the first to kick it real for the cypher?
Eight Phillies so you know you gots to pass the other lighter

Pass the incense gents, it smells out in the hall
My groupies think I'm stunnin' 'cause I'm six feet tall
No need for the sheepa cheeba cleaner than Beaver Cleaver
Though I'm down to pitch, with my skit like Tom Seaver

Either or my jaw speak of true features
I must be, the freaker of this doper class teacher
So pass the Visine, so you can keep your eyes clean
Look to Looney Tunes, we lowered the boom

Lower da boom, you got to lower da boom
Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke clouds the room
Spark that blunt, represent don't front
We got what you want, it's the indo funk

Lower da boom, you got to lower da boom
Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke clouds the room
Spark that blunt, represent don't front
We got what you want, it's the indo funk

Lower da boom, spark that blunt
Lower da boom, ya got to lower da boom
Spark that blunt, represent don't front

I just wanna say that, ahh
A lot of you cats, that don't think
Marijuana should be legalized
Well, you're all fucked, cut
Lower da boom

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Outro On Ya Ass - Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: Outro On Ya Ass
Album: Golden Grain
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): Arbie Wilson, M Johnson Jr, B Sandimanie, Christopher Bridges, T Epps

Lyric:
Make way for 2-0

Don't make me swang on ya bitch ass
Fuck around and pull that thang on ya bitch ass
Shit, I like to get to fightin' witcha bitch ass
Roll a blunt, get to lightin' on yo' bitch ass

Dealer baby, got a chrome on yo' bitch ass
A.T.L. I'm ridin' home on yo' bitch ass
You know me dog, just might stunt on yo' bitch ass
Hell, later on my niggaz jump on yo' bitch ass

And how we do it in the south on ya bitch ass
Where niggaz pack and pull it out on yo' bitch ass
Look, I'm quick to put the gator on ya bitch ass
Flip the script and wear some gators on yo' bitch ass

I take it back to the gate on yo' bitch ass
Let niggaz seek and flip some weight on yo' bitch ass
Bronson family some me love witcha bitch ass
If you see me holla, "Dog", witcha bitch ass, bitch niggaz

Tity boi

I'm drinkin' Cartier with my slick ass
Shit I was born to be a playa with my slick ass
Yo, you know I got game with my slick ass
Give a bitch a fake name with my slick ass

Yo, in case I need to creep with my slick ass
You know I might need a freak with my slick ass
I gave a cheese a whole week with my slick ass
I couldn't tell nobody but this beat with my slick ass

Yo, you see how I snap with my slick ass
Hold these, switch tracks with my slick ass
Yeah, A-town on the map with my slick ass
Fuck a pound, I gave 'em dap with my slick ass

Yo yo, I got mad with my slick ass
Two cars, one tag with my slick ass
Yo yo, we at them bad with my slick ass
So slick you need a cast for my slick ass, you might fall

Fate know what I'm talkin' about

Oh, he so adorably cute with his short ass
And he'll fuck the shit up out you with his short ass
Don't get it wrong, that thing long for his short ass
Have you screamin', "Oh Lord" with his short ass

Yeah, you know he on parole with his short ass
For stealin' unattended hoes with his short ass
You gotta watch him, he's so cunning with his short ass
Spendin' time of fittin' hundreds with his short ass

Runnin' with tity he be in the trap for his short ass
Rollin' off in big sacks with his short ass
His britches sag to his knees with his short ass
Bitch please, he a g for his short ass

He don't pay so he get in for free with his short ass
Stay reppin' God by, C.P. with his short ass
Stay rockin' bur berry and Gucci with his short ass
Dough and jewelry shows and boobies
Built to describe lil' fate's short ass

I be that nigga named luda

Uh, uh, okay, uh
Fresh off the scene on yo' puss ass
Big pocket full of green on yo' puss ass
So fresh and fuckin' clean on yo' puss ass
Hoes come and get like ding on yo' puss ass

Dinner time, snatch the keys off yo' puss ass
Start drivin' with my knees on yo' puss ass
Look at how the Royce rolls on yo' puss ass
Watchin' out for pot holes on yo' puss ass

I know that I'ma get mines on yo' puss ass
Ignorin' every traffic sign on yo' puss ass
I'm still standin' 5'8 on yo' puss ass
I'll increase the crime rate on yo' puss ass
(Whoa)

Luda quick to just creep on yo' puss ass
Then turn around and take a leak on yo' puss ass
God damn it, we'll cut the breaks off yo' puss ass
Then do a show on Ricki lake on yo' puss ass pussy nigga

Disturbin' tha peace

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O, For A Thousand Tongues To Sing - Lyrics - Remedy - David Crowder

Title: O, For A Thousand Tongues To Sing
Album: Remedy
Artist: David Crowder
Composer(s): David Crowder, Jack Parker

Lyric:
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer?s praise
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of His grace

My gracious Master and my God
Assist me to proclaim
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name

So come on and sing out
Let our anthem grow loud
There is one great love, Jesus

Jesus, the name that charms our fears
That bids our sorrows cease
?Tis music in the sinner?s ears
?Tis life and health and peace

He breaks the power of canceled sin
He sets the prisoner free
His blood can make the foulest clean
His blood availed for me

So come on and sing out
Let our anthem grow loud
There is one great love
There is one great love, Jesus

He speaks, and listening to His voice
New life the dead receive
The mournful broken hearts rejoice
The humble poor believe

Glory to God and praise and love
Be ever, ever giv?n
By saints below and saints above
The church in earth and Heav?n

So come on and sing out
Let our anthem grow loud
There is one great love
There is one great love, Jesus, Jesus

There are so few words
That never grow old
There are so few words
That never grow old, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

So come on and sing out
Let our anthem grow loud
There is one great love
So come on, so come on

So come on and sing out
Let our anthem grow loud
There is one great love
Oh, there is one great love
Oh, there is one great love, Jesus

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No Future In It - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: No Future In It
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Robert Flores, John Stary

Lyric:
Lil' Rob, yeah
It's kinda fucked up, man
All these kids wanna be grown up
Gangsta, gangsta and all that kinda shit
Yo, I'll be honest with you, man
You smoke marijuana dogg but that's about it
It's better to cut loose, eh, you know

Chamacos on the calle living la vida loca
Eleven years old experimenting with drogas
Smoke a little weed, snort a little coca
I'll just try it one time, homey, to see que onda
It's so addictive and you get so addicted
Becomes a habbit, they gotta have it and then can't kick it
There's nothing funny about being a druggy
I know a lot of people fucked up, became a junkie

Used to dress clean started looking kinda bummy
Do what they say you can learn a lot from a dummy
You get wrapped up in it like a mummy
Next thing you know you're in your hefa's purse stealing the money
And you got it so bad, if you ain't got it you go mad
Won't stop until you get a toetag
Somebody please give me just a minute, homey
To let them know that there ain't no future in it, homey

We like to get all fucked up, you know homes
(There ain't no future in it, homey)
We do drugs till were all sucked up, you know homes
(There ain't no future in it, homey)
I smoke weed 'cause it grows from the seed but the other shit
(There ain't no future in it)
As if it makes you scratch and bleed, twitch and shit
(Homey, I ain't fucking with it)

Hey, homes just like Mrs. Jones
We both know that it's wrong but it's much too strong to let it go
Some do, some don't
The one's that do are fucked, always end up stuck in a rut
In love with the drug
Do sick shit for a fix, too many good people ended up in that mix
They scratch and they twitch, they stand and they sit
But they can't sit still the drugs the chill pill

They do what they do and I'll let 'em be
'Cause in reality they ain't bothering me
Even though is kinda fucked up to see
I can only feel lucky that that isn't me
But you know it coulda have easily been
It's not like it wasn't around all over the town
People looking for the drogas, their head on the ground
Another overdose another body was found

We like to get all fucked up, you know homes
(There ain't no future in it homey)
We do drugs till were all sucked up, you know homes
(There ain't no future in it homey)
I smoke weed 'cause it grows from the seed but the other shit
(There ain't no future in it)
As if it makes you scratch and bleed, twitch and shit
(Homey, I ain't fucking with it)

I dont have to prove to you what I been through
Just letting you know what I seen and what I've been into
We'd go out, we'd stay late till the day breaks
We'd be in Cisco drinking and huffing spray paint
Sparking it up, pointin' the spray plate
Getting fucked up till we can't see straight
Hit the calles to go start some havoc
And go gang banging in my homeboy's Maverick

I remember bumping some ace fly
My cuete's loaded and so am I
And you could tell by the look in my eyes
That I ain't giving a fuck, homeboy, we live to die
But that was just a thing to do at the time
Get together, get high and go pull some crimes
But the truth is you got a fucked up mentality
Bet, you are gonna get a fucked up reality check

We like to get all fucked up, you know homes
(There ain't no future in it, homey)
We do drugs till were all sucked up, you know homes
(There ain't no future in it, homey)
I smoke weed cause it grows from the seed but the other shit
(There ain't no future in it)
As if it makes you scratch and bleed, twitch and shit
(Homey, I ain't fucking with it)

There ain't no future in it, homey
There ain't no future in it, homey
There ain't no future in it
Homey, I ain't fucking with it

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