Clock Without Hands - Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Title: Clock Without Hands
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith

Lyric:
I am a clock without hands
I'm walking through the midnights
Counting all the moments of the loves I've left behind
Crying on the shoulders of the days, I've not forgotten now

I am frozen in time like the battles of the soldiers
Left displaced of time where their tears still fall
Loves that wreck out on the track
Far beyond my looking back to recall
I'm just a clock upon the shelf
Without hands to give the time of day for love at all

And I am a clock without hands, no one understands this
That when the autumn comes I see no reason for a fall
Spring can fall to move me with it's tulips and it's clover
Now the time for love is over
I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all
I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all

I recall a time, when love still had the power
To reach inside this clock
Where my hands held a dream
The innocence of passion and the words of St. Teresa chiming in

And I recall the faith of the love of my life
And the loosing of my hands
Which he took with him when he died
And I'm crying on the shoulders of his love that I'm remembering now
And it's been ages since this heart has ticked a beat of love
So I've forgotten how

And I am a clock without hands, no one understands this
That when the autumn comes I see no reason for a fall
Spring can fall to move me with it's tulips and it's clover
Now the time for love is over
I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all
I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all

I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all

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Around The Clock - Lyrics - The Rocket Summer

Title: Around The Clock
Artist: The Rocket Summer
Composer(s): Stephen Bryce Avary

Lyric:
Dance until we just can't
Clappin' our hands to the songs and keep dancin' around
To the joyful sound that the band plays
As his smiling face just shines away

It's moving through town, as big as a train
April, May, June and July, we'll hang outside
August through February, all the time talking our way through March
Hanging out always till this starts

Over and over again, you promise that it won't end
So, I will try to find a rhyme to thank you again
And how I, I am not into the idea of living without you
And I, I am not into the idea of being without you

And no this won't be a sad song
There's going to be claps and singing along
'Cause sad songs about now
Well that would just feel wrong

Beautiful colors, they came from you
So, this ones goes out to the reds and yellows and blues
And of course I can't forget
All the beautiful colors on the day that we first met

So I will never know the right way to say, thanks
For all the nights and days you spend hanging out
But that's what this is about

How I, I am not into the idea of living without you
And I, I am not into the idea of being without you

And no, this won't be a sad song
There's going to be claps and singing along
'Cause you're there when to talk
And you're there not to stop and you're with me

Around the clock, you are, you are
Around the clock, yes, you are around the clock

And just, so, ya'll know everyone else is not

So I, I am not into the idea of living without you
And I, I am not into the idea

And no, well this won't be a sad song
There's gonna be claps and singing along
'Cause you're there when you talk
And you're there not to stop and you're with me, around the clock

And I am not into the idea of living without you
And I, I am not into the idea being without you

And no, this won't be a sad song
There's going to be claps and singing along
'Cause you're there when to talk
And you're there not to stop and you're with me

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Without Her - Lyrics - Blood Sweat &Amp; Tears

Title: Without Her
Artist: Blood Sweat &Amp; Tears
Composer(s): Harry Nilsson

Lyric:
I spend the night in a chair thinkin'
She'll be there but she never comes
And I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I rise to spend another day without her

It's just no good anymore when you walk
Through the door of an empty room
You go inside and set a table for one, it's no fun
When you have to spend the day without her

We burst the pretty balloon
Took us to the moon, such a beautiful thing
But it's ended now and it sounds like a lie
If I said I'd rather die than be without her

Love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing
And it grooves like a clock but the hands on the clock
Tell the lovers to the part and it's breakin' my heart
To spend another day without her

I spend the night in a chair thinkin'
She'll be there but she never comes
And I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I rise to spend another day without her

Can't go on without her
There's no song without her
Can't go on without her

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2000 B.C. (Before Canibus) - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: 2000 B.C. (Before Canibus)
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Tyrone Fuffe, Michael Harper

Lyric:
Yo, my offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad
Knock a nigga unconscious and talk shit
In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object
Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin'
So in the ring, you cannot win
The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in
With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin
Knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin

The beautiful blend of power and strength
From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end
I verbally burn a nigga, lyrically hurt a nigga
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a nigga
Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man? Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
On candid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

Yo, I spit for it
(Lie for it)
Live for it
(Die for it)
Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it
If I'm handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it
I'ma blow trial and do the federal time for it
You mad at the last album, I apologize for it
Yo, I can't call it, motherfuckin' Wyclef spoiled it
But this time for 99 I got 5 on it

You should double up and put a dime on it
Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it
I'ma shine on it, watch Flex drop a bomb on it
About ten times on it, watch people call a request line for it
Cypher sounds keep pushin' rewind on it
Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it
12 o'clock in the morning you'll be standin' on line for it
I'm a live poet with a sharp ear and eye for it
'Coz I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics
Of a hollow tip at point blank distance
I flip shit when I spit shit, Father forgive bis
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians
'Coz they sounded like idiots, they went from silver to gold to platinum
After the millennium they'll probably be wearin' iridium
They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they'd probably cum helium
Y'all niggaz can't be serious, I was nice before ice
Before Christ, before the words let there be light
And a light took over the night, I was born with a mic

Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life
Took this rap shit to new heights
Before the Wright brothers took flight
Before dog fightin' and aerial strikes
Before MC's picked up pens and started to write
Before promotional marketin' and posterlights?
The Canibus'll bust up mics, punch out lights
Punch out your motherfuckin' eyesight for the title bought fight
Ask Top Phife, I snatch the track for half price
The Canibus is too nice, gimme that mic

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

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My Grandfather'S Clock - Lyrics - The Magnificent Johnny Cash - Johnny Cash

Title: My Grandfather'S Clock
Album: The Magnificent Johnny Cash
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Johnny Cash

Lyric:
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more

It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound

And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour for departure had come

Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

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Stunnas - Lyrics - Jagged Edge

Title: Stunnas
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Patrick Michael Smith, Balewa Muhammad, Hakim Young, Candice Nelson, Ezekiel Lewis, Jermaine Mobley

Lyric:
Stunna shades, fluid in my kup
We up in da klub, we gon' tear it up
Stunna shades, fluid in my kup
We up in da klub, we gon' tear it up

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Now middle of the day grippin' 12 o'clock at night
You'll neva catch me without my stunnas on
I be on dat green, I be cheifen mean forgot my visine
But I got my stunnas on

They don't wanna let me in da klub wit' 'em on
Say I'm lookin' like a thug wit' 'em on
I take 'em off I get in and put 'em right back on
You'll neva catch yo boy without his stunnas on

Big whips or rocks we gon' get 'em
Loose lips ain't leavin' out now we wit' 'em
Any top notch dyme in ya city we wit' 'em
Don't stop late night till da morn keep da stunnas on

If its fly or flashy, yes, we wit' it
Got kicks so quick da first to go get it
Before you approach dat dyme prolly already hit it
Don't waist time steady on my grind wit' ma stunnas on

Now we sailin' in da mall homie ice got it all
Know I be doin' it wit' my stunnas on
Catch me on da ase hand up on da dash
Hands be turnin' so fast who's dat wit' dem stunnas on

My eyes tinted got a lean in da lac
Let a nigga look G in da lac
I'm a boss deez cost runnin' to bring i know
Told ya neva catch yo boi without his stunnas on

Like this big whips or rocks we gon' get 'em
Loose lips ain't leavin' out now we wit' 'em
Any top notch dyme in ya city we wit' 'em
Don't stop late night till da morn keep da stunnas on

If its fly or flashy, yes, we wit' it
Got kicks so quick, da first to go get it
Before you approach dat dyme prolly already hit it
Don't waist time steady on my grind wit' ma stunnas on

I got my stunnas on Cartier made
Wood grain frame wit' my name in da shades
And when I wanna switch it up, I put dem Garda D's on
Same stunnas wood gon', now dey all chrome

I read in 'em, beat in 'em, eat in 'em
Shorty say she love it so she let a niggaz beat in 'em
It's a important part of my attire apart of my fresh
I can't leave home without 'em like my Amerikan Express

I'm from da a where it's mandatory gotta ride some
Hit da mall mann, erry'day buy some
Da bigger, da better, da harder to stunt
He ain't doin' it like me baby tell 'em stop frontin'

Like this big whips or rocks we gon' get 'em
Loose lips ain't leavin' out now we wit' 'em
Any top notch dyme in ya city we wit' 'em
Don't stop late night till da morn keep da stunnas on

If its fly or flashy, yes, we wit' it
Got kicks so quick da first to go get it
Before you approach dat dyme prolly already hit it
Don't waist time steady on my grind wit' ma stunnas on

Soon as we walk in, watch yo' chick
'Cause you know yo' chick is gonna watch me
Bet she gonna like what she see
'Cause I always got my stunnas on

Soon as we walk in, watch yo' chick
'Cause you know yo' chick is gonna watch me
Bet she gonna like what she see
'Cause I always got my stunnas on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on

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Superjones - Lyrics - Holly Palmer

Title: Superjones
Artist: Holly Palmer
Composer(s): Charlton Pettus, Paul Goldwitz, Franne Golde, Guy Erez, Holly Palmer, Emerson Swinford

Lyric:
The details of distance and phone bills and kisses
On other girls lipses don't scare me, I don't care
Listen, I glisten, I glow when you call
I'm not small when you call
Without you baby, I am no one at all

Second chances are what this romance is
You can't turn me down 'cause

Everybody's got a superjones
Everybody's looking for something
A super high super sly super zone
You can turn me down but I'll keep trying

And these other hours of quiet and empty
Before love is ours are wild and wide and turned on their side
Shadows and voices and too many choices
They fill me and kill me 'most every night
Come on home baby I've learned my lesson right

I don't know where you think you're going
You can't turn me down 'cause

Everybody's got a superjones
Everybody's looking for something
A super high super sly super zone
You can turn me down but I'll keep trying

Superjones, superjones
Superjones, superjones
Superjones, superjones
Superjones, superjones

Now maybe you think I'll change my mind
Now maybe you think I'll not have so much time on my hands
But it's you on my hands that I knew on my hands
That I'd find you again

Baby, baby don't look so shocked
Now baby, baby don't see the clock behind me
I'm not going nowhere, I'm not going nowhere, no

I'm perfectly happy
I'm perfectly happy
I'm perfectly happy
I'm perfectly happy
I'm perfectly happy
I'm perfectly happy

I'm perfectly happy
I'm perfectly happy
I'm perfectly happy
I'm perfectly happy
I'm perfectly happy
And you, babe, you are perfect

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Mr. Outsider - Lyrics - Aceyalone

Title: Mr. Outsider
Artist: Aceyalone
Composer(s): Lance Patrick Caldwell, Edwin J Hayes, Byron Jackson

Lyric:
I am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the math
After the aftermath I'm a still be a soldier in America's bloodbath
Look at it through the wrath of a universal soldier
You could never monitor my craft

I am not a graft, I am a original soldier
Walkin' in the path of the math

Now you're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
Is that right, is that right?
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

Well, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs
It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs
John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's
I guess Babylon wasn't made for blacks now was it

Well, it doesn't really matter does it
'Cause it be dependin' on the
Who, what, why's and the whereabouts
And I'm a nigger that the world don't care about

Mr. Outsider, it's all about bein' a fighter
Use the guide to open up your mind a little wider
My mellow my ace, movin' from place to place
All a nigger want is a taste

Working on the docks wearin' a smock
I clock in, I clock out about 5 o'clock
I keeps a calm disposition so I won't arouse suspicion
But then I know what you're wishin'

That you could put a bullet in my head plate
Without all that red tape
And lead me straight to the grave
You're either a slave but Jesus got you saved
Or you don't know how to behave but you're brave

A mixed up African with a finger wave
And the load ain't gettin' no lighter
Even though I'm in it to win it, I'm still a outsider

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

Well, back in the days they told me hip hop pays
So I says I strays aways from L A's average
'Cause C.K-in' and B.K-in' was bein' a savage
And M.C.-in' and QDJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage

Now it ain't like a nigger talking hella late in the game
I'm talkin' '80 ace deuce, nobody think about truce
No menace, no boys in the hood, no juice
It was more like coolie high and niggers truly die like they do

When I found out you got to choose your path I knew
Not red and blue, the blackness is true
My tactics was new that's when the practice grew and I flew

I wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain
From Los Angeles city of the big bang theory
Where everyone is leery now a whole mess of mc's fear me
But it's important everybody hear me

As I tell you about the unwanted man
Who got blunted and took what he can
And he ran from city to city, town to town
Bouncin' around like he's about to blow the world up
'Cause his mind's not dormant anymore his door's ajar
And his jar's full of somethin' else

Now everyone knows that scarecrows with Velcro hair ain't real
Yeah, but if your psyche is likely to be spilled
Ain't no tellin', you'll be sailin' across the seas like Magellan
Way out your range and since I don't speak Greek stranger
I'm a give it to you in layman's terms so you'll learn

I paid the piper I'm gon' pick the tune
But I don't listen to music like that, so

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You better run and hide yourself, boy
'Cause you can't provide for self

Inside, outside
That's what doin' it is all about right
Inside, outside, inside, outside
That's what doin' is all about

Now I'm a outsider but not like ponyboy
I'm aceyaloney boy and I transcend with both hands in?
And I transfer the answer from within
And I strain and I gain the strength to bust a blood vessel

As my dirty thoughts mud wrestle in my head muscle
You got your lucky charm I know you believe in warlocks
You better be keepin' you door locked and bolted

Say praise the Lord as I raise the sword and revolted
Psychological warfare for the holy, smoke your last bowl-y
Your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly
Got a good old fashion passion for smashin' what they built
With no guilt, at full tilt, at full speed, at full blast
Comin' full circle on that ass

I'm the idealistic, realistic mystic from the past
That just gets more intelligent, don't risk it I'm fast
Better get involved don't know how the world revolves and evolves
And solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves

Now who killed this lion? Curiosity
Now why's the black man dyin'? It's an atrocity
Does history really repeat itself or is it prophecy?
So until I leave my physical shell, there ain't no stoppin' me

'Cause I paid the piper, I'm gon' pick the tune
But I don't listen to music like that, so

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

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Thug Style - Lyrics - Goodies - Ciara

Title: Thug Style
Album: Goodies
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, Johnta Austin, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
You change the game
I like your thug style

Hey you it's me turn the music down
So you can hear my invitation
Now what I want you to do is come through the crib right now
Without hesitation

So don't ask me what I want
'Cuz I want you to hurry up
And get over here to see me
Act just like you need me
Hurry hurry hurry
Got ten minutes

Tick tock
Where you at
Looking at the clock it's about that time
Knock knock
There you is
I've been waiting on you for a long long time
Baby don't stop stop
I don't mind if you make me hot hot
'Cuz I'm gone keep your love on lock lock
Lock ohh ohh yeah

You change the game
I like your thug style
When I'm around you
You always make me smile
Make me so excited
Come on don't deny me
Ooh let's take our time
Ooh let's do it right
Ooh you changed the game I like your thug style

Now my parents are gone
And I can't believe it's me who needed to see you
Nobodys home we can kick it all night
I no that you don't have curfew

Now don't move too fast
But don't move too slow
Baby catch the rhythm that I'm giving you
Ooh I love the rhythm
I'm feelin' you

Tick tock
Where you at
Looking at the clock it's about that time
Knock knock
There you is
I've been waiting on you for a long long time
Baby don't stop stop
I don't mind if you make me hot hot
'Cuz I'm gone keep your love on lock lock
Lock ohh ohh yeah

You change the game
I like your thug style
When I'm around you
You always make me smile
Make me so excited
Come on don't deny me
Ooh let's take our time
Ooh let's do it right
Ooh you changed the game I like your thug style

Its that in thug in you
That's got me wanting you like I do
Baby now I can't wait for love
I anticipate ooh
Baby just tell your friends that you won't be with them tonight
Baby it's you and me so put your hands up feel this ohh

You change the game
I like your thug style
When I'm around you
You always make me smile
Make me so excited
Come on don't deny me
Ooh let's take our time
Ooh let's do it right
Ooh you changed the game I like your thug style

[Incomprehensible]
Ohh boy
[Incomprehensible]
That's right

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Song For Shelter - Lyrics - Illuminati - Fatboy Slim

Title: Song For Shelter
Album: Illuminati
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): Roland Clark, Norman Cook

Lyric:
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper
Into this thing
The deeper I go the more knowledge I know
What to sing, what to bring
What

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme, what?
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out I'm not dancin' no more but
Why? Why? Why? What?

How on earth are you supposed to vibe around the, the fake ones
The one, the ones that say
They know what is what but they don't know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck? What?

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper
Into this thing
And I pretend that they're not there
I just stare

Up in the booth at the dread man spinnin' the song
Spinnin' it strong
Playing things like
We cannot house we can
That's my shit, what?
Woo

I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper
When people start to disappear
And it's about six o'clock
Woo, I'm feelin' hot

Take off my sweater and my pants
And I start to dance
And all the sweat just goes down my face
And I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this place
I get deep, oh, I get deep
What? Woo

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep
When he takes all the bass out of the song
And all you hear is highs and it's like
Oh shit, ahh
I get deep

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep
And the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol
And I get drunk and I, oh, all over the place
And I catch myself right on time, right on line with the beat
And it's so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

I get deeper
I get deeper
I get deeper

If the house music was ale
And doctor love would be my song
And I would only take deep breaths
And fill my lungs with the rhythm or the bass
I get deep

Now it's about three a.m. and I see people doin' plea
Spinnin', jumpin' and grindin' as if they had wings on their feet
Raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was the DJ himself
Spinnin' those funky, funky, funky house beats

And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same thing
With matic pause without cause
Bass from those high definition speakers
Sitting in the corner on each side of the room
Givin' us the boom, boom, boom
To our zoom, zoom, zoom

The smell of a L lit while walking by
But the music gets me high
Sanctified like an old lady in church
We get happy, we stomp our feet
We clap our hands, we shout, we cry
We dance and we say, "Sweet Lord, speak to me"

Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me
Because we love house music
And on this planet it brings us together
Like a family reunion every week

We eat, we drink
We laugh, we play and we skate
So for all you hip hoppers
You do woppers, name droppers, you bill boppers
You come into our house to get deep
What? To get deep

You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'
You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'

You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'
You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'

You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'
You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'
...

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Ordinary People - Lyrics - Chrome Dreams II - Neil Young

Title: Ordinary People
Album: Chrome Dreams II
Artist: Neil Young
Composer(s): Neil Young

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Lyric:
Two out of work models and a fashion slave
Try to dance away the Piccolo night
The bartender poured herself another drink
While two drunks were watchin' the fight
The champ went down and he got up again
Then he went out like a light
Fightin' for the people

But his timing wasn't right
The high rollin' people
Takin' limos in the neon light
The Las Vegas people
They came to see a Las Vegas fight
Fightin' for the people

There's a man in the window with a big cigar
Says everything's for sale
He had a house and a boat and a railroad car
The owner's gotta go to jail
He acquired these things from a life of crime
Now he's sellin' them to make bail
He was rippin' off the people

Sellin' guns to the underground
Livin' off the people
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around
Tryin' to help the people
Lose their ass for a piece of ground
A patch o' ground people

He was dealin' antiques in a hardware store
But he sure had a lot to hide
He had a back room full of the guns of war
And a ton ammunition besides
Yeah, he walked with a cane
Kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside
Just a warnin' to the people

In case they might try to break in at night
Protection from the people
He's sellin' safety in the darkest night
Tryin' to help the people
Get the drugs to the street all right
Tryin' to help the people

Well, it's hard to say where a man goes wrong
Might be here and it might be there
What starts out weak might get too strong
If you can't tell foul from fair
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng
Of hands stretched up in the air
Vigilante people

Takin' the law into their own hands
The conscientious people
Crackin' down on the drug lord and his bands
Government people
Confiscatin' all the dealer's land
The patch o' ground people

A new Rolls Royce, a company car
They were racin' down the street
Each one was tryin' to make it to the gate
Before employees manned the fleet
The trucks full of products for the modern home
Were set to roll out into the street of ordinary people

Tryin' to make their way to work
The downtown people
Some are saints and some are jerks
That's me, everyday people
Stoppin' for a drink on their way to work
Alcoholic people, takin' it one day at a time

Down on the assembly line
They keep puttin' the same things out
The people today, they just ain't buyin'
Nobody can figure it out
They try like hell to build a quality in
They're workin' hard without a doubt
Ordinary people

But the dollar's what it's all about
Lee Iaccoca people
But the customers are walkin' out
The nose to the stone people
Yeah, they look but they just don't buy
The patch o' ground people

In a dusty town the clock struck high noon
Two men stood face to face
One wore black and one wore white
But of fear there wasn't a trace
A hundred and eighty years later
Two hot rods drag through the very same place
A half million people

They moved in to pick up the pace
A factory full of people
Makin' parts to go to outer space
A train load of people
They were leavin' for another place
Out of town people

Down at the factory they're puttin' new windows in
The vandals made a mess of things
And the homeless just walked right in
Well, they worked here once and they live here now
But they might work here again
The ordinary people

They're just livin' in a dream
Hard workin' people
Just don't know what it means
To give up people
They're just like they used to be
Patch o' ground people

Out on the railroad track they're cleanin' ol' number nine
They're scrubbin' the boiler down
She really is lookin' fine, a beauty, that number nine
Times'll be different soon they're gonna bring her back on line
Ordinary people

They're gonna bring the good things back
Hard workin' people
They put the business back on track
The everyday people
I got faith in the regular kind
Patch o' ground people

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Sunshine - Lyrics - New Danger - Mos Def

Title: Sunshine
Album: New Danger
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Galt Mac Dermot, Dante Smith, Marcus Eion, Michael Sandison, Kanye West

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Lyric:
(Let the sun shine)
Yeah, yeah, it's a brand new day, y'all
(Let the sun shine)
Turn me up in the top a little bit, dog
Want you to know, want you to hear this one
(The sun's shinin')
Loud an' clear, bright an' early, listen

I don't hate players, I don't love the game
I'm the shot clock, way above the game
To be point blank with you, mother fuck the game
I got all this work on me, I ain't come for play

You can show the little shorties how you pump an' fake
But dog, not to Def, I'm not impressed
I'm not amused, I'm not confused, I'm not to dude
I'm grown man business an' I am not in school

Put your hand down youngin', this is not for you
On my J.O. with beats by Kanye, yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh, like I'm still a day old

An' it's been like that since the day, yo
On more time than a Roley, or Seiko
Step on deck, your neck, do what I say so
Get up or get out, get down or lay low

(Let the sunshine)
Standin' in the shadow of a fabulous man
Brooklyn nigga, I am, Black Dante
(Let the sunshine in)
That nigga, that dude, black people, let's move
(The sun's shinin')
Shout out to my man, Talib Kweli, yes
We on top a, top a, shout a, shout a, check it out

Slim nigga that casts a big shadow
Cherokee red to shoot the long arrow
Got more skill, more aim an' more ammo
You can get it all from a big or small barrel

Like, 'Hail Mary', full of grace
Niggaz come in an' shoot up the place
An' make you pull up your face
The deck, Im'ma pull out the ace
From the jungles of the Empire State
Where it ain't no escape

Two four seven, seven one eight
An' thats like every night, every day
From the place that I settle an' stay
To the states, I'm collectin' my pay
Blast off then I'm back to the K

Hold it down so my family straight
Represent in a family way
Pro ball not for amateur play
Been raw since the amateur stage
Before the press had the cameras raised

Like a long time man of the way
(Let the sun shine)
You understandin' me straight?
Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
(Let the sunshine in)
It's what it is, what it is
An' thats what it is, you see? Ha, fire
(The sun's shinin')

'Cause it is deeper, sweeter, richer, crisper
Stronger reception an' sharper picture
Revolve around God an' involve with niggaz
These elements above all my scripture

An' make Mos Def a classic modern figure
Brooklyn, it don't matter if you holler or whisper
You're comin' through clear 'cause I'm right here wit'cha
Ain't gotta edit the slang, I got it, I'll get ya

Yo, brothers an' sisters, fathers an' mothers
The lovers, the leavers, the doubters, believers
The stayers, the quitters, the bitches, the niggaz
Rebel guerrillas, the ghetto civilians
Y'all 'gon feel it from the first to the millionth

It's extra ordinary an' plain
I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game
By the time you get where I'm standin', I'll be gone
Y'all make moves, but y'all just move on

I move in, an' y'all must move on
(Let the sun shine)
'Cause I move to strong an' I know what my feet move for
Make it go without a brand new car
(Let the sunshine in)

I was fresh without a brand new song
An' give a fuck about what brand you are
(The sun's shinin')
I'm concerned what type of man you are
What your principles an' standards are
You understand me y'all

Be good to your family, y'all
No matter where your families are
'Cause everybody need family, y'all
Raise a hand, you understand me, y'all
Everybody need family, y'all

Be good to your families, dog
Understand, no matter where your families are
Everybody need family, dog
Raise your hands, you understand me, pa
That's what it is, that's my man

Family an' my family Pencil Pete
My man too, all our loved ones behind the walls
All of those who still in the struggle
Masada Malia, Son Dial la, Magic Mel

(Let the sunshine in)
Life is real
All the real soldiers, black people, we family y'all
(Let the sunshine in)
(The sun's shinin')
Let it be bright

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My Heart - Lyrics - The Great Subconscious Club - K'S Choice

Title: My Heart
Album: The Great Subconscious Club
Artist: K'S Choice
Composer(s): Gert Bettens, Sarah Bettens

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Lyric:
Not so long ago
We both felt love became a word
No more than that
With sex that felt like wings without a bird

The only thing that we both love
Is in the cradle that we rock
Six hands, six feet but just one beat
The ticking of the clock

I always heard I could get hurt
I knew that from the start
Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck
But please, don't break my heart
Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck
But please, don't break my heart

Solid wood will rot
If you don't keep it from the rain
We were surprised when we found out
That love feels just like pain

I always heard I could get hurt
I knew that from the start
Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck
But please, don't break my heart
Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck
But please, don't break my heart

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Put It On Me - Lyrics - Dr. Dre

Title: Put It On Me
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): S Storch, A Young, M Elizondo, R Harbor, D Blake

Lyric:
Y'all ready to get dirty?
Do y'all really wanna get X-rated?
He, bottoms up

Just hit me up when you need
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
I just want your company

(Come on baby)
Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back, I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me

We back, we mack, stay blunted
Knee pads, yo hoes they wanted
Penthouse two o'clock eleven hundred
It ain't no fun if I can't reroute your hoes in this direction
Swerve in the intersection, I'm done, she restin'
No question, done session

Home wreckin', Doc motherfuckin' Dre, no guessin'
Nothin' less than, I mess when I'm sexin'
Bang on the block
Even Asian bitches like to bang cock
Draws drop, she bunny hops
On it like a pro, she comes out the clothes

But, uh, she flips the dildos
Whether in the Pumps, Nikes or the steel toes
Dre, you can spot it in the Benzos
Squawtin' real low, got me drivin' real slow, she's a real ho
And even though her parents spent the fat chip
On that private school chip
She graduated, got some thug dick and flipped
No more checkered sweater, vest and plaid skirts

She's out here naked more or less and that hurts
But she's in good hands 'cuz Suga Free palmin'
He sent her to the Sheraton with Thomas
If you need 'em they at 310-629-9755
You hit 'em and they let you know when she's arrived
Oh, she okay, she just runnin' an errand
With this Portuguese dime piece named Karen

Bouncin' through the mall, spottin' 'em all
A sucker for a dick sucker ready to fall
For a daughter like yours
Got him pattin' his pocket and comin' out his drawers
Layin' his jacket on puddles, openin' the doors, all for what?
Because I promised her my name
Gave her the game and still ain't fucked

Just hit me up when you need
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
I just want your company

(Come on baby)
Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back, I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me

(Come on baby)
Put it on me
Fuck everybody, let's just go

(Come on baby)
We can get drunk, have some fun and blow some smoke
(Come on baby)
My spot is close, c'mon let's roll
(Don't trip)
Now keep it on a low, low

Now we just kickin' back playin' on some PS2
Contemplatin' the game Dre and me best do
If you feelin' froggies then leave when we test you
But I'm guaranteein' you bitches leavin' three less two
Never mind what that love and hate one pairs do
Y'all just snicker at that hooker when we all pass through
Dr. Dre and DJ Quik will probably outlast you
You're like see-through pair of boxers nigga yo ass through

Bitch, you need some good dick, I got that too
Speed bag the clit, leave it black and blue
Time of yo live, I got that boo
Creep late nights up in hotel rooms
We drank, eat shrooms
Kill something, crank the volume
Fuck in every room
You know your home girl want it, Tag team bitch
Why you being dick greedy? Tag team bitch

When she cums, she drips on mattresses
Bedroom time comes I handle shit
Wifey caught up me nigga
That's yo bitch, that's yo biz
That's show biz, that's how hoes is
With or without kids
Long as you keeping it on a hush she ridin' dick
Ain't been satisfied much, she's been fakin'
That's why she callin' me, guess what she's sayin'

Just hit me up when you need
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
I just want your company

(Come on baby)
Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me

(Come on baby)
Put it on me
Fuck everybody let's just go

(Come on baby)
We can get drunk, have some fun and blow some smoke
(Come on baby)
My spot is close, c'mon lets roll
(Don't trip)
Now keep it on a low, ahh

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Just In The Nick Of Rhyme - Lyrics - Can I Borrow A Dollar? - Common

Title: Just In The Nick Of Rhyme
Album: Can I Borrow A Dollar?
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Tony Craig, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, L Mizell, Ernest Wilson

Lyric:
The rhyme I pick up, trick up, and like hiccup
(Hiccup)
This is a good place for a stickup
So throw your hands in the air and say, "Hell yeah"

I can beat Mike Tyson, plus I'm Fresh-er than the Prince of Bel Air
And I Blossom, in color is how I'm living
See some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my Public Ene-ma
Picture this, like a cinema, I'm winnin' a contest

I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress
I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig
The gold mud in my blood, I'm a stud smokin' blunts

Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, I'd be Woody Wood
They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes I sex and don't collects
Rockin' a Rolex, preferrin' sex instead of Soloflex
But I pump skill, to build what I can build and still feel good

The baddest hoes be sayin', "Ooh you're real good"
Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella
Auntie's name is Stella, style as deaf as Helen Keller
Nail a flammer with the Hammer for comin' incorrect

Not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar to Bruce Banner
So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me
Kid just in the nick, I kick more ass than Bruce Lee's Nike's did

Just in the nick, I kick on the geek stick, flick a Bic
Dick a chick, Slick-er than Rick around the clock
I tock to the tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso
Shit, I got rhymes comin' out my asshole

I'm in a pole position, sole position
You're in no position to be dissin'
It's a rainbow coalition, I'm kissin' ass goodbye
Rockaby, here's your lullaby

Like Georgie Puddin' Pie but baby baby don't cry
Feed 'em, I heat 'em and eat 'em if I don't need 'em
Then I leave 'em as leftovers, packin' the weak MC's
Into [unverified] septober [unverified]

'Til I was older, I couldn't hold a rhyme folder
Now I dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
If I'm sober I won't hold a skunk, but when I'm drunk
I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin' I'm a hunk

Like a duck, I'm slammin' ham MC's, MC's I'm servin'
Makin' the people jump like my man, Julius Erving!
Those deserving props are gonna get theirs
Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my dick hairs

I'm the biggedy biggedy bear ya scrub cub with a demo tape
Tryin' to catch me, catch your breath before you hyperventilate
For air you're gaspin', your best bet is to take an Aspirin
I bash it, crash it, now you know, so stop askin'

'Cause when you ask, you make an ass of you and only you
See, just in the nick, I kick the funky shit
That's why they call me Bootsy

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Tusk And Temper - Lyrics - Gutter Phenomenon - Every Time I Die

Title: Tusk And Temper
Album: Gutter Phenomenon
Artist: Every Time I Die
Composer(s): Jordan Taylor Buckley, Keith Michael Buckley, Michael Novack, Andrew John Williams

Lyric:
Bedeck your gown in bricks, there's leeches stealing across the stage
Come hell or ocean water, I won't end up without
Applaud the gall of the black cloud groping a drunken teenage vow
As saline drips from her prom dress, damp hands are dessicated
There's a wolf at the window of the second floor
Who kidnaps your date with a new car

We both want the same thing, bad poetry and assaults at the bar
Just try and stop me, we are the only one in the world
Prepare the ballroom, quicksand in front of the coat check
Waltz with the scarecrow in the spotlight through the rye

I was born a wanted man but I'll die a sailor's wife
God help me pick the lock to her room, I have to make this right

Scream the hounds to sleep for me
I'm creeping around in your head like a vine
I'm creeping around in your head like a vine

Your spit the meat of the rose harvested by the dull, let fly
Let the doves, unhook their leather wings from the fog

Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam
Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam

In a photo taken of us at the reception held at the jail
Lover boy is breaking up, just to the right side of me

I will stop at nothing, I am the siren that sings you home
Is that clear? Is that clear?
I will stop at nothing, I am the tooth in your jewelry box
Is that clear? Is that clear?

Let pry the crows, unhook they're crooked beaks from the clock

Bolt the gate for the head of the ivory tower
Adoration is cutting the phone lines to your heart
Love is here

I am the snarling and starry-eyed
I am the snarling
I am the snarling and starry-eyed
I am the snarling

We both want the same thing, better aim at the stranger in our yard
Just try to stop me, I am the blinding light of your life
Prepare the body, I've been better but thanks for asking
Wait with the scarecrow for the spotlight in the rye

I'll eat you alive, I'll eat you alive
The calm will come again

The calm will come again
I'll eat you alive, I'll eat you alive
The calm will come again

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Long John Silver - Lyrics - Long John Silver - Jefferson Airplane

Title: Long John Silver
Album: Long John Silver
Artist: Jefferson Airplane
Composer(s): Casad

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Lyric:
Long John Silver ring in his ear
He's the hero, make that clear
Does the same thing his father did
Sailing around the Caribbean
Robing king with his talking parrot
This time I think he's on the high side

Scabs are forming, scraped his knee
Guards are warning a bad man is free
He's like electric clock that needs no winding
Keeps the time without your hands
Western feet they need no binding
Take a barefoot run through old Japan

He's seen a thousand countries
They're all the same
Some men are crazy, some of the men sane
But all men are ruled by a flag or a game
And he knows nobody's got you
If you don't, if you don't sign your name

Long John Silver serves no king
No land holds him, that's why
He feels like just like singing
Every country now and then
Roars like Irish, drunk and singing
Every monk will now and then
Call his men to hear the
Wenches night bells ringing

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Nobody Knows - Lyrics - Nelly

Title: Nobody Knows
Artist: Nelly
Composer(s): Cornell Haynes, Jermaine Dupri, Anthony Hamilton, James Phillips

Lyric:
I didn't know
There'd be troubles along the way
Nobody told me nothin'
Nobody told me nothin, nothin'

I went through, 8 different schools in, 12 different years
That's 30 different teachers, over 10,000 different peers
And I done fought in every one, been suspended every time
Besides a few a felony, done committed every crime

But never braggin' on, just want you to see me what I done
I'm never proud of it, so I don't have to go back there again
And, I used to go like house to house, sleepin' on couch to couch
Walk around stickin' out my hands, lookin for a handout

Only thing I handed out was more bills
Only thing pulled me out was my will
God told me, the son, "Don't chill"
Determined to make use of one of these skills

Either that or go beat the block
Ain't no way you can beat the cops
Ain't no way I can beat the clock
Just a matter of time shut down your shop

Oh, you stay up day and nights, livin' this way of life
I was young and restless, all my children came
And then I had a guiding light
No more of that sittin' man, sittin' and waitin' and thinkin'
Somebody comin' to take me up off them streets but now I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I don't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin' so hard and I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy
I can't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin' so hard and I know

I can tell you right now, I'm sayin'
I could sit here and count on one hand
How many people seen me graduate
I know a few that did but a bunch that ain't

Same folks showin up in swarms
Waitin' for me to go on
Want to see Nelly perform
Wasn't so poor before

I became this household name
I was playin' them little league games
Nobody curred if I go 0 for 3
Nobody out her rootin' for me but my Momma

Supported me in everythin'
"Why she get everythin'?"
Some people got the nerve to ask
Y'all can kiss my ass
Man that's my Momma

Got a sister that need my help
And it can't be solved with wealth
Give anything that I have
Just to see her in perfect health
Now we out h're complainin'
"I got work to do"

How bad you think you got it?
Somebody else got it worse than you
I done had them down and ups and
Don't plan on comin' back down
Don't plan on leavin' her no time soon
But I got too comfortable now

Wouldn't have no knowledge of wealth
Without no knowledge of self
And I'ma keep walkin this road
My mind, body and soul I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I don't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin' so hard and I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy
I can't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin' so hard and I know

I didn't know
There'd be troubles along the way
Nobody told me nothin'
That would help me to ease my pain

I've been walkin' this road
For forever and a day
Now I've been searchin' for somethin'
For someone to help me find my way
And now I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I don't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin so hard and I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I can't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin so hard and I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I don't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin so hard and I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I can't believe, I've made it this far

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