Congo - Lyrics - Amel Larrieux

Title: Congo
Artist: Amel Larrieux
Composer(s): Guesly Larrieux, Amel Larrieux

Lyric:
Congo, get to, get to Congo
Get to, get to Congo
Get to, get to Congo
Get to, get to Congo

Now could we go to the square they call Congo?
I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone
Where the first of us stood before, before, before

Where we sat and played to revive our depleted souls
Where we went to forget our freedom was not our own
Where we went to hold onto the memories of way back home

Now could we?
Now could we?
Now could we go?

Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo
Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo

Now could we go to the square they call Congo?
I need to go and lay my feet upon the stones
Where the first of us stood before, before, before

Where we made music in remembrance of human bodies sold
Where the sound of an old pain became a new music of hope
Where they paved me a road so I could get to Congo

Now could we?
Now could we?
Now could we go?

Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo
Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo

Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo
Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo

And I would not be here today if they had not been
So displaced, so displaced, but still
But still they made time to sing and play a song
A song in Congo

Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo
Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo

Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo
Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo

Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo
Get to Cong, get to Cong Congo
Get to Cong, get to Congo
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Congo - Lyrics - Calling All Stations - Genesis

Title: Congo
Album: Calling All Stations
Artist: Genesis
Composer(s): Anthony Banks, Michael Rutherford

Lyric:
You say that I put chains on you
But I don't think that's really true
But if you want to be free from me
You gotta lose me in another world

Send me to the Congo, I'm free to leave
There's always somewhere anybody can lead
Send me to the Congo you have to believe
You can do it if you wanna, just do what you please

Like a soldier ant
I will wait for the signal to act
To take a walk right through the door
If you don't want me here any more

Send me to the Congo, I'm free to leave
There's always somewhere anybody can lead
Send me to the Congo, you have to believe
You can do it if you wanna, just do what you please

Into my heart you came
And gave a whole new meaning to my life
Into my world you brought a light
I thought it never would go out

Send me to the Congo, I'm free to leave
There's always somewhere anybody can lead
Send me to the Congo, you have to believe
You can do it if you wanna, just do what you please

You can send me to the Congo, I'm free to leave
There's always somewhere anybody can lead
Yes you can send me to the Congo, you have to believe
You can do it if you wanna, just do what you please

I would never be the one to say you had no reason
To want me somewhere else far, far away
But someday you may understand, someday you will see
That someone who would die for you is all I've ever been

Congo, the Congo
(If that's how it's got to be)
Congo, the Congo
(If that's what you want from me)

I would never be the one to say you had no reason
To want me somewhere else far far away
Someday you may understand someday you will see

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Congo Square - Lyrics - Great White

Title: Congo Square
Artist: Great White
Composer(s): Mark Kendall, Alan Niven

Lyric:
There she goes, Miss Heartattack
That girl is gone, ain't comin' back
Love we had, call it yesterday
But now is now, today's today

And when the sun is shinin'
I still feel the same
And when the rain is comin' down
I'm hurtin' with the pain

I've been here before
No love, no way, no more
Am I just a fool to fall for love

Put my heart in gunnysack
Dress it up in black on black
Take it down to Congo Square
Raise it from the dead down there

And when the sun is shinin'
I will feel no pain
And when that rain is pourin' down
I'm on my feet again

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Dig Up The Conjo - Lyrics - No Exit - Blondie

Title: Dig Up The Conjo
Album: No Exit
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Chris Stein, Jimmy Destri, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
Dig up the conjo
Breaking the mojo
Dig up the conjo
Making me well
Who do you love?

You're a mess
Got a gun to your head
And drums in the night
Going blind, hypnotized

Lost in the congo
Holding the bongo
Kilimanjaro
Dig up the conjo

Listen to drums for the name
Little hearts beat like saints come marching in

Deep in the bayou
Demon inside you
Put on the hoo doo
Put on the hoo doo
Who do you love?

Hey, mommy, do you see that man?
Hey, mommy, I don't understand
It's only a zombie, honey, hailing a cab
Just hold my hand and don't look in his face

Jungle inside you
Something's beside you
Doing the mambo
Dig up the conjo
Who do you love?

A loa down the well
Come and ring the bell
The jungle's burning down

Lost in the congo
Beating the bongo
Dig up the conjo
Who do you love?

To confess in the sun hold your breath
Something comes
It's alright, half alive
Watching you while it flies

Lost in the congo
Beating my bongo
Breaking the mojo
Dig up the conjo

Beating my bongo
Holding the mojo
Making me well

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Blackman Redemption - Lyrics - Confrontation - Bob Marley

Title: Blackman Redemption
Album: Confrontation
Artist: Bob Marley
Composer(s): Lee Perry, Bob Marley

Lyric:
Woy a, natty congo
A dreadlock congo I
Woy a, natty congo

A blackman redemption
Woy yo, yo yo
A blackman redemption
Woy yo, wo wo

No need no need to get jumpy
No need and, no need to get bumpy
And a no need, and a no need to get bumpy
No nee-ee-eed to get jumpy

Youth and youth agree to
Cool runnings can you dig it?
Cool runnings yeah, one more time a beg ya
Cool runnings, can you stop it?
Cool runnings

Spread out, spread out
Spread out, spread out

Tell you about the blackman redemption
Can you dig it?
Oh, yeah
A blackman redemption
Can you stop it?
Oh no, oh no, oh no

Coming from the root of King David
Through to the line of Solomon
His imperial majesty is the power of authority

Spread out, spread out
Spread out, spread out

No need, no need, no need to get jumpy
And a no need, and a no need to walk away

Let me tell ya 'bout ya
Cool runnings, can you dig it?
Cool runnings, one more time we want it
Cool runnings
Cool runnings

Spread out, spread out
Spread out, spread out

It's just a blackman redemption
Can you dig it?
Wo, yeah
Good Lord, good Lord, good Lord
A blackman redemption
Can you stop it?

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Til I'M Laid To Rest - Lyrics - Buju Banton

Title: Til I'M Laid To Rest
Artist: Buju Banton
Composer(s): Mark Myrie, Paul Crosdale, Bobby Dixon, Melbourne George Miller, Donald Dennis

Lyric:
'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

I'm in bondage living is a mess
I've got to rise up alleviate the stress
No longer will I expose my weakness
He who seeks knowledge begins with humbleness

Work 7 to 7 but I'm still penniless
All the food upon my table Massa God bless
Holler for the needy and shelter less
Ethiopia awaits all prince and princess

'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best, yes
Propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

What coube so bad about the East, everybody wants a piece
Africa for Africans, Marcus Mosiah speak
Unification outnumbers defeat
What a day when we walk down Redemption Street

Banner on heads Bible inna we hands
One and all lets trod the promised land
Buju go down a Congo stopped in Shashamane Land
The city of Harare where Selassie come from

In Addis Ababa then Batswana
Left Kenya end up in Ghana
Oh, what a beauty my eyesight behold
Only Ethiopia protect me from the cold

'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

Organize and centralize come as one
Our seeds shall be so many more than sand
Some new and replenish pure and clean heart
For too long we've been under this band

Some a save a bag a riches, yet they die empty hand
Go on saying I'm stupid and laugh all you can
Easier for a camel to go through a needle eye
Than a rich man to enter a Zion
Take it from I man
So

'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

I'm in bondage living is a mess
I've got to rise up alleviate the stress
No longer will I expose my weakness
He who seeks knowledge begins with humbleness

Work 7 to 7 but I'm still penniless
All the food upon my table Massa God bless
Holler for the needy and shelter less
Ethiopia awaits all prince and princess

'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

What coube so bad about the East, everybody wants a piece
Africa for Africans, Marcus Mosiah speak
Unification outnumbers defeat
What a day when we walk down Redemption Street

Banner on heads Bible inna we hands
One and all lets trod the promised land
Buju go down a Congo stopped in Shashamane Land
The city of Harare where Selassie com from

In Addis Ababa then Batswana
Left Kenya end up in Ghana
Oh, what a beauty my eyesight behold
Only Ethiopia protect me from the cold

'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

I've got nice centralize come as one

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Sunshowers - Lyrics - Arular - M.I.A.

Title: Sunshowers
Album: Arular
Artist: M.I.A.
Composer(s): August Darnell, Ross Orton, Maya Arulpragasam, Steve Mackey, Stony Browder

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Lyric:
I bongo with my lingo
And beat it like a wing yo
To Congo, to Colombo
Can't stereotype my thing yo

I salt and pepper my mango
Shoot spit out the window
Bingo I got 'em in the thing yo
Now what? I'm doing my thing yo

Quit bending all my fingo
Quit beating me like you're Ringo
You wanna go? You wanna win a war?
Like P.L.O. I don't surrendo

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

I bongo with my lingo
And beat it like a wing yo
To Congo, to Colombo
Can't stereotype my thing yo

I checked that mouth on him
Fuckin' check my gas on him
I had him, cornered him
Fuckin' shut that gate on him

Why would you listen to him?
He had his way, I'm bored of him
I'm tired of him
I don't wanna be as bad as him

It's a bomb yo, so run yo
Put away your stupid gun yo
'Cuz we see through like a protocol
That's why we blow it up 'fore we go

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

Semi 9 and snipered him
On that wall they posted him
They cornered him
And then just murdered him

He told them he didn't know them
He wasn't there they didn't know him
They showed him a picture then
Ain't that you with the Muslims?

He got Colgate on his teeth
And Reebok classics on his feet
At a factory he does Nike
And then helps the family

Beat heart beat
He's made it to the Newsweek
Sweetheart seen it
He's doin' it for the peeps peace

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

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You All Dat - Lyrics - 2 Zero 0-0 - Baha Men

Title: You All Dat
Album: 2 Zero 0-0
Artist: Baha Men
Composer(s): Hugo Peretti, Imani Coppola, Mark Hudson, David Weiss, Herschel Small, Luigi Creatore, Steve Greenberg, Michael Mangini, Nehemiah Hield

Lyric:
I was up with the moon, and down with the stars
And the party was carrying on (party!)
All the girls were outside, kicking sand, sipping on mohitos (ooh!)
And all the boys were standing around, dancing the congo (hey-yeah-hey )
And then, woah, there she was, I think she's looking fine (no way)
Hey! I know what I see when I see it (right)
Watch me go down there and do my talk
Damn it, girl, I just got something to say

Tell me will it be okay if I say
You got it! You all dat! You got it! Baby, you tow me away

All the girls started laughing at me (a ha ha ha ha ha!)
I had to make a quick retreat, get ready for round two (bong)
'Cause my love is like a bomb, about to explode
And only she can light my fuel
So I'm walking (woah), I'm talking (way)
Damn, girl, I just got something to say

Tell me will it be okay if I say
You got it! You all dat! You got it! Baby, you tow me away

Dance with men, you dance with moves
So I dropped to my knees and prayed (yeah)
Please, God, just one time, give me a night of ecstasy just for two
Until I opened my eyes and to my surprise
My goddess of love was standing there, and she says
Yeah, baby, got something to tell?
Well, c'mon, hurry up, I don't got all day
You got the hots for me, I can see
But you gotta give it all you got to get me
So c'mon, c'mon, what you got? Give it to me
If not, you're not one of the guys who wanna do me, huh
I'll show you how it's done
You gotta be bold, or you ain't gonna get none

Tell me will it be okay if I say
You got it! You all dat! You got it! Baby, you tow me away

I know your head is for the time of day
I'm one, since you won, after you say what you wanna say
Tick-tock, the time is ticking
I'm under pressure, I'm nervous - Chicken
Hold up, girl, listen up, you're my dope
You're all dat, you definately got it, girl
What you want? What you need?
What I gotta say? Give me your hand, I'm gonna take you away - Okay

You got it! Baby, you tow me away
I was up with the moon, and down with the stars
And me and my baby was going to our own party

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Short Memory - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Short Memory
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Robert Hirst, Peter Garrett, James Moginie

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Lyric:
Conquistador of Mexico, the Zulu and the Navaho
The Belgians in the Congo, short memory
Plantation in Virginia, the Raj in British India
The deadline in South Africa, short memory
The story of El Salvador, the silence of Hiroshima
Destruction of Cambodia, short memory

Short memory, must have a short memory

The sight of hotels by the Nile, the designated Hilton style
With running water specially bought short memory
A smallish man Afghanistan, a watch dog in a nervous land
They're only there to lend a hand short memory
Wake up in sweat at dead of night
And in the tents new rifles hey short memory

If you read the history books you'll see
The same things happen again and again
Repeat repeat short memory they've all got it
When are we going to play it again

Got a short, got a short, got a short, got a short
They've got a short must have a short, they've got a short, aah
Short memory, they've got a

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Wild Women Of Wongo - Lyrics - Tubes

Title: Wild Women Of Wongo
Artist: Tubes
Composer(s): Roger Steen, Rick Anderson, Charles Prince, Bill Spooner, Vince Welnick, Mike Cotten, John Waybill

Lyric:
From the foggy woggy banks of the Limpopo river
There come the sounds of female ecstasy, I shiver
Wet and wanton their cries caress my swollen ears
With building fears of this forgotten land of years

Visions of furious fire-goddesses wielding blunt spits
Figments of erotic escapades with all branches of the armed forces
Surrounding, abounding they stoop to conquer
With sighs and anxious whispers in a slow, steady rhythm

Wongo
Wild women of Wongo
How does their song go?
Makin' me want more
Wild women!

Wongo
No man can say no
Wild women of Wongo
How does their song go?
Like this

On the dank, steaming shores of Wongo
It's black sand beaches so bongo
Patterned with leech ridden creatures
Bodies branded with cicatrix features
That once screeched through the heart of the Congo

Stacked and berserk, they tower and flail all about
Wailing sounds in tongues only ancient
Insects would understand or figure out
Wild, willing, wenches strutting and struggling as they yank hanks of hair
Rooting and rutting in heat as the earth heaves beneath their feet

Wongo
Wild women of Wongo
How does their song go?
Makin' me want more
Wild women!

Wongo
No man can say no
Wild women of Wongo
How does their song go?
Like this

And so on and on the lores of Wongo go
Throughout the sands of time
Singing their song of love so rare
To only the chosen ones who dare

The course of events, time after time
The tradition remains the same
A bloodcurdling scream, one of pure ecstasy, rings out
And then it came, the ultimate sacrifice

Their wasp waisted figures twitch and twine
Their sting is lethal and I know I'm in for mine
How can I resist this onslaught of love
From over, from under, from behind and above
I wish I could be their Wongo King, if only I knew the song to sing

Wongo
Wild women of Wongo
How does their song go?
Makin' me want more
Wild women!

Wongo
No man can say no
Wild women of Wongo
How does their song go?
Like this

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Fright Night - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Fright Night
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Sean M. Lassiter, Barry A. Reese, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all y'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another head banger

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here

Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
'Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches

You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money

Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present

Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat

And make you bounce how poncho will play the Congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow

Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S W I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks

Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all snortin'

My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I heard you stole, whoa, listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man

See the wrist and hand, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

New York, they ain't ready for it
A T L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it

My ladies
Millennium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

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Maps Of The World - Lyrics - John Cale

Title: Maps Of The World
Artist: John Cale
Composer(s): Bob Neuwirth, John Cale

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Lyric:
May I help you, Sir?
Yes, I'd like to buy a map, please
What kind of map?

As up-to-date as possible
I'm thinking of doing a bit of traveling
And I need the latest world atlas

I'm sorry but we may be in a bit of trouble there
All the maps are changing so rapidly
It's difficult to follow these days
Since the East has returned to the dance floor

Yes, I sense a loss of azimuth here
A falling off the edge of the world as we know it
A scattering of temples, a wish for a more modern Cairo
A more divisive equator, a more beautiful sunset
A bluer sky, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Gabon, Zaire, Congo, Rwanda
I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Zimbabwe, Botswana, Lesotho, Tanzania

The world changes partners to dance
Poor Libya, so misunderstood
The mighty Zambezi, the windblown Kalahari
A wish for a more electronic mailbox

A more African nightmare, a more vigorous Burundi
Mozambique Electronique, the armies of Namibia
Angola, who is your Cuba now?
Changed partners, the world wants to dance

I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Somalia, Equatorial Guinea, Cameroon, Togo
I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Tothigua, Sierra Leone, Senegal, Western Sahara

The maidens of Morocco, Burkina Faso, the riches of Liberia
A stranger symbolism, a sand-storm of antiquities
A more beautiful sunset, a sparser continent, a bluer sky
A more disturbing rhythm, an angrier drum-beat

I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Estonia, Latvia, Kazakhstan, Nashville
Changed partners again, changed partners just for the night
Ankara, Enseno and Madrid, Twin Cities, Reno

I'm leaving for home, leaving for home tonight
Inuit, Rome, Vancouver
Changed partners again, changed partners just for the night
Afghanistan, Sardinia, Peru
Changed partners again, changed partners just for the night
Columbia, Argentina, France, Syria, Catalan, Oslo

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Fright Night - Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

Title: Fright Night
Album: Ryde Or Die: Vol.2
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Sean M. Lassiter, Barry A. Reese, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Attention please, attention please
Can I have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all y'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another head banger

Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here

Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and Busta keep it tight like liposuction
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
'Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches

You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money

Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz
And we gonna be here to present

Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat

And make you bounce how poncho will play the Congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow

Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in front the impalo
Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S W I two Z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks

Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin', nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all snortin'

My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I heard you stole, whoa, listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man

See the wrist and hand, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now come on
Scream, jump baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it

New York, they ain't ready for it
A T L, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it

My ladies
Millennium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

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Play On Playa - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: Play On Playa
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Scott Spencer Storch, Nasir Jones, Arthur Ross, Leon Ware, Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Light somethin', stop frontin'

How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures
Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton Sisters
That'd kill me yo, filthy rich
My daughter pass it on to the next generation

Throwing carnations at my tombstone
In my new home, meet moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on
Then we do a dance like my man Luther Jam
But my verse came first

I stole change out her purse
Now I wanna dig her up outta the earth
Too morbid, learn forward toward a new paragraph
Blue carats, D-Class, strictly that kush in the weed bag

Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production
Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin
Hit a spliff through a séance
And I, play on playa

Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Gotta get your papes on, play on playa
Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters
Do the yacht thing, ménage swing, baby

Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your papes on, play on playa
Get your papes on, play on playa
Get your papes on

Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose
Rubies in Hey-Zeus piece
Pimped out like Snoop be, but an East Coast thing
My girl stocking tied up in a knot, top of my bean head

Billion dollar dream hear
Went from triple beams to digital
Serving fiends, the minimal, 60 G's, no criminal
No mo', just mo' doe, mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings on fingers

While your girl performs cunnilingus
'Cause this big money aroma lingers
Barber cleans his blade, then he give me a fade
Hot towel on the face

Hot models who vomit after they eat so they can stay lightweight
Swallowing my protein like an Ovaltine shake
Come through like Moe Green from Godfather, so clean
Where I step, I Clorox it

Keep 20 G's on both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets
Eighty thousand, browse for the nicest price
But we ain't into buying Conflict Ice
That's the **** they stole from the Congo and other black soil

True mack for you, nappy hair, just spinnin'
Honey gave me a massage with the happy ending
Finest females I just came on, and sprayed her
Gotta get your papes on, play on playa

Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Gotta get your papes on, play on playa
Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters
Do the yacht thing, ménage swing, baby

Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your papes on, play on playa

It's kinda hard for a playa like you
But let me show you how a **** like me get revenue
What you never do is punk out, what you better do
Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view

Better yet a better crew, praise God, I'ma marry you
Get your homie, carry you, bury you
Slowly, roll me another blunt stuff it
Lick it, puff it, tuck it, **** it

That man, that gang, that bang it was
In D O double G we trust
Yep yep, young loc with the two steps
He creepin' with two Tecs, he's sleepin' with two chicks

Right before he blast, all you heard was two clicks
End of existence, for instance
Rewind it, replay it, re-chop it, remix it
Re-twist it, goddamn D O double G, 'cause we missed it

Travel slow, I'm a Indian but not a Navajo
I smoke the big leaf in all the big deef's
My hair in two braids, I'm the big Chief
Ladahdah be dahdadah

Yeah, break that down, how fresh ya are
The King from Queens, Mr. Escobar
Connect with the best from the west, yes yes ya are
Oh, my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas, playa play on

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Dog Gone - Lyrics - Frank Black And The Catholics

Title: Dog Gone
Artist: Frank Black And The Catholics
Composer(s): Charles Thompson

Lyric:
I could not pray, I felt so dog gone
Couldn't get no witness but I did not know
Then a voice in a whisper said, "You've got to carry it on"

And the news is gonna break
The news is gonna break
The news is gonna break that I am here

Out along the way, I got so bogged down
I had some business there, I did not slow
And a boy in the world said, "You've got to carry it on"

And the news is gonna break
The news is gonna break
The news is gonna break that I am here

I'm not a messenger, I'm not the passenger
Got some business there but you did not know
And the point of my visit, well sir, that's to carry me on

And the news is gonna break
And the news is gonna break
Yeah, your noose is gonna break when I am there

No Paris, no Nepal, no Barstow
Won't be none of them at all
No Congo, no Kish or Kishangargh, no Memphis
It doesn't matter who you are

I'm on my way, I feel so dog gone
Go 'bout your business but you did not know
And the point if there is one, well sir, that's to carry me on

And the news is gonna break
(Your noose is gonna break)
(The news is gonna break that I am here)
The news is gonna break that I am here
And your noose is gonna break when I am there

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Big Blue Ball Of War - Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Title: Big Blue Ball Of War
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith

Lyric:
In 1914, this ball was at war
It went from Belgium on through Ireland
The Congo, then back home

This big blue ball of war spun on it's own
Spinning history in lines of blood
When many souls fell off

And we all ride on, this big blue ball of war
Souls with tickets through the veil, we all ride on
And we all ride on, this big blue ball of war
We choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of war

Almost a century the blood has flowed
We've killed our men of peace around this ball
And refused to hear their ghosts

We spend our destinies in deeds of hate
Humanity upon this ball
Is just a bloody fall from grace

And we all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
Souls with tickets through the veil
We all ride on, and we all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
We choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of war

A reformation just might save us all
A voice of harmony and open heart
Where the women teach the song

These men of evil deed can be proven wrong
If we join hand to hand with Abraham
So not a soul falls off

And we'll all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
Souls with tickets through the veil
We'll all ride on, and we'll all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
We'll choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of war

We'll choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of war

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Jimmy - Lyrics - Kala - M.I.A.

Title: Jimmy
Album: Kala
Artist: M.I.A.
Composer(s): Mathangi Arulpragasam, Dave Taylor, Bappi Lahiri

Lyric:
Jimmy gone M.I.A.
Come back Jimmy

When you go Rwanda, Congo
Take me on your genocide tour
Take me on a truck to Darfur
Take me where you would go

Got static on the satellite phone
Got to get you safe at home
Gonna get you somewhere warm
So you get me all alone

Jimmy aaja
Jimmy aaja
Jimmy aaja
Jimmy aaja

Time and time and time and time again
You keep pushing that button
But I don't know what you're saying

Hit me on aim, trying flip me on some game
Are you coming, are you going
Are you leaving, are you staying?

You told me that you're busy
Your loving gets me crazy
I know that you hear me
Start acting like you want me

You told me that you're busy
Your loving gets me crazy
I know you can hear me
Start acting like you want me

Time and time and time and time again
You keep pushing me, what you saying?
Hit me, hit me on aim and flip me some game
But I still don't know what you're saying

You told me that you're busy
Your loving gets me crazy
I know that you hear me
Start acting like you want me

You told me that you're busy
Your loving gets me crazy
I know you can hear me
Start acting like you want me

Jimmy aaja
Jimmy aaja
Jimmy aaja
Jimmy aaja

Jimmy, I love you
Hear me sing

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Captain Saint Lucifer - Lyrics - Laura Nyro

Title: Captain Saint Lucifer
Artist: Laura Nyro
Composer(s): Laura Nyro

Lyric:
Mama, Mama
You're a whiz and a scholar too
Mama open up the room lock
Sip, sip
I'm going to the moon dock

He gives to me
Buckles off shingles
Off a cockleshell on Norway basin

Coke and tuna
Boots and roses from Russia
Now I'll live and die and rise
With my captain
Mama I told my
Mama say go

Meet me Capt. St. Lucifer
Darlin' I'll be there
Don't you know

Meet me Capt. St. Lucifer
Darlin' I'll be there
And if you know
Don't you know
Now don't you know I love you

Meet me Capt. St. Lucifer
I love you
Love you I do

Mama Mama
You're a whiz and a scholar too
Mama I'm at anchor in your glow now
Sip sip
Even as I go now

He gives to me
Buckles off shingles
And a jangle from a Congo love chase
Early bloomers made of earth and love lace

Now I'll live and die and rise
With my captain
Mama I told my
Mama be happy

Meet me Capt. St. Lucifer
Darlin' I'll be there
Don't you know

Meet me Capt. St. Lucifer
Darlin' I'll be there
And if you know

Gutters in stacks
Is where I come from
Buckles off a poverty drum

Oh, my love trumpet soul
Tell Gabriel
To tell the captain
Thank you baby
You're my baby now

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A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): George Clinton, Salaam Remi, Chucky Thompson, Isaac Hayes, Nasir Jones, L.E.S

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Lyric:
Get ready get prepared
This is Prophecy, God is with us

I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hard heads
Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed
The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit
Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, View Mount
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale
Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk war hurts much to gain

Till the day we all say may your pain be champagne
Then we all blaze away at our enemies, may they die easily
Long as they perish forevers what freedom means to me
Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things
Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, Diesel jeans airs and chucks
Solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts on some pretty tone shit
Haircut looks airbrushed and they're aware of us though
And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though stayin' on my hustle

A message to those who trapped us up
From Federal guys who backed them up
We never will die, we black and tough
Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up inside the beast
Look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets
Queens, even the Congo needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin'
On innocent women and children

It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke
And put guns in our buildings but I'm not gon' cry
And I'm not gon' just stand and watch you die
I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand come on let's ride
A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ
The same regime, what God has built you never can break
What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
You devils will run back into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations

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The Heist - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: The Heist
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Rakheim Meyers, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Trevor Smith, Paul Mitchell

Lyric:
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is with me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all applepie, yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK King thing

Aiyo, it was the best heist since ice
Precise rituals
Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels
Holdin' a navy blue Uzi
Krush Groovin' waves off the atlas
Coolin', that's how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid

Old dog in it, the thug vaccine with no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasin'
Dufflebag swollen, we holdin'
Drink chocolate milk before we roll in
It's like that ya'll, we gangstas
Stickin' all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony
Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin'
"Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!"

Aiyo caught 'em at the ice pavilion, dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas covered in vest pieces think like a mob flick
Guessin' like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass pieces
One nigga beamin', fagot ass lay on the floor ya fuck!
Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live coma
Three young Italians, suited down personal style

I'm in valor white designin' on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost backin' me bust a shot, motored
Four male in paper work, Lord
We get together once more before we blow this
Murdered nobody
Left 'em all baseball'd down, brotha
Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors

Money!
Drop dead on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the door
Pass me all the cash in the drawer
Or I promise you'll be payin' the price
Feelin' like a nigga died twice
Execute the world's greatest diamond heist
Ya'll niggas know we out to get this money!

(C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money!)
Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce c'mon!
(C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money!)
Let's get this money nigga

Yeah we near the mind out west
Somewhere in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my back
Whippin' the Acuras, feel like a Mac bustin'
A rug in Preston on percussion
I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin'
A hail storm, ice rainin', mind containin'
Info, nigga what you in for complainin'

Sick bars deep in this language
Did I tell you how my day's spent?
Speakin' through the face of Ronald Reagan
Iceberg history, calligraphy
Kaleidescope colors, hollow head shells and flarin' gunmen
Hate to see me comin' like gray skies on day of judgment
Makes you wonder where the love went
Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards

Put up numbers, plus I'm one to push his mug in
We duck in the safe, check what I'm huggin'
Rocks the size of some shit, out in the Congo
My arms full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got you

Aiyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archaeologists
Gemologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous
Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin
Dunkin' Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open
Rae pass the blowtorch, ghost brought the dynamite stick
Marciano brought a chisel with an ice pick
Princess cuts, invisible settings
Plannin' the world's greatest diamond heist
Playin' a tune by Otis Redding

Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like still?
Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight
Throwin' light went off and in the basket
Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket
Ice lay across the crushed burgundy velvet
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas

We got them niggas drunk and talkin' foolish see
You know the way we straight manipulated this shit
We swindle them niggas for all their precious things
Before we skated and shit, yeah, ya'll niggas know we skated early
Disguised ourselves as the Cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard like Turks in Keikos
Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin' niggas all the platinum and shit

(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist
(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Thoroughly and successfully executed
(Money! Money! Money! ! Money!)
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
(Money!)
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work

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