What Jail Is Like - Lyrics - The Afghan Whigs

Title: What Jail Is Like
Artist: The Afghan Whigs
Composer(s): Greg Dulli

Lyric:
I'll warn you, if cornered
I'll scratch my way out of the pain
Wired, an animal
The claustrophobia begins

Think I'm scared of girls
Well maybe
But I'm not afraid of you
You wanna scare me
Then you'll cling to me no matter what I do

Tell you a secret
They shared a needle once or twice
I loved her, she loved me
We slept together a couple of times

Think I'm proud of this
Well maybe
But the shame you never lose
Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse

And it goes down every night
This must be what jail is really like
And I will scratch my way out of this pain, again

Lonely?
Maybe or maybe not
It all depends
Your ideal, your image
Your definition of a friend

If what you're shoveling is company
Then I'd rather be alone
Resentment always goes much further than it was supposed to go

And it goes down every night
This must be what jail is really like
And I will scratch my way out of this pain, again
And I will crawl back in to where we have been

I'll warn you, if cornered
I'll scratch my way out of the pain
Wired, an animal

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Freeze (Part Iv Of Fear) - Lyrics - Rush

Title: Freeze (Part Iv Of Fear)
Artist: Rush
Composer(s): Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Neil Peart

Lyric:
The city crouches, steaming
In the early morning half light
The sun is still a rumor
And the night is still a threat

Slipping through the dark streets
And the echoes and the shadows
Something stirs behind me
And my palms begin to sweat

Sometimes I freeze until the light comes
Sometimes I fly into the night
Sometimes I fight against the darkness
Sometimes I'm wrong, sometimes I'm right

Coiled for the spring or caught like a creature in the headlights
Into a desperate panic or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast or a conquering hero

The menace threatens, closing
And I'm frozen in the shadows
I'm not prepared to run away
And I'm not prepared to fight

I can't stand to reason or surrender to a reflex
I will trust my instincts or surrender to my fright

Sometimes we freeze until the light comes
Sometimes we're wrong and sometimes we're right
Sometimes we fight against the darkness
Sometimes we fly into the night

Blood running cold mind going down into a dark night
Of a desperate panic or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast or a conquering hero

Sometimes I freeze, sometimes I fight
Sometimes we freeze until the light comes
Sometimes I fly into the night
Into the night, into the night

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Imitation Is The Sincerest Form Of Battery - Lyrics - The Big Dirty - Every Time I Die

Title: Imitation Is The Sincerest Form Of Battery
Album: The Big Dirty
Artist: Every Time I Die
Composer(s): Jordan Buckley, Keith Buckley, Michael Novak, Andy Williams

Lyric:
Don't try to resist
You're coming with us
Provisions are made
Accommodations have met

Your words are encoded
In the bleak genetics of the mob
Praise apocrypha, omitted offense
To relieve us of guilt but not of our sin

We've sacrificed discourse at the feet
Of your clever turn of phrase
Now you owe it to us
We demand to be taken aback

To be shown the revival of hope
For which your words are responsible

Oh, it's the end of the line
I'm cornered by a precedent
The sneering public eye

My job here is done
My job here is done
You're fucking welcome

Retract the accolade the candid acclaim
Inspiration is cutting its loss
Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art
You've been fooled again, the red herrings a joke

I've tried so hard to tell you
That I've tapped the well dry
But there's no word

Stay wistful and young
The affected are banking on oblivion
In the drone of embittered hope
And we're sold by the way they wrote it

Oh, it's the end of the line
I'm cornered by a precedent
The sneering public eye

My job here is done
My job here is done

It is better to destroy
Than to create what is meaningless
So the picture will not be finished
Get out of here

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Juggling Knives - Lyrics - Enchant

Title: Juggling Knives
Artist: Enchant
Composer(s): Ott Ted Leonard, Craddic

Lyric:
Cornered again
I've backed my self in and I'm fresh out of time
Too much to deal with lately
I feel like I'm juggling knives

I'm predisposed to be composed
But not of late and no time soon
My list it grows by rows and rows
And leads me to an early tomb

Light in my eyes, I'm paralyzed
I've had all I can take
If we get one more drop of rain
This levy is gonna break

I've arranged priorities
Conversely to what I need
In haste I grab a plate
And fill it with things I hate

Cornered again
I've backed my self in and I'm fresh out of time
Too much to deal with lately
I feel like I'm juggling knives

I'm burning midnight oil
Or wicks but at both ends
And now the choice is
Juggling 9 or dropping 10

Light in my eyes, I'm paralyzed
I've had all I can take
If we get one more drop of rain
This levy is gonna break

I'm burning midnight oil
Or wicks but at both ends
And now the choice is
Juggling 9 or dropping 10

Light in my eyes, I'm paralyzed
I've had all I can take
If we get one more drop of rain
This levy is gonna break

This levy is gonna break
This levy is gonna break
This levy is gonna break
This levy is gonna break
This levy is gonna break
This levy is gonna break

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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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Cornered - Lyrics - State Of The World Address - Biohazard

Title: Cornered
Album: State Of The World Address
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): Evan Seinfeld, William Daniel Graziadei, Daniel Schuler, Robert Scott Hambel

Lyric:
Sometimes I feel it's a waste of time
To listen to your shouting, a wordless pantomime
Can't you see it falls on deaf ears?

Filling me up with your point of view
Your opinions are your own, I got mine too
What I think don't mean nothing to you

When the shit hits the fan, and you're faced by the man
Who holds the key to our promised land?
Don't misunderstand what's in the man's hand
'Cause it's all been laid out in the new world plan

Makin' me feel like a laboratory rat
Without a mind of its own, diseased and fat
I can't let my life go out like that

'Cause I'm an extra skeptic, a true eclectic
I find it hard to trust all the people we've elected
Take a look around, do you feel protected?
Like garbage in a dump, our lives have been rejected

A blind man leading the not so blind
Creating false truth to fill our minds
To listen to yourself would be a crime
It all comes back to you sometime

Like it or not, they got a number on me

I will not break for your demands
Rabid, defensive, in the corner I stand
Caught in a trap, the bait was free
Like it or not, they got a number on you

Like it or not, they got a number on you
Like it or not, they got a number on you

I can't trust anyone, they're all out to get me
Gonna run until I can't run from the laws that ruin me
Faster and harder, so God help me flee
From the lies that we're free and the powers that be

That push the rich forward between you and me
But agree to agree with no guarantee
Of something to live, for I'll die if need be
I stand up for all, as I fight to be free

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Johnny Law - Lyrics - The Longest Barrel Ride - Slightly Stoopid

Title: Johnny Law
Album: The Longest Barrel Ride
Artist: Slightly Stoopid
Composer(s): Adam Lawrence Bausch, Miles Mason Doughty, Kyle J Mcdonald

Lyric:
I never thought too much about politics
I never cared for the law
There's only one thing on my mind
Goddamn, I need my alcohol

And if you ask me no more questions
I'm sure to tell you no lies
When 1 and 1 is adding up to 3
Someone is shooting up a line

I'm gonna go break the law
I'm gettin' sick of it all

And as I'm waiting at the bus stop
I hear a mean old yell
And here he comes Mister Johnny Fuckin' Law
He's got me scared as
He's got me scared as hell

And if you think he's got me cornered
As soon as I get my nine
Somebody out there, dial 911
It doesn't cost you a dime

I'm gonna go break the law
I'm gettin' sick of it all

I'm gonna go break the law
I'm gettin' sick of it all

Fuck it, fuck you

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Lone Wolf - Lyrics - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: Lone Wolf
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Hank (Jr) Williams

Lyric:
There ain't no man
Gonna invade my territory
There ain't nobody out there
Gonna mess with me

Because I'm big and hard and battle scarred
And gettin' long in the tooth
Desperate and hungry
And got nothin' to loose

Yeah, I'm a lone wolf
I've been chased and I've been bit
Yeah, I'm a lone wolf
They like to shoot at me but they missed

Yeah, I'm a lone wolf
And I ain't never been trapped
And God help the people
That think they got me cornered at last

I've been huntin', I've been trackin'
I've been runnin' since I was three
Born in Louisiana Swamp
Moved with the pack to Tennessee

Raised by black and white dogs
To some country's summer rock-n-roll
They said now, boy
You're gon' have to quit your houlling soul

Stayin' up all night
And chasing lassies by the moon
Layin' up all day
On the porch playin' guitar tunes

Yeah, I'm a lone wolf
And I no longer run with the pack
Yeah, I am a lone wolf
I don't ever look back

Hey, I am a lone wolf
Out here on the prowl
And most of us have been penned up
But I'm still runnin' wild

Hey, I'm a lone wolf
I've been chased and I've been bit
Yeah, I am a lone wolf
This old dog knows all the tricks

Hey, I'm a lone wolf
Still hungry and I'm on the prowl
And most of us have been penned up
But Bocephus is runnin' wild

Better watch out
If I'm hungry and I'm on the prowl

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(I'M) Always True To You In My Fashion - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: (I'M) Always True To You In My Fashion
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
If a custom tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet
When the vet begins to pet, I cry Hooray

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way

I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I may

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way

There's an oil man known as Tex
Who is keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear, means that Tex is here to stay

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way

From Ohio Mister Thorn
Calls me up from night till morn
Mister Thorn once cornered corn and that ain't hay

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way

From Milwaukee Mister Fritz
Often dines me at the Ritz
Mister Fritz invented schlitz and schlitz must pay

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way

Mister Harris, plutocrat
Wants to give my cheek a pat
If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, pay, pay!

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way

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Quiet - Lyrics - Inside Wants Out - John Mayer

Title: Quiet
Album: Inside Wants Out
Artist: John Mayer
Composer(s): John Mayer

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Lyric:
Midnight, lock all the doors
And turn out the lights
Feels like the end of the world
This Sunday night

There's not a sound
Outside the snow's comin' down
Somehow I can't seem to find
The quiet inside my mind

Three O two
The space in this room
Has turned on me
And all my fears
Have cornered me here
Me and my TV screen

The volume's down
Blue lights are dancing around
And still I can't seem to find
The quiet inside my mind

Daylight is climbing the walls
Cars start and feet walk the halls
The world wakes and now I am saved
At least by the light of day
At least by the light of day

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Tell It Like It Is - Lyrics - Fame And Fortune - Bad Company

Title: Tell It Like It Is
Album: Fame And Fortune
Artist: Bad Company
Composer(s): Brian Anthony Howe, Mick Ralphs

Lyric:
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

You got me cornered
There's no getting out alive
So wait a minute, woman
I need to switch out that light
We're a bad match, babe
You never know what's good for you
There's somethin' not right
I'm gonna tell you what to do

For 24 hours, you been comin' on so strong
Baby, I'm gettin' nervous, and pretty soon
I'm gonna prove you wrong

I've gotta tell it like it is
I know it's down to me
Can't go on like this
Our love is history
I'm gonna burn this bridge
You just wait and see
Tell it like it is, uh huh, hey

Face to face, a day I will never forget
Well I was beggin' for your love
You said you're not ready yet
Hey we've come a long way, babe
There's nothin', nothin' I won't do
And well I warn you tonight
My love is hot, I'm comin' for you

Yeah, for 24 hours, you've been puttin' me on
Maybe I'm gettin' nervous, and pretty soon
I'm gonna prove you wrong

I've gotta tell it like it is
I know it's down to me
Can't go on like this
Our love is history
I'm gonna burn this bridge
Just you wait and see
Tell it like it is, uh huh, hey

For 24 hours, you been comin' on so strong
Maybe I'm nervous, pretty soon
I'm gonna prove you wrong

I'm gonna tell it like it is
Yes it's always down to me
I can't go on like this
Watch your step, it's history
Gonna burn this bridge
You just wait and see
Tell it like it is, yeah uh huh

Tell it like it is
You wait and see
Can't go on like this
Our love is history
I'm gonna burn this bridge
I'm gonna burn you down
I'm gonna tell it like it is
I'm waitin', I'm waitin'

Tell it, tell it, tell it, tell it
Tell it, tell it, tell it like it is
No, you know it's still down to me
Tell it, tell it, tell it, tell it
Tell it, tell it, tell it like it is
You're history

You've gotta tell it, tell it, tell it

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Break Em' Off Some - Lyrics - Black Sunday - Cypress Hill

Title: Break Em' Off Some
Album: Black Sunday
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Joe Zawinul, Louis Freeze, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there
Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools!
Do ya wanna get crazy?
Comin' atcha in '93!

Through the car swings
The firing pins go click
When I duck behind the trash bin
Ran out of ammo no doubt my gatt is dry like a fuckin' drought

Got to make my way home
Hit the gate and get my chrome goddamn this song
They got me cornered lemme just warn ya
I'll pull this trigga make your family mourn ya

Boo-hoo! Where ya gonna run to when I pull out the Scooby Do
Run let me break ya off some, hit the floor 'coz it ain't no fun
But here they come, they must wanna get done
No frontin' punk, I'll break ya off somethin!

Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some

What the fuck I'm rollin'?
In a Mack truck that's stolen, guess what I'm holdin'?
Ammo to bust my load still I'm easin' on down
The yellow brick road

Whatta ya know?
A pig in a plain brown wrapper, he wanna bring me down
I'll hit that corner, lemme just warn ya
I'll bring ya ass down, make ya family mourn ya

21 gun salute, trying to take my loot
Don't make me shoot
I'll hit my blunt and pass you a load
And punk, let me break ya of something

Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some

I got to roll with the self control
In the green tank when the shit unfolds
Hold up, I got it sewn up
Me and my niggas are about to blow up

Got the pigs on my tail
What they get is the hollow point shell, caught in the sail
Servin' my sentence, got my apprentice in the hood
But the nigga is senseless

Out on parole
Now the nigga has turned to my fold, now the punk gotta go
That punk got shady, wouldn't repay me
Let the punk know that ya still can't fade me
Maybe the fucker would stop
But nothin' would stop me from havin' to break 'em off something

Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some
Break 'em off some
...

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Pigs Is Pigs - Lyrics - The Big Dirty - Every Time I Die

Title: Pigs Is Pigs
Album: The Big Dirty
Artist: Every Time I Die
Composer(s): Jordan Buckley, Keith Buckley, Michael Novak, Andy Williams

Lyric:
Oh Lord I am saved
Judge says I am fit to swing
'Bout time I have prayed
My woman just might wear my ring

Oh you know I'm no good
You know I'm no good
At court ordered goodbyes

But when I'm gone you'll see, I'll be a better man yet
For the dispossession, take it back in to your arms
Better keep me close to your heart
You better keep me close to your heart

The defiant had me cornered in a store
And it let me walk out the front door
At the scene of the crime

Hang 'em high, keep your thoughts breached
Let 'em swing, make 'em swing till it hurts
And if you still believe that men guilty of love can't survive
Then hang 'em high or not at all

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh you know it gets hard
It just gets so hard going limp in your arms

I'm approaching a smoking gun
There's no chance of me walking out of here alive
This is all very literal
I can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time

We're liberated by the hearts that are prisoners
We're taken hostage by the ones that we break
Throw the book, throw the book
Throw the book, throw the book

You had me strung up by the tail
And you put me back

Hang 'em high, keep your thoughts breached
Let 'em swing, make 'em swing till it hurts
And if you still believe that men guilty of love can't survive
Then hang 'em high or not at all

Where did you get the privilege to pardon me?

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Always True To You In My Fashion - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: Always True To You In My Fashion
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
If a custom tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet
When the vet begins to pet, I cry, "Hooray!"

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I may

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

There's an oil man known as Tex
Who is keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear, means that Tex is here to stay

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

From Ohio, Mister Thorn
Calls me up from night till morn
Mister Thorn once cornered corn and that ain't hay

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

From Milwaukee, Mister Fritz
Often dines me at the Ritz
Mister Fritz invented Schlitz and Schlitz must pay

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

Mister Harris Plutocrat
Wants to give my cheek a pat
If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, pay, pay

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

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The Game Belongs To Me - Lyrics - Underground Kingz

Title: The Game Belongs To Me
Artist: Underground Kingz
Composer(s): Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Avery Harris, Wesley Harris, Joseph Johnson

Lyric:
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just can't leave my meat alone

It's been a long time since I busted on a glock
But every corner that I hit, I left it screwed up and chopped
Marooned up and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop

I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
But now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on
Lay down the competition, take their cash crops and get my push on
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key
All because we cornered the market on that Texas tee

And we don't bar no plexes, we way bigger than other men though
The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo
We 'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though

When it's ten fo', good, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy
We block bleeders , leavin' your neighborhoods good and bloody
We grippin' that woodler, bud it, sit back and scope it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Uh, I done smashed up my flyin' spurt, it wasn't shit
I just parked it in the grass and brought some brand new shit
A Phantom Rolls Royce, 24's with the bump
I ain't trippin' about the seat, I got them woofers in my trunk

Cut in my swisher, codeine on my whiskers
Fuckin' with that Smoke D, Bundy and that Vicious
UGK Records, it's an institution
Know a lot of niggaz livin' off of prostitution

Pimpin' ain't dead, it just moved to the web
Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta give no tricks no head
Ain't got to give no tricks, no pussy, just cameras and screams
Easiest money you can get, it's the American Dream bitch

Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with a whippin' in the kitchen
Yayo like Dontrelle Willis, we the trillest on the mound
I'm holdin' that whole South down, I know you feel us

We the realest walkin' the planet
Can't stand it, pass away, wanna fight us
Start to swingin', wanna kill us, blast away, wanna stab us
Get to stickin but make sure you cut us deep
'Cause I betcha we comin' back a couple hundred brothers deep

Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood
Don't matter, we represented, cross us? We gon' get you good
Them Down South veterans, ain't nobody better than
Gonna tell your next of kin or your brethren, let us in cousin

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

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Silver Medals And Sweet Memories - Lyrics - The Statler Brothers

Title: Silver Medals And Sweet Memories
Artist: The Statler Brothers
Composer(s): Don Reid

Lyric:
Just a picture on a table
Just some letters Mama saved
And a costume brooch from England
On the back it has engraved
'To Eileen, I love you, London, 1943'
And she never heard from him again
And he never heard of me

And the war still ain't over for Mama
Every night in her dreams she still sees
The young face of someone who left her
Silver medals and sweet memories

In Mama's bedroom closet
To this day on her top shelf
There's a flag folded 3-cornered layin' all by itself
And the sergeant would surely be honored
To know how pretty she still is
And that after all these lonely years
His Eileen's still his

And the war still ain't over for Mama
Every night in her dreams she still sees
The young face of someone who left her
Silver medals and sweet memories
Silver medals and sweet memories

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Suspended - Lyrics - Beneath These Fireworks - Matt Nathanson

Title: Suspended
Album: Beneath These Fireworks
Artist: Matt Nathanson
Composer(s): Eric Bazilian, Mark Weinberg, Matt Nathanson

Lyric:
When you lead me and fit around my tongue
It's so easy, to forget that I'm lost
Spent all of my life waiting for answers
To lift me, to numb me, to define it all

Sunshine
I'm beginning to like this

'Cause all I want to be is the minute that you hold me in
When you pretend that I'm all that you waited for
Time slips to nothing and I'm better than I've ever been
Yeah I'm suspended

With your breathing, filling up my lungs
I can almost believe that I'm almost enough
I spent all of my life emptied of anthems
Bracing for something that never did come

Sunshine
I'm beginning to like this
Sunshine
I'm beginning to like it

'Cause all I want to be is the minute that you hold me in
When you pretend that I'm all that you waited for
And time slips to nothing and I'm better than I've ever been
Yeah I'm suspended

It's not enough to stay surrounded
It's not enough to stay awake, torn and braced, cornered
And not feel alive

Sunshine
I'm beginning to like this
Sunshine
I'm beginning to like it

'Cause all I want to be is the minute that you hold me in
When you pretend that I'm all that you waited for
And time slips to nothing and I'm better than I've ever been
Yeah I'm suspended
Yeah I'm suspended
I'm suspended

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Say What You Say - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: Say What You Say
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Ronald Feemster, Andre Young

Lyric:
So I'm out the game huh?
Huh? Yo Dre, we ridin'
Whatever
Haha! Well I'm witcha homies
Okay, let's handle the small shit

I was born to brew up storms and stir up shit
Kick up dust, 'cos 'til I slur up spit
Grew up too quick went through too much do too much shit
Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch!
Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Butters worth
Dre told me to milk the shit for what it's worth
'Til the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to earth
And if I fumble the verse, keep goin'

First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
No punches pulled no punches that's weak shit
Fake shit, if I ever take shit I'll eat shit
Wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit

Creep wit me, as we take a lil' trip down memory lane
Been here longer than anyone in the game
And I ain't got to lie about my age
(But what about Jermaine?)
Fuck Jermaine!
He don't belong speakin' mine or Timbaland's name
And don't think, I don't read
Your lil' interviews, and see what you're sayin'
I'm a giant, and I ain't gotta move 'til I'm provoked
When I see you I'ma step on you and not even know it

You midget, Mini-me with a bunch of little Mini-yous
Runnin' around your backyard swimmin' pools
Over 80 million records sold
And I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven year olds

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this
Amateurs drink veteran piss
From a Dixie Cup, if you ever mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a duori
We'll rub it in, every club you're in will have you
Blackballed and make sure you never rap a-fuckin' gain
Dre ain't havin' it, long as I'm here to play Devil's Advocate

If there was some magic shit
I could wave over the industry that could save it when I'm gone
And buried to make sure the tradition carries on, I would
If I could only use this power for good
I wouldn't, not even if I could
From the hood and I'm a hornet
And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered

And I'ma only sucka punch and swing without warning
And swing to knock somebody's fuckin' head off
'Cause I know if they get up I won't get a chance to let off
Another punch I'm punk rock, no one's punk
Don't give a fuck! White 'Pac, so much spunk
When I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mill'
And grow up, to be Atilla, go nuts and be a pillar

And I'm, somethin' of a phenom'
One puff of the chron', I'm unstoppable
I'm alive and on top again
There's no obstacle that I can't conquer
So come along with us
(Come on!)

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

Now anybody who knows Dre
Knows I'm about fast cars and Aliza, partyin' all day
But I handle my business 'cause it's work before play
Don't look for trouble but I'll serve you gourmet
However you want it, you can have it your way
You fuck my night up I'ma fuck up your day
Bullet with your name, sendin' it your way
That goes for anyone who walks through that doorway

'Cause this is my space, you invade it, live to regret it
And you die tryin' to violate it
Fuck around, get annihilated, eyes dilated
Heh, like my old lady
'Cause what you say is what you say, sometimes what you mean
Is two different things, dependin' on your mood if it swings
Think too many things
Little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything
Catch a contact then I'm gone and I'm back
I speed right and my loose leaf's my launchpad

And I can pull any string
Don't have to prove anything, catch a contract on your head
You headed West, talk shit about Dre?
You better get a vest, and invest
In somethin' to protect your head and neck

And it's back and forth all day like Red and Meth
I joke when I say I'm best
In the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest
And if I ever do live to be a legend
I'ma die a sudden death
Five mics in the source? Ain't holdin' my fuckin' breath
But I'll suffocate for the respect
'Fore I'll breathe to collect a fuckin' check

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

Watch your fuckin' mouth
Yo this Timbaland, tell them I said suck my dick!

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Gun - Lyrics - John Cale

Title: Gun
Artist: John Cale
Composer(s): John Cale

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Lyric:
Me and my partner we work on the run
The quick try to get quicker and the creepers get hung
Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job
One lost his liquor and the other lost his hand

Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink
But nothin' saw nothin', just smell the stink
Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one
Four forgotten and the rest just won't come

When you've begun to think like a gun
The rest of the year has already gone
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone

(Well)
Blood on the windows and blood on the walls
Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls
And the papers keep downing on everything I burned
And the people getting restless but they'll never learn

I picked up a doctor, he's good with a knife
Says anesthetic's a waste of his time
Works in a hurry but always worthwhile
Knows they won't be back for a long long time

Top of the staircase was ready to fall
We were still waiting downstairs in the hall
Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire
Or go for your neck with the chicken wire

When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone
Once you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have already gone

Mother of plenty, mother of none
You've got me cornered and still on the run
I don't care nothing about you anyway
Stuck in this hole I'm on my way

Yeah, when you've begun to live like a gun
The days of the year have already gone
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone

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Thug Luv - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Thug Luv
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Tupac Shakur, Tony Cowan, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
Nigga we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it?

I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch made niggas
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is

Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

Well I must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly

Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all

I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war

Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause
And I fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga
Wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps

Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland

Ha ha ha what's poppin' nigga? Put your motherfucking
Hand on your strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or be like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to Father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life

Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse

My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now

Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me

Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the number 1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt

Fuckin' round with the band Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya

So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin' on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt
It's the Art Of War putting niggas on the floor

When I'm comin' through the door
Bringin' nothin' but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
Trying to put a twist in this thugsta era

Paired up with a nigga like Pac
And a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry

So I beg the Lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century

Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing
Through then hit the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga

Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin' with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'Fore the po-po even know what you lookin' for

They don't know a motherfucker with a Leatherface hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah

A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
So get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised

Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride?
Playa hating niggas you gots to die
It's over wit Bone better leave it alone
Mo Thug I'm cracking' fuckin' domes

Still in the hood where the thugs play
Fuckin' wit nothin' but thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses
We crackin' them domes around my way

Give it to 'em on another level nigga
Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg
But still gone bleed bloody red

Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
'Cause we out ridin' looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared

Put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

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