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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Crack Attack - Lyrics - Grace Jones

Title: Crack Attack
Artist: Grace Jones
Composer(s): Christopher Stanley, Grace Jones

Lyric:
You stand there, stutter, brains like butter
You dissed your father, sister, your mother
Times have tried too hard to your answer
To give up instead of live up to the stance of a man
Understand that I'm a right hand

Five out of five will die, from crack
And on my left the birth the same and the same birth
The kid once did and now his death
Is echoed around the world for all to hear
So let's have a merry New Year
Yo Grace, school 'em

They're lost now, taken over, crack attack
They're lost now, taken over, crack attack

There's a little boy who lives down the way
I heard he's crazy from crack in his brain
He's lost now, he's taken over, crack attack
Lost now and taken over, crack attack
Don't do it, cheap high, say no

Though I wonder who is to blame
All this epidemic, driving me insane, all of it
I see the kids dying in the streets
Whoever makes one, they're gonna lose his way

Lost know, taken over, crack attack
They're lost now, taken over, crack attack

Stuck in the middle and don't know where to go
They've got so now, they're living for the blow
They get it, babe, doing it for the thrill
It's so insane, such danger for a thrill

Lost now, they're taken over, crack attack
Don't do it, cheap high, break the tie

You can turn it over, you can take control
You want your mind, your body and soul
Don't you let crack put you in a hole
You've done without and you can do it now

Said crack attack, crack attack, crack attack
Don't do it, say no, give it up
Lost, you're lost now, lost now
Taken over, crack attack, crack attack
Taken over, crack attack, crack attack
Lost now, give it up, give it up, it's taken over

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Under Attack - Lyrics - The Definitive Collection - Abba

Title: Under Attack
Album: The Definitive Collection
Artist: Abba
Composer(s): Benny Andersson, Bjoern Ulvaeus

Lyric:
Don't know how to take it, don't know where to go
My resistance's running low
And everyday the hold is getting tighter and it troubles me so
You know that I'm nobody's fool

I'm nobody's fool and yet it's clear to me
I don't have a strategy
It's just like taking candy from a baby
And I think I must be

Under attack, I'm being taken
About to crack, defenses breaking
Won't somebody see and save a heart?
Come and rescue me now 'cause I'm falling apart

Under attack, I'm taking cover
He saw my track, my chasing lover
Thinking nothing's gonna stop him now
Should I want to, I'm not sure, I won't know how

Now this is getting crazy, I should tell him so
Really let my anger show
'Cause waiting at the answer to his questions is a definite blow
I'm kind of certain that's the truth

Guess I'm kind of flattered but I'm scared as well
Something like a magic spell
I hardly dare to think of what could happen
Where I'd be if I fell

Under attack, I'm being taken
About to crack, defenses breaking
Won't somebody see and save a heart?
Come and rescue me now 'cause I'm falling apart

Under attack, I'm taking cover
He saw my track, my chasing lover
Thinking nothing's gonna stop him now
Should I want to, I'm not sure, I won't know how

Under attack, I'm being taken
About to crack, defenses breaking
Won't somebody see and save a heart?
Come and rescue me now 'cause I'm falling apart

Under attack, I'm taking cover
He saw my track, my chasing lover
Thinking nothing's gonna stop him now
Should I want to, I'm not sure, I won't know how

Under attack, I'm being taken
About to crack, defenses breaking
Won't somebody see and save a heart?
Come and rescue me now 'cause I'm falling apart

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Chemical Euphoria - Lyrics - Saints Will Conquer (Live) - Armored Saint

Title: Chemical Euphoria
Album: Saints Will Conquer (Live)
Artist: Armored Saint
Composer(s): J Bush, D Prichard, G Sandoval, J Vera

Lyric:
Mirror, mirror is on the shelf
Found another way to ruin and waste my health
Took to the flame put the blade away
Just cut my lifeline quickly in half today

Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria won't get off my back
Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria speeds my heart attack

When it rains, it pours and man, I'd say
"Looks like it's time to build an arc today
Absorb me to a pleasant void somewhere temptation
Can't link it's hand to destroy"

Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria won't get off my back
Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria speeds my heart attack

The heart attack
Addicted and there's no release
Addicted won't you help me please
Oh, how the road bends off the deep end

Mirror, mirror is on the shelf
Can't find satisfaction 'til I help myself
Took to the flame put the blade away
Here come the lookout, what a price to pay?

Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria won't get off my back
Chemical euphoria, I'm about to crack
Mass hysteria speedin' up the heart attack
Chemical euphoria, chemical euphoria, chemical euphoria

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

The Crack Attack - Lyrics - Don Cartagena - Fat Joe

Title: The Crack Attack
Album: Don Cartagena
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): L Lewis, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Yeah, uh, I bet you thought I left you hangin'
Yeah yeah, yeah, I bet you thought I left you hangin'
Terror Squad again, long overdue baby
I I I bet you thought I left you hangin
Don Cartagena, bring you the best in hardcore hip-hop
J-J-Joe Crack returns bangin'

Yea, uh, yo it's the Don of rap, sippin' cognac, hit you on the back
With the Mac slip you into cardiac
It's the art of rap at the illest form
From a killer's point of view, who thrives off the area jealous ones

You could tell it's on from my introduction
Hibernate the junction with killin' somethin' when you was barely dumpin'
You ain't even nuttin' to worry about
I flurried your mouth, with about thirty right in front of your house

Then I'm hurryin' out in the expedition, professional hit men
The vestibule shit from the credible disses
Federals is listenin' to my conversations, tapin' all the songs I'm makin'
Shakin' down every ounce of my congregation

John Blazin', raisin' the stakes, changin' your fate
Tied up in my basement with a gauge in your face
Make no mistake, that's how I do my thing
Blow out a lot of brains, I'm sayin', it's not a game

Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Uh, uh, yeah, Joe Crack takin' a L and make
Tone roll over in his grave, never that
T.S. got his dreams and discourage the brave, remember that
I been bustin' guns since the infamous days of leather hats
Varsity sweaters with big letters black

Pushin' the illest whips down fifty-fifth
Where killers riff, without havin' to split Phillies and sniff
And Willies who shift jobs from Chili willin' to leave you stiff
Fulfillin' my biggest wish, in this illegal shit

Quarter Maris stay slugger with karats, never offered marriage
When my corpse is carried my moms'll get all my cabbage
Terror Squad is savage, draped in the finest of fabrics
Floss like it's a habit, eight shot up in my Louis baggage

You knew we knew we had you, lay half your crew in gravel
Caught you slippin' with your Boo and started shootin' at you
Out of captivity, left Relativity
Now we on the Bigger Beat, Terror Squad trilogy, what?

Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Drug Dealer - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Drug Dealer
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Shirley Sylvers, Paul E Huston

Lyric:
Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Drug dealer, understand historical fact
Every race got ahead from sellin drugs except Black
We are under attack, here comes another cold fact
In the 30's and 40's a drug dealer wasn't black
They were Jewish, Italian, Irish, Polish, etc. etc
Now in 90 their live's a lot better
They'll sell you a sweater, a pair of pants cold hearted
But first sellin drugs and killin people is how they started
Drug dealer, black and Hispanic, stop killin one another
Cause in the ghetto we're all brothers
Organized economically, understand the psychology
America is the drug monopoly
They own the block and kill your brother for
Therefore, we got the same enemy - what's more, I go on tour
But who do you think picks up the bill?
A hard workin fireman? Chill

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Eighty percent of American business is created illegally
This is a fact I don't ask you to believe in me
If you're really in the drug game to win it
Eventually you're gonna get shot, open a clinic
Again, if you're really in the drug game to win it
Invest in a prison, therefore you can be put in it
Everyone else did it now they chillin
Above the law, while your under the law still killin
One another, wake up my Hispanic brother, my African brother
America's not your mother
Or your father, so don't bother with right or wrong
Just check out the logic in the song
Organize, realize, become unhypnotized
To the lies that your livin for the get high
See many people have forgotten the fact
That America was never ever built for Black
So when some people are gonna run and buy crack
Take the money and put it back into Black
It's only logic, see KRS-One will rock it
With knowledge, education for the people I'll never stop it
Organize and legitimize your business
Remember, everybody else did this

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Find Out - Lyrics - Don Cartagena - Fat Joe

Title: Find Out
Album: Don Cartagena
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): M Williams, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Yeah yeah
Do you Don Cartagena solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop
As your lawfully wedded wife through sickness and health
'Til death do you part?
I do
Aight then, you now may spit on the bride

I bet you thought I left you hangin', Joe Crack returns bangin'
With somethin' brand spankin', what the fuck was y'all thinkin'?
Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders
Terror Squad so much they be cats with dark caesars

Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards and Visa's
Givin' nonbelievers ways to fly with Jesus
Here's my thesis, enterprise break the block to pieces
Hustler and hard pool shark like Jack Gleason

The only reason I came back was for the platinum
With raps, ten times more deadly than saccharin
MC's be actin', I think somebody needs to slap 'em
Run up on 'em attack 'em, and ask 'em what's his passion

My love is rockin' shows at the highest extremity
This star from Trinity got your mom sayin' she's feelin' me
Who's dealin' ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, [Incomprehensible]
Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Yo fuck movin' mountains, I move planets and you be Earthless
Terror Squad the worst that hurt shit, split you to verses
Joey Crack the world in half, Punisher punish 'em
'Til they lose the hopes and dreams
They had then Armageddon finish 'em

Yo I'm bout as braze as Satan, no exaggeratin'
My crew is radiatin', shinin' while you playa-hation
Cartagena hit 'em like the Red Army invasion
Operation lace 'em show 'em what they facin', what?

I've been down since the days of Flash
When it was fun and laughs, before hip-hop was based on cash
Let's blaze a sack and concentrate on coke inflation
You know the biggest asses in United Nations

Fuck the Federation, general population is hibernatin'
But bear witness to information that'll rock this nation
I'm not God, but indeed, my mind's relatin'
Better act now, before your life is wasted 'cause time is racin'

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Let me find out
Yeah, now do you hip-hop
Take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife

Joey Crack, A.K.A. Kaiser Soze
Heads beware, there's mad fear in the air
Joey Crack, A.K.A. Kaiser Soze
Knuckleheads beware, knuckleheads beware
Joey Crack, A.K.A. Kaiser Soze
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Where I'M From - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Where I'M From
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): A Thelusme, P Bernard, W Gibbs, W E Weston, Grav

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Lyric:
Uh huh yeah, look here
Okay black kingdom stand up
My name Grafh y'all my nigga Lil' Flip
My nigga Gravy it's all gravy nigga

Watch this, uh uh let me show you
What it's where I'm from
Ya hear me, it's like this
Listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said

Now where I'm from we got fiends that'll kill ya for that crack to serve
They keep it under they skin until it snap they nerves
They clap them burners that go rat, ya heard
Now every bullet gotta name-and every cap is deserved

The odyssey ain't gotta be my team
We tryna be the last of a dyin' grave, we blast if you tryna play
Then spell it out for ya ass if you tryna read
You fall like the spot behind ya knees

You get suffocated when you tryin' to breathe
I dare you to try to sneeze lil' nigga, please lil' nigga
My snipers squeeze I gotta connect this dianese
Tryna keep dope and his rice and beans

I'm tryna show you what it's like in Queens ya heard me
I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky
I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds
Motherfucker I'm a hustler

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day
And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga

I'll pistol whip a nigga in front of his click
Don't play with my money, you son of a bitch
I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to mine
So I put in extra work in the summertime

'Cause ain't nobody in the world gon' give you shit
And don't nobody in yo' hood wanna see you rich
So fuck that I'm all about goin' and get it
And if anybody in the way they gonna get it

I'm a G, I was raised by killers and thug niggaz
That'll suffocate you and leave you in a tub nigga
Hub niggaz for kilo's and take they work
Play with me and they gon' have yo face on a shirt

I don't play, won't play, I never did
I fucked up, I could've been a better kid
But now it's too late to turn back
Stripes on my shirt I earned that

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day
And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Yo where I'm from we do or die for that money ain't nothin' funny
Niggaz is bummy, and hungry strugglin', hustlin'
Don't mean shit where they sleep at tryna get off they G-pack
I'm from the [Incomprehensible] haters ain't never stop me yet

I made a couple of mistakes but ain't nothing I don't regret
It's 5.00 dollar a pop in the hood for some cigarettes
Where I'm from niggaz'll pop up where you rest
Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest

Where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest
Where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
Where I'm from we aim shoot at ya neck, where I'm from

Where I'm from I run with a pack
Of killers and ex con's that'll run in ya drought
Them three bricks right there they come with them rats
And if the cops hit the spot, I'll have 'em runnin' in laps

I'm the same young nigga pumpin' that crack
I'm the same young nigga dumpin' the gat
I'm the same young nigga that'll jump out the 'Lac
Hit you with the mac and watch that shit jump out ya back

Throw the gun in the back, plus the bump, and the mac
Motorize stash box for that
So know you know we don't keep 'em under the mat
Fuckin' with the Clover nigga have you under attack

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
And where I'm from niggaz be buckin' they mac all day
And where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
Niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

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Monday, August 16, 2010

The Raptism - Lyrics - The Sneak Attack - Krs One

Title: The Raptism
Album: The Sneak Attack
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Omar Preece

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Lyric:
So gather round now for the raptism
'Cause if the dogs don't get 'em
The cattle get 'em or the gat'll get 'em
Or the crack'll get 'em

Time for spiritual activism
Life is a journey
And Kris got the map with him
Teach Latinos and blacks with 'em

It's amazing when Whites
And Asians kick raps with 'em
'Cause out of a thousand MC's
Believe I taught half of 'em

Knowledge Reigns Supreme
I beam through many images
My origin is a mystery
Like capstones on pyramids

We live it kid, challenge
The teacher you will regret that
I'm giving careers and taking careers away
Did you forget that?

Better check that you can rock
This track and the next track
But when I correct the spirit hit
You'll always be set back

So gather round now for the raptism
Only those that got hip-hop in 'em
And not rap in 'em and no crack with 'em
Step up now and receive a holy dose

From a holy host and take a break
From these rappers that only boast

Wake up to make up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wake up to make up
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Wake up to make up
Yo, yeah, yo

My intellectual battle
Will make your brains rattle
I'll unwrap you and your crew
From the same shackle

I'm on many different planes like a airport
Psychologically you be rethinkin'
Your identity and cuttin' ya hair short

Now there's a thought
That exposes your insecurity
You put no fear in me
I break the M from the C

And reverse it to say, "See 'em? See 'em?"
They allow the devil to lead 'em
And they be givin' up they freedom
So, huh, gather round for the raptism

Wake up
When the spirit hear it the lyric long before the track get 'em
Wake up
I spit 'em out, gotta get 'em out, the world I never been about

I see them glitter but their spirit's goin' in and out
We see them fading, we also see them hating
We also see those living for musical chart ratings
Hear what I'm stating or trading for what you're paying

Replace fear with faith and you'll stop decaying
Gather round for the raptism
(Word)
Gather round for the raptism
(Word, word)

Wake up, wake up, wake up
Gather round for the raptism
Make up, make up, make up
'Cause if the dogs don't get 'em

The cattle get 'em or the gat'll get 'em
Or the crack'll get 'em
Yo, yo, gather round for the raptism
Wake up, word, word
Wake up, word

Wake up, the dogs don't get 'em
The cattle get 'em, or the crack'll get 'em
Or the gat'll get 'em
Wake up, everyday, when you wake up

You got a chance to make up
Remember you are not just doing hip-hop
You are hip-hop
Wake up to make up, wake up to make up

Twice a year, hip-hoppers come together
To celebrate the unity of hip-hop
We come together, during Hip-Hop Appreciation Week
Wake up to make up

Which is every third week in May
Wake up to make up
Then, we come together in November
To celebrate Hip-Hop History Month
I will see you there, peace

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Big Jack - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: The Big Jack
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): G Green, John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
I know you and you know me
We met many years ago
In the halls of some ivy covered university
Where we both used to go

Now we stand outside the Denmark Hotel
Japanese men in their business suits
It's midnight, you're talking to some Frenchman
About who does what to you know who

You want the Big Jack
You want the sky to crack
You want something that's going to give you
The Big Jack

You want the Big Jack
Hell, we all want that
You want something that's going to give you
The Big Jack

You say you want to go somewhere
Where your ideals were much more than luxuries
And just like some great old painting
You set there so smug with your hands between your knees

You want the Big Jack
You want the sky to crack
You want something that's going to give you
The Big Jack

You want the Big Jack
Hell, we all want that
You want something that's going to give you a
Heart attack

So go back down to that Mississippi town
Where you come from, have a big time tonight
I can still see you in your father's coat
On the delta shore that he once owned
I wanna be your father's coat, I want you girl to marry me

I want the Big Jack
I want the sky to crack
I want something that's going to give me
The Big Jack

I want the Big Jack
Hell, we all want that
I want something that's going to give me a
Heart attack

I want the Big Jack
Yeah, we all want that
We want something that's going to give us
The Big Jack

I want the Big Jack
I want the sky to crack
I want something that's going to give me
The Big Jack

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Ballroom Blitz - Lyrics - Misfits

Title: Ballroom Blitz
Artist: Misfits
Composer(s): Michael Chapman, Nicky Chinn

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Lyric:
Are you ready, Steve? Aha
Andy? Yeah, Mick? Okay
Alright, fellas, let's go

Oh, it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me, aha
Oh, my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see

Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one

Oh yeah, it was like lightning
Everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing
And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the man at the back said
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz

And the girl in the corner said
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

I'm reaching out for something
Touching nothing's all I ever do
Oh, I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you, aha

Now the man in the back
Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is everyone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye

Oh yeah, it was electric
So frightfully hectic
And the band started leaving
'Cause they all stopped breathing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the man at the back said
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz

And the girl in the corner said
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

Oh yeah, it was like lightning
Everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing
And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the man at the back said
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz

And the girl in the corner said
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

It's, it's a ballroom blitz
It's, it's a ballroom blitz
It's, it's a ballroom blitz
Yeah, it's a ballroom blitz

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Egg Man - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Egg Man
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Michael S Simpson

Lyric:
Ahh yeah
I looked out the window and seen his bald head
Ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg
Scoped him with my scopes he had no hair
Launched that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
Loaded up the slingshot and let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
Put him in check correct with my egg gun
The egg a symbol of life
Go inside your house and bust out your wife
I pulled out the jammy he thought it was a joke
The trigger I pulled his face the yoke
Reached in his pocket took all his cash
Left my man standing with an egg moustache
Suckers they come a dime a dozen
When I say dozen you know what I'm talking about boy

Yea that's right I'm the Egg Man Driving around
King of the town "Yea"
Always got my windows rolled down
Ready to throw
You know I'm the Egg Man

Once upon a time
You know I'm the Egg Man

Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg
He was playing the wall then he broke his leg
Tossed it out the window three minutes hot
Hit the Rastaman he said "bloodclot"
Which came first the chicken or the egg
I egged the chicken and then I ate his leg
Riding the trains in between cars
When I pull out the station "you're gonna get yours"
Drive by eggings plaguing L.A
"Yo they just got my little cousin ese"
Sometimes hard boiled sometimes runny Ray
Comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy
People laugh, it's no joke
My name's Yauch and I'm throwing the yoke
"Now they got me in a cell" but I don't care
It was then that I caught catching people out there

Up on the roof In my car up all night
I'm going through science like Dolemite
The Mack Who
I'm the Egg Man, taxi driver
I'm the Egg Man
"Egg Man, Egg Man "

We all dressed in black we snuck up around the back
We began to attack the eggs did crack on Haze's back
Sam I am down with the program
Green eggs and ham Yosemite Sam
Come Halloween you know I come strapped
I throw it at a sucker K-pap
You made the mistake and judge a man by his race
You go through life with egg on your face
Woke up in the morning peculiar feeling
Looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling
Families punk rocks the businessman
I'll dog anybody with an egg in my hand
Not like the crack that you put in a pipe
But crack on your forehead here's a towel now wipe

"Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man
Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man
Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man Egg Man "
Egg Man

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Stop, Chill - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Stop, Chill
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Dwight Grant, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
New shit
Wsup
Wsup
Wsup

Stop, chill, relax, and let this nigga sigel flow
I know you can't believe the flow, you can't cope I flow dope
Like a key ya blow
You like naw, beans, same nigga from 21st and sigel street
When it's beef people let them desert eagle speak
So whoever, wherever I don't care where we meet
Stop, chill, don't talk shit sideways outta your mouth
I will slap spit sideways outta your mouth
Bitch niggas talk indirect it don't matter
When you got snitch niggas right in your set

That's why I know where you niggas sling coke and pumped at
Same spot that you liable to see me at
Gun and a mask one in the stash where the seed at
Stop, all my young bucks huggin' the block
Stop puttin' drugs in your sock
You makin' it easy for the cops to catch you
They hooked to that stash and that trash and that bag of pretzels
You gotta hustle smarter than that
Cop coke harder than that, keep your dough apart from your crack
Keep a stash in the dark for the trap
Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack

Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real

Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real

It's still vex in the game tryin' na earn respect
I got the best of out and y'all ain't heard shit yet
You can shuffle up the cards I'ma learn the deck
When I do the game is mine, man I'm aimin' high
Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin' none
Every two hammers I cock I'm buryin' one
I'ma dress in all stash this year, whenever I'm near
From the first junior, to Madison Square
Stop, chill, 'cuz I know y'all niggas like Mac fuckin' that track
Let me show you somethin' dog it ain't nothin' for Mac

It come all natural like I'm bustin' my gat
Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin' the crack
Got ice in a pot, fluffin' the crack
Takin' backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs
Doin' life on the roc ain't nothin' fuckin' with that
Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground
Where I'm from all my niggas they from under the ground
You can hear us when we come it's a thunderous sound
Trees, stompin', roc jeans and a bunch of white T troopers
Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you
Philly cats no rack, big guns and sumas

Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real

Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin' to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin' it street
Keepin' they steel, all my niggas keepin' it real

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Shorty (Put It On The Floor) - Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Title: Shorty (Put It On The Floor)
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Nick Cannon, Joseph Cartagena, Trevor Smith, Howard Baily, Justin Smith

Lyric:
New York, put it on the floor
New York, put it on the floor
(What, c'mon)
Cali, put it on the floor
Cali, put it on the floor
(Love don't cost a thing)

Miami, put it on the floor
Miami, put it on the floor
Atlanta, put it on the floor
Atlanta, put it on the floor
(Just blaze)

Yo, watch how the women start sniffin' around
When we be rippin' it down, we got 'em stickin' around
The way they love the kid like I'm the king of the town
The way my money stack stupid, got 'em flippin' around
And got 'em diggin' the sound

I know you look finger lickin'
and baby girl, I only use my dough for trickin' or chicken
Listen, cooked food shorty fatten my tummy
You can go in and out my slacks, don't touch my money

Even though you lookin' good and it was nice to meet ya
You be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me
(C'mon)
Before you ever try to touch my money clip
I'll put you on the corner walkin' up and down the money strip
(Now look it here)

Honey dip, better find another dummy quick
Homie tryna stunt, better jump inside a money whip
(Go on)
And see what you can get, and keep it over there
You better try your luck
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' over here

I think you need to move it to the left
(Shorty)
Move it to the left
(Shorty)
If you ain't got your own paper
I don't suggest you hold your breath
(Shorty)

Keep it right
(Shorty)
You better keep it tight
(Shorty)
You better bring money out ya crib
'Cause you ain't gettin' none of mine tonight
(Shorty)

Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede
I keep a stack of that, plus some Hennessey
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies
But trip and it's like that, 'cause I've been a G

Look at the way these women tend to grin at me
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy
I'm the young Donald Trump, is y'all hearin' me?

Girls on the sideline, yeah, they cheerin' me
Ask her, "Can she drive a stick?", Now she steerin' me
Man, I'm sick, no it ain't no curin' me
C to the H to the I N G Y

[Unverified]

Yeah, uh, yo, uh
Put that ass up on the floor
Make it clap when you seen cats pass through the door
(Uh)
I ain't tryna act gas at all
Chicks attack like he's, Joe Crack, the boss
Played it back, 'cause I be so paranoid

I got a wife, but baby please don't back it off
(Uh)
She understood that said, "What's good, crack?"
Got me screamin', "Where the hood, where the hood rat"
Mami I ain't gotta pop the piston
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss 'em

So I, cut the chase, took her out the place
Put her in a bed, put smile on her face
(Uh)
She don't know, Joe Crack, the don
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad
All I keep is 100 G's, limit credit cards
Could you believe we could spend it all
Talk to 'em, c'mon

New York, put it on the floor
New York, put it on the floor
Jersey, put it on the floor
Jersey, put it on the floor

V.A., put it on the floor
V.A., put it on the floor
Chi-town, put it on the floor
Chi-town, put it on the floor

Just work shorty, you gon' work for this little bit of change
Side order of pimpin', little bit of game
What ya know gon' hurt, just a little bit of pain
When I rip your skirt from your little bitty frame

Whole lot trickin', whole lotta cash
Shorty on Nick with a whole lot of ass
Fly guy, Antonio Vargas
Carrera Porsche's we ain't even parkin'

Valet, alligator Air Forces
Waves in my head have them chicks gettin' nauseous
Let 'em cause the fame, my dough, your world
So shake it like a na-na-nasty girl

I think you need to move it to the left
(Shorty)
Move it to the left
(Shorty)
If you ain't got your own paper
I don't suggest you hold your breath
(Shorty)

Keep it right
(Shorty)
You better keep it tight
(Shorty)
You better bring money out ya crib
'Cause you ain't gettin' none of mine tonight
(Shorty)

I think you need to move it to the left
(Shorty)
Move it to the left
(Shorty)
If you ain't got your own paper
I don't suggest you hold your breath
(Shorty)

Keep it right
(Shorty)
You better keep it tight
(Shorty)
You better bring money out ya crib
'Cause you ain't gettin' none of mine tonight
(Shorty)

BK, put it on the floor
BK, put it on the floor
(Flipmode)
BX, put it on the floor
BX, put it on the floor
(TS)

St. Louis, put it on the floor
St. Louis, put it on the floor
(DTP)
Philly, put it on the floor
Philly, put it on the floor
(No doubt)

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

N-Noreaga - Iraq (See The World) - Lyrics - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Iraq (See The World)
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Percy Chapman, Victor Santiago, Kyron Sumpter, Kiam Holley

Lyric:
Yo, word up, I'm 'bout to rep my motherfuckin' hood
This is my hood, nigga

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

It's cream on my land, original man
My team break border and court order
ESP network, TNT explosive expert
Your head jerk, backflip, illegal life shit

Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy
Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
New assembly, new identity, remember me
Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy

Martin Remy, Jack D to, to allizy
Yo, to Motif, Dom P, personal henny
Have me hurt many, actions, coke infractions
Immanuel and Fidel, our money well
Help the crack sell, stack bail, then we map trail
Get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat

The streets got me thinkin' 'bout my man's passin'
Stashin', the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen
The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin'
Security be on my back for wrong reason

I'm livin', what I'm sayin' on the block all day
Before I wasn't sure but now I know it's the way
Like, if I get caught I'ma pay illegal life, livin' trife, what can I say
Gettin' bent, million dollar dream, Hennessee and Moet

While I'm chillin' with my man on the wooden set
Front, I strike accurate you get wet
Whatever choice you select handle appropriately
Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake

Lefrak shine, just wait
I need half outta that cake of regulate
Taken while you scheme and contemplate
Only results in the 360 action
But if it come back, then I'm pumpin' double action

Blastin', tearin' niggaz physicals in try and contend
You gets no days with no wins
My clientele excel is like the devil's spell
Drove me to the streets young so now I know it well

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

Yo, son, I'm packin' steel, where ya hard hat
You pull out you bust that
Your gat useless, where ya heart at?
It fingers the trigger, change ya name to fake nigga

Beef with every nigga, watch ya back
Of course you get clapped, you didn't bust gat
Splendid nigga, dirty rat
For my Iraq attack, bust you with mega gat

Once a cool cat, smokin' dagger, put it in my back
Why you did it like that, now my skin bubble fat
Go to sleep, I wake you up

What? What? What? What?
In ya crib, tie you up
What? What? What? What?
Hot oil on ya gut
Get bucked, get bucked
Iraq element don't give a fuck

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

We on a mission, not a small time thing
I'm addicted to the cash like
The crack head is a fiend to the crack
But I ain't into doin' no drugs, I'm just pushin' hits
And stackin' chips like I'm stackin' bricks for a buildin'

'Cause we be buildin' this empire fortress
Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators
Regulators, manipulate
Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait

Watch you deflate like air balloon
Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon
Like stormy weather, your fatigue [unverified]
'Cause we bust bullets, thinkin' much more clever

Eatin' through your gear like acid rain, feeling pain
Livin' like a snake in the grass, you won't gain
Simple and plain, my team play the game so we can win
We want it all so we can breathe like the wind

Bustin' 360, cherry red 850
He blitz devilish, get cursed for fuckin' with me
Eyebrows thick, resemble
(Some Arabian guy)
Arabian mind with source to fire arm
Caesar, waves bangin', brown wallibies

Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars
Queens escobars wear jewels like scars
You heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it
Yo, the main vic, plottin' on you since 86

Now it's 96, you lay low, you mad rich
Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait
While in car, hear a verse, put it in park
Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark

Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer
My brother's keeper, throwin' the world in a sleeper
The grim reeper, so much work he got a beeper
The word death, stamped that, it's on your chest

Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull shit
Grip tight, illegal life, aerolight
Thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water
Slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder

From Iraq to Yugoslavia, Somalia
Compadre, diamante, papi
World World 3, CNN history

By the powers of God that's invested in me
Since 93, locked up, I did three
Got 85 percent of y'all worshipin' me
Back in L.C., hop in cap 33

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Message 2002 - Lyrics - The Mix Tape - Krs One

Title: Message 2002
Album: The Mix Tape
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Uh, ha, uh, ha
Another inebriated beat
You know what time it is
Straight for the street
KRS-One, hold tight, look, look

Crack, don't mess with that
Speed, don't mess with that
It's whack don't mess with that
Greed, don't mess with that

Knowledge yeah, mess with that
God yeah, mess with that
College yeah, mess with that
A job yeah, mess with that

Look, look, dealing don't mess with that
Crying, don't mess with that
Stealing, don't mess with that
Lying, don't mess with that

Meditation, mess with that
Forgiveness, mess with that
Education, mess with that
Hip hop we lovin' that

I rhyme for respect y'all, intellect y'all
Not sex y'all, move that neck y'all, correct y'all
Checks y'all, cash y'all, don't last y'all
With cops y'all to blast y'all, harass y'all

Flash y'all as they pass y'all, through the glass y'all
These videos gas y'all cause they trash y'all
I ask y'all this fact y'all
Unaired y'all, these cops y'all they scared y'all

They fear y'all they hear y'all they hate y'all
Less than 40,000 a week, they make y'all
Cops y'all with black feet, livin' from week to week

Walk crooked beats in the streets y'all
They greet y'all with the heat y'all, to defeat y'all
It's deep y'all, hear what I teach y'all and speak y'all

Hate don't mess with that
Trends, don't mess with that
[Unverified] don't mess with that
Revenge, don't mess with that

Truth yeah, mess with that
Skills yeah, mess with that
Proof yeah, mess with that
Build yeah, mess with that

Wars, don't look for that
Freaking, don't look for that
Whores, don't mess with that
Cheating, don't mess with that

G.E.D. mess with that
Science of mind mess with that
Family, mess with that
Hip hop, we lovin' that

Yeah, yo, aiyyo, yo, who seein' us
With an overdose level of free in us
They bring the heat to us
They don't really want the beat in us, take heed to us

While they plottin' and schemin' to be deletin' us
Best believe in us, they not defeatin' us
Them glocks wanna bust
With twenty-one shots to put the leak in us

So they can bloody the street with us
What does it mean to us?
You know what they need from us
Give cream to us, hide the lies and deceit from us

That doesn't equal us
Who's ready to get in the Jeep with us
Form a fleet with us and take back the street with us
Meet with us, drop bombs in the street with us

Never saw it comin', attack on the sneak with us
Thus, they can't compete with us
We flow through your veins like DJ's
When they cut, you'll be bleedin' us

I came with Kris to heat it up
Showin' my body's the temple
Hip hop is the lock
Now put the key in us

Crack, don't mess with that
Speed, don't mess with that
It's whack don't mess with that
Greed, don't mess with that

Knowledge yeah, mess with that
God yeah, mess with that
College yeah, mess with that
A job yeah, mess with that

Look, look, dealing don't mess with that
Crying, don't mess with that
Stealing, don't mess with that
Lying, don't mess with that

Meditation, mess with that
Forgiveness, mess with that
Education, mess with that
Hip hop we lovin' that

Truth y'all, facts y'all, proof y'all, black y'all
Time to check this map y'all, are we goin' back y'all?
Let's make a pact y'all, come together watch your back y'all
Stay in tact y'all, never whack gimme dap y'all

Comin' at y'all, headcrack y'all with the facts y'all
Police y'all, on the attack y'all if ya black y'all
So if this is fact y'all, when we rap y'all
Over the track y'all, why we rap about crack y'all?

That's whack y'all, we trapped y'all
Holdin' the gat y'all just to kill another black y'all
Clak, clak, clak y'all, it's like that y'all
KRS-One yo, let's take it back y'all, listen

Hate don't mess with that
Trends, don't mess with that
[Unverified] don't mess with that
Revenge, don't mess with that

Truth yeah, mess with that
Skills yeah, mess with that
Proof yeah, mess with that
Build yeah, mess with that

Wars, don't look for that
Freaking, don't look for that
Whores, don't mess with that
Cheating, don't mess with that

G.E.D. mess with that
Science of mind mess with that
Family, mess with that
Hip hop, we lovin' that

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

357 - Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'Ron

Title: 357
Album: Confessions Of Fire
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Darrell Branch, Mike Post, Cameron Giles, Clarence Carpenter

Lyric:
On my Harlem niggas my BK niggas
Back uptown baby Lennox ave
My oyas on broadway all day, come on

Aye yo, you love the way I rep black step the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest check respect that
Any girl I met that hit that, love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat push your wig back, get you shit snatched

Get your ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get that sit back school shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack for the big stacks and the big act
Now I got the big gats click, clack, uh

Since day one been in a ditch came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit had to tap a chin with a fist

When the [Incomprehensible] Begin with a stich
End in a kiss so yo so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight on the dope ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit how a nigga spin in six
See they all see the twelve but you see me in it
TV's in it BB's kinted ask who it is

You see me tinted I did drive bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, fuck it yankees stadium uh

Play people jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal
You not a threat you want it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet nigga wait now I'm set

I'll go another route
Kidnap your family make your brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out, you don't give a fuck about I wouldn't talk about

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that but Cam why you act like that
Shut up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

Put fear 'fore envy nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue like a pair of pennys
While me and betha throw fiestas
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

Don't ever fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots jumping out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his wife he want me down with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em bitches please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All calls valid never hard mallet

Dallas been up in you favorite star's stlyus
Coward bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank un though coulda made you run though
Been at your front door gun hold for fun though

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Fuck that it's not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for niggas like that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you know what you do
What? Tell these niggas the real deal, aight check it}

Aiyyo cook up the crack, cook up the crack
Every time you look up a gat got you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nahthe guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check on this work of the rap

Now I'm not saying what I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's right
See baby boy I carry guns you know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life

And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the only you a running back
You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats

Or the cocaine plan leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb don't mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh

No kids rapping or ostriches
Just kidnapings and hostages
So, y'all better obey we shoot pro way
Mess with us no way now go 'head go play

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Pond Song - Lyrics - Dinosaur Jr.

Title: Pond Song
Artist: Dinosaur Jr.
Composer(s): Joseph Donald Jr Mascis

Lyric:
Ponders, yet you're undecided
I sprinkle looks to let you know
Pain is a wave, come on, let's ride it
Jump on now or we'll have to row
Now, while your eyes run back

The memories attack
I'll give you my last crack
The dreams keep me awake
Feelings seem hard to shake
Same way I always fake

Dripping off, you come to meet me
Break off a piece, to let you know
And they bubble all around you
Yeah, there's a love
But it won't show and while your eyes run back

The memories attack
I'll give you one last crack
The dreams keep me awake
Feelings seem hard to shake
Same way I always fake

Need a way to keep it simple
All the times I bailed, you float
Girl, you reachin' for your anchor
I turned it down
Right down your throat

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Friday, August 13, 2010

L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon) - Lyrics - The Aftermath - Dr. Dre

Title: L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon)
Album: The Aftermath
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Stuart Bullard, Keith Thomas

Lyric:
It's like, it's like this
Word up, knowhutI'msayin'?
One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin'?
Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn
The whole borough's thorough
You know the time, y'knowI'msayin'?

Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin' it down
It's hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you y'knowI'msayin'?
(L.A.W. this might trouble you)
This is Sharief, y'knowI'msayin'?
Puttin it down for the Aftermath like this

As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac
My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack
Can't hold me back, I'm too strong, I waited too long
Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song

Been in the game since what? That shit is past tense
Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C
With that ill shit, I came to kill shit
I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit

But in this era of mayhem
I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them
To all my opponents who wanna kick it, I spark
The verbal scientist in your title, I'm walkin' wit' it

A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters
I shine my verbal styles and got niggas
Climbin' on speakers, the thrill seekers
An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party
I'm slangin' the mic like a syllable shotty, sippin' 40's

Check it out, y'all, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out now, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Bona fide B-boy, biceps' bionic
Blast em back, okay let's get it started
Original rap styles comin' from my shooter
Fifty niggas deep, I'm the ill kid recruiter

People gather round, check my flow
Listen too, look take a peek
Time for thought then you know
(What they know?)
I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill

You couldn't stop the pain with Benadryl
Too many claim unnamed for fame
Or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim
I take a raptor's rough 'cause I'lla date the semen

Spectators be sayin they can't go where he went
That's another level of attack, bring your bats
My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack
I slice the rapper like a surgeon

If he wanna battle, I play him out like a priest in a turban
Too much tenacity, vocal capacity
Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me
'Cause I'm the chemical enemical
Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle

Check it out, y'all, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out now, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Feelin' the metronome click, my microphone's on
It's time to kiss Sharief to perform
Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted
In the centre of fight square

I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin' with crimes
I'm natural as loaded dice, understand
Where no man survives, L.A.W. can
Transform, I see it ain't even worth ya triggers

I'm from the days when B-boys
Were straight earthin' niggas
Standin' my arms crossed, toss a grenade
Rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade
You better 'cause your dome piece blown

Release chrome beats
Nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb
Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes
Like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin'
Some I slaughter such as two compel? blows

Crush your corny kids caught stumblin' on my shells, so
Sick, too quick, I stab you with some shit
Doin' infinite assault these hard lyrics I commit
When I crush your lungs, I keep my pace uptempo
Swingin' my prison rhymes, fuckin' mics like a nympho

Check it out, y'all, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out now, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out, y'all, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out now, L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

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