U.S.A. (Aiight Then) - Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Title: U.S.A. (Aiight Then)
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Robert Epitome Taylor

Lyric:
Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

Mind like the Dutch, flow wit her backwards
Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker rapture
Fracture, cry now laugh later
We assist and compute data
On ya IBM, dime bitches I be eyein them
Shoot me down a hundred times
Still come up wit new rhymes
Rec execs don't like me
Come up with new rhymes
See you want it and you give a push for all mankind

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

Mike Tyson style, animal duns, we live wild
Too many ways to die, we alive for now
We cross borders, take the guns along with us
Defend infamous to the fullest
Protect my duns that came with me
They move with me, its risky
For you to try to approach the God shiftily
We all gorgeous, the most fly, the illest
Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches
While you bearin' witness
We handlin' ya chick business
Thuggin' out druggin' out ya know the dealin's

Picture you dead and in the raw
Flippin' to not ready for what you and
Moms already missin' you
Old fool from the old school
You thirty six
I been doin' this since niggas sellin' nicks
Gettin' head from tricks, takin' shorts for kicks
Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at
If she a dime baby moms, know we baggin' that
Smack em with the gat, what react that?

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

And to my fifth ward clique
How you like this?
And to my dirty south thugs
How you like this?
And to my westside niggas
Yes you like this
And to my chi town gangstas keep thuggin' it

Connect the dots, merge with many a block
My porto rock representatives blow plenty of shots
Its love sincerely, even my heart
For those that relate to this here song
Thug of the age yo
Have you noddin' off like good dope
And if the good then go regardless
Finish it when you want to start shit
Turn the body into carcass
Handle mines regardless, had goddess

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

And for my mid west terrorists rock this
'N' for my New Orleans team they cant stop us
And to my little rock clique y'all is heartless
This for my bean town dogs in the life is
From Seattle to ping houses
Unified States of America lets get it right shit

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U.S.A. (Aiiright Then) - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: U.S.A. (Aiiright Then)
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Robert Epitome Taylor

Lyric:
Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

Mind like the Dutch, flow wit her backwards
Couldn't clear my style like Anita Baker rapture
Fracture, cry now laugh later
We assist and compute data
On ya IBM, dime bitches I be eyein them
Shoot me down a hundred times
Still come up wit new rhymes
Rec execs don't like me
Come up with new rhymes
See you want it and you give a push for all mankind

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

Mike Tyson style, animal duns, we live wild
Too many ways to die, we alive for now
We cross borders, take the guns along with us
Defend infamous to the fullest
Protect my duns that came with me
They move with me, its risky
For you to try to approach the God shiftily
We all gorgeous, the most fly, the illest
Its amazing what my mens do to ya bitches
While you bearin' witness
We handlin' ya chick business
Thuggin' out druggin' out ya know the dealin's

Picture you dead and in the raw
Flippin' to not ready for what you and
Moms already missin' you
Old fool from the old school
You thirty six
I been doin' this since niggas sellin' nicks
Gettin' head from tricks, takin' shorts for kicks
Niggaz mad ain't tell them where the stash was at
If she a dime baby moms, know we baggin' that
Smack em with the gat, what react that?

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

And to my fifth ward clique
How you like this?
And to my dirty south thugs
How you like this?
And to my westside niggas
Yes you like this
And to my chi town gangstas keep thuggin' it

Connect the dots, merge with many a block
My porto rock representatives blow plenty of shots
Its love sincerely, even my heart
For those that relate to this here song
Thug of the age yo
Have you noddin' off like good dope
And if the good then go regardless
Finish it when you want to start shit
Turn the body into carcass
Handle mines regardless, had goddess

Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB
And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin' like old time kings
And old timers puttin' young bloods on them things
Just a lil' something for ya block to sing
Can you relate?, Do you feel me?
Aiight then

And for my mid west terrorists rock this
'N' for my New Orleans team they cant stop us
And to my little rock clique y'all is heartless
This for my bean town dogs in the life is
From Seattle to ping houses
Unified States of America lets get it right shit

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Do You Compute - Lyrics - Yank Crime - Drive Like Jehu

Title: Do You Compute
Album: Yank Crime
Artist: Drive Like Jehu
Composer(s): Rick Froberg, Michael Rockwell Kennedy, John A Reis, Mark Allen Trombino

Lyric:
Do you compute?
I think you do
Don't need it proven
Don't wanna listen
Don't need a tour of the pieces I'm missing

As if you were put here to straighten us out
And everything you said was being written down
You weren't and it isn't and nobody's listening
And nobody gives a fuck what you go do with your life

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Luck Of Lucien - Lyrics - The Anthology - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Luck Of Lucien
Album: The Anthology
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): J Davis, A Muhammad, Jackso

Lyric:
Brother, brother, brother, Lucien, you're like no other
Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast
Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who prevailed
Through the Mr. Crazy Rabbits who were always on his tail

When in on sale, your roomie starts to wail
"Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail
If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail?
They'll put you back to France on a ship with a sail"

Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails
Hey yo tip, what's wrong with snails?
From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris
Came to America to find liberty
Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery
But listen Lucien you have a friend in me

Oh, luck, luck will drive you butt baddy
Next time you get some wheels, make it a caddy
In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could
But listen, brother man, I really think you can

Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back
It's the creme de la creme and you can bounce with that
It'll take a minute Rice so take my advice
Trust in us so thus you trust in your life
Lucine, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, you should know

Are you ready, Lu? This one is for you
Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe
Come on start and stand or "Comment-allez-vous"? 1.53
Lucien, I'll leave it up to you
Voulez vous, endez vous, coo-coo, les poo-poo

Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast
Can you get a grip on the crack head dip?
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin'
VCR from a neck-bone bummin'

10 dollar brother, he was hummin' and strummin'
Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin'
Gave him the money, well I thought that was somethin'
Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin'

Don't worry about a thing, I won't get specific
This is a song that is long and prolific
Think of the stuff that I said if you can
Figure it out, compute, understand
No problemo, I'll help you with your demo
If you go to the store for me
Lucien, I'm just kiddin', you should know

You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin'
Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition
Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance
With the French "Savior Faire" and the sexy dance

But is she really fly, or is she a guy?
I won't ask why, 'cause I know that you try
You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle?
Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little?

Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad
In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
A case of positionin' and the feet in the shoes
Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues

Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown
I had to make the sound, his life is too profound
On the up and up, he's somethin' like a little pup
Young and naive, it's hard to believe

As long as you're strong
You can quest with the questers
Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester
Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien
You should know

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Who’s Got A Match? - Lyrics - Puzzle - Biffy Clyro

Title: Who’s Got A Match?
Album: Puzzle
Artist: Biffy Clyro
Composer(s): Simon Alexander Neil

Lyric:
Which of the witches do you belong
The one with the eye patch or the one that's highly strung?
I know you can't trust anyone

How do you capture a photograph
Put it to sleep, pretend you're having a laugh?
I know you thought you'd had the last

I'm a fire and I burn, burn, burn tonight
I'm a fire and I burn, burn, burn tonight
I'm a fire and I burn, burn, burn tonight
I'm a fire and I burn, burn, burn tonight

The midget is frigid, I put it to you
Who's got a match? I've got the petrol to set it to
I know I shouldn't have trusted you

It's making me tense what you're telling me
A series of facts that don't compute the classic way
I guess I'm wrong again anyway

I'm a fire and I burn, burn, burn tonight
I'm a fire and I burn, burn, burn tonight
I'm a fire and I burn, burn, burn tonight
I'm a fire and I burn, burn, burn tonight

I'm a fire and I burn tonight
I'm a fire
I'm a fire and I burn tonight
I'm a fire

I'm a fire and I burn, burn
I'm a fire and I burn, burn
I'm a fire and I burn, burn
I'm a fire and I burn, burn

I'm a fire and I burn, burn
I'm a fire and I burn, burn
I'm a fire, I'm a fire
I'm a fire

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40 - All Tha Time - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - All Tha Time
Artist: E
Composer(s): Brandt Jones, Bosco A. Kante, Earl Thomas Stevens

Lyric:
You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got your Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time

Might not know how to read and right, but I do know Arm and Hammer
If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means it's bamma
If it's too many seeds in your weed, then chop 'em down
If your blood gets bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven
Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin'
Smebbin', talkin' hella shit to the cashier

Pi-pi's get right behind me askin' me how much
I been had to drink and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin' drunk
Let's see I done hit one, two, three, ain't no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer

I been in it, all around it, co-founded
Did it when I done it, I must've been blunted
Ninety-six hundred for the two P's
I let the homie K-One run through these
Places that I roam I let the hubs alone
I wonder if they're trippin' at Nextel phones
A bad motherfucker for the butter and grits
And you niggaz need to know this shit

You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got your Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time

I got the turf on lock, twenty-six block
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight o'clock
Organized crime, bitch, all the time bitch
Get off his dick and get on mine bitch
I be smokin like a broke-down Coupe DeVille
Poppin' them generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither could y'all
Bitch me and my Click is off the wall

I fucks with everybody to somebody, major factors
To niggaz if you can't understand this shit
Then nigga you must got your mask on backwards
Tiptoeing through the 'hood nigga is no good, nigga
Gotta have a pass, so we get that ass

You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got your Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time

Now the parties don't start until we walk in
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo' chin
I'm a mannish motherfucker with the chips and bread
And enough to have your head kind of tough
Bluffin' don't exist, we pull the whole cards
Tail between the legs when you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and wanna stay that way
You better watch what the fuck you play
(Check it out)

It's bring your own bottle, 'cause I be likin'
To get to perkin' somethin' awful
And compute that motherfucker slurrin'
Talkin' crazy to bitches, weeble-wobblin'
Burpin', gurgin', stomach growlin' off the hinges
Lurkin', torqin' my stay highs with Red Ledges

I'm tryin' to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel
Run a smooth ass operation without gettin' caught in the pickle
Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an empty commercial lot
And turn it into a car wax wash and detail shop

You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got your Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time

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Does Compute - Lyrics - Division Of Laura Lee

Title: Does Compute
Artist: Division Of Laura Lee
Composer(s): Gustavsson Rostberg Johansson Stalber

Lyric:
Picture us without looks
Picture me without clothes

I just wanna be loved
And make sure I'm not being used
Bring me back my wisdom
And I'll get ready to choose

All we ever did was easy
You kept me clean and I owe you
Tell me what to do to please you
How to be good 'cause I want to

Picture us without brains
Picture me without guts

I just wanna be different
Forget and put it aside
Bring me back my wisdom
And I'll get ready to try

All we ever did was easy
You kept me clean and I owe you
Tell me what to do to please you
How to be good 'cause I want to

Breakdown, blow up
Don't you be nervous now

All we ever did was easy
You kept me clean and I owe you
Tell me what to do to please you
How to be good 'cause I want to

Breakdown, blow up

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Description Of A Fool - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Description Of A Fool
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Roy Ayers, Michelle Anders Birdsong, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad

Lyric:
Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it, read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me will you please?

One who acts doped, so what does it mean to me?
That's you, 'cause of the way you act
Standin' on the corner, sellin' Girbauds
Scalin' your friends and also your foes
What's the matter wit'cha boy?

You big galoot, you nincompoop
What's wrong wit you? You can't compute
Don't fix your lips to tell me you can
Standin' on the poley, playin' pusher man

What you got to do with yourself?
Can't you be somebody else?
Look at you described to a tee
You're a fool of many in society

I know some more, I shall go on
And continue in the song, fooled the fool

Man, I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout callin' me a fool
I've been out here for twentysome odd years
Doin' my thing, I ain't no fool man
You crazy or something?
I'm gonna stick this, right up your

The girl I talked to she's sort of neurotic
Her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic
Scares the girl by threatenin' her life
Says "Girl, you're dead if you're not my wife"

Beats in her public, beats her in private
Tried it 'round me almost, won't buy it
Said "Forget him, don't you know he's a loser"
Who would love a woman turn around and abuse her

Only a fool as described by the tribe
Here's another one who's on the fool vibe
Gonna make it short, gonna make it quick
For this situation makes me sick

See your brother man, with the female
He's crazy ego tried to show he'll prevail
In any situation lady luck's on his side
Emotions run free, nothin' he will hide

Why I remember one sunny day
Took my cousin to the park so we can play
On the way, a couple resembled
The one I just described, everythin' assembled

Another young man walked in their direction
Bumped him a bit, excused his imperfection
But the man with the lady grabbed the other by the neck
Demanded an apology and also respect

The young man aggravated grabbed him back and smacked him
The girl just laughed and laughed and laughed at him
He felt ashamed for what he had done
It looked like a fool to everyone

These are three stories from the Naked City
Reality, is sometimes a ditty
Like Grodzilla from the twilight zone
Earth to your brain, is anyone home?

I see ya there, tryin' to make amends
Try to make some friends, but now my story ends
On the note, that I just wrote
Stay afloat on the reality boat

Slow down and think and take it cool
And try to avoid the description of oval

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Half Man Half Machine - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Goldie Lookin Chain

Title: Half Man Half Machine
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Goldie Lookin Chain
Composer(s): Rhys William Hutchings, John Edward Rutledge, Adam James Willia Sadler, Gregory Thomas Johnston

Lyric:
Benatone Spectrum, Pacman, Commodore
ZX-81, Donkey Kong, fucking high score
Push it to the limit, couldn't push it any more
Wanna be a fucking robot after smoking loads of draw

Bought a speak and spell, stuck it to my chest
And wrap some fucking tinfoil to my head and to my vest
Walking down the street, my next door neighbors not impressed
I'm a robot and buying ten fags is my quest

Eggsie's gone too far, he thinks he's Robocop
He's covered in tinfoil and he's got matching metal socks
We tried to sedate him but he fucking escaped
The man robot myth starts to escalate

He tries to sell himself standing in curries
But if the police turn up, he runs in a fucking hurry
He tries to plug himself in the mains with his nob
And when he's fully recharged he goes out on the rob

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Being a robot in my digital domain
Enter my world, feel my pain
I'm not like other people you might see or you might know
I made love to a BBC micro

Touching on the disk drive, the monitor got hot
I knew from then, I was a motherfucking robot
Bill Gates from Microsoft, Stephen Hawking's voice
And fucking Lara Croft

I built a lab, secret in my loft
And built a special costume that would help me to jack off
I sat there in front of the screen
For many years, this had been my wet dream

Now I've reached it, I'm finally there
Like Terminator being filmed in Aberdare
So alone, when people stop and stare
Like C3PO but with pubes and hair

Robot Love
Robot
Robotic break dancing
Robot

The doctors found a nut
They said he was an head case
'Cos he sticks silver and cans on his face
Sucking off antennas and trying to fuck the fridge
And burnt his pubic wig, with the high voltage

I am a robot
My prime directive is to's go to's the shops
And buy's ten fags
Do's you's compute?

He wants to buy ten fags, his destination is the shops
A tinfoil suit and a hat like Robocop
If your ask him then he'll do a body pop
Like Terminator, yeah he just won't stop

Put electrical cable down through the eye of his cock
Plugged it in the wall and gave himself a big shock
The reason that he did it wasn't to give himself pain
Watching Terminator over again and again

Fuck man, get him, fucking restrain him man
Get him fucking, fucking get him down man
Inject him man, get him down
He's fucking nuts man and he's losing it
Help me man, just get him fucking

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

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Computer God - Lyrics - Dio

Title: Computer God
Artist: Dio
Composer(s): Terry Butler, Tony Iommi, Ronnie James Dio

Lyric:
Waiting for the revolution
Nuclear vision genocide
Computerize God, it's the new religion
Program the brain not the heartbeat

Onward all you crystal soldiers
Touch tomorrow energize
Digital dreams and you're the next correction
Man's a mistake so we'll fix it, yeah

Take a look at your own reflection
Right before your eyes
It turns to steel

There's another side of heaven
This way to technical paradise
Find it on the other side
When the walls fall down

Love is automatic pleasure
Virtual reality
Terminal hate it's a calculation
Send in the child for connection

Take a look at the toys around you
Right before your eyes
The toys are real

There's another side of heaven
This way to technical paradise
Find it on the other side
When the walls fall down

Midnight confessions
Never heal the soul
What you believe is fantasy
Your past is your future
Left behind, lost in time
Will you surrender

Waiting for the revolution
Program the brain not the heartbeat

Deliver us to evil
Deny us of our faith
Robotic hearts bleed poison
On the world we populate

Virtual existence
With a superhuman mind
The ultimate creation
Destroyer of mankind

Termination of our youth
For we do not compute, no

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Computer God - Lyrics - Dehumanizer - Black Sabbath

Title: Computer God
Album: Dehumanizer
Artist: Black Sabbath
Composer(s): Terry Butler, Tony Iommi, Ronnie James Dio

Lyric:
Waiting for the revolution
Nuclear vision genocide
Computerize God, it's the new religion
Program the brain not the heartbeat

Onward all you crystal soldiers
Touch tomorrow energize
Digital dreams and you're the next correction
Man's a mistake so we'll fix it, yeah

Take a look at your own reflection
Right before your eyes
It turns to steel

There's another side of heaven
This way to technical paradise
Find it on the other side
When the walls fall down

Love is automatic pleasure
Virtual reality
Terminal hate it's a calculation
Send in the child for connection

Take a look at the toys around you
Right before your eyes
The toys are real

There's another side of heaven
This way to technical paradise
Find it on the other side
When the walls fall down

Midnight confessions
Never heal the soul
What you believe is fantasy
Your past is your future
Left behind, lost in time
Will you surrender

Waiting for the revolution
Program the brain not the heartbeat

Deliver us to evil
Deny us of our faith
Robotic hearts bleed poison
On the world we populate

Virtual existence
With a superhuman mind
The ultimate creation
Destroyer of mankind

Termination of our youth
For we do not compute, no

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