Doctor Pressure - Lyrics - Mylo

Title: Doctor Pressure
Artist: Mylo
Composer(s): Adrian Paul Burch, Enrique Kiki Garcia, David Whitaker

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Lyric:
Emergency paging Doctor Beat, emergency

Doctor I've got this feelin'
Deep inside of me, deep inside of me
I just can't control my feet
When I hear the beat, when I hear the beat

Hey Doctor could you give me somethin'
To ease the pain, to ease the pain
'Cause if you don't help me soon
Gonna lose my brain, gonna go insane

I just don't know, don't know
How I'm gonna deal with you
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doctor Beat
I just don't know, don't know

Won't you help me Doctor Beat?
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doctor Beat
Won't you help me Doctor Beat?
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doctor Beat

Won't you help me Doctor Beat?
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doctor Beat
Won't you help me Doctor Beat?

Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure
Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure
Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure
Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure

Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure
Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure
Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure
Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure

Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure
Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure
Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure
Motherfuckers gonna drop the pressure

Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker
Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker
Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker
Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker

Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker

You see doctor I got this fever
That I can't control, that I can't control
Music makes me move my body
Makes me move my soul, makes me move my soul

Doctor you got to give me something
'Cause I'm burning up, yes I'm burning up
Doctor you got to find the cure
Or we're gonna die, yes we're gonna die

I just don't know, don't know
How I'm gonna deal with you
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doctor Beat
I just don't know, don't know

Won't you help me Doctor beat?
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doctor Beat
Won't you help me Doctor beat?
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doctor Beat

Won't you help me Doctor beat?
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doctor Beat
Won't you help me Doctor beat?
You gotta help me, you gotta help me

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The Doctor - Lyrics - The Doctor - Cheap Trick

Title: The Doctor
Album: The Doctor
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
Pay some attention
Want to get it right
Ooh, how about you?

Mind's under pressure
Happens every night
Ooh, let it go

Love is like a knife
It cuts deep and wide
And I, I, I oughta know

Lay your hands on me
I prescribe a pill
Ooh, how about now?

Tension's a buildin'
Need to let it out
Ooh, let it go

Love is like a knife
It cuts deep and wide
And I, I, I oughta know

Call me the Doctor
Makes you feel good
Make it feel better now
Everybody should

It's my own opinion
It's my point of view
If you really need it now
Call me the Doctor, Doctor Feel Good, hey

I make house calls
In the middle of the night
Ooh, to get you right

Come a little closer
Is it pleasure, is it pain?
Ooh, I've got the cure

Love is like a knife
It cuts deep and wide
And I, I, I oughta know

Call me the Doctor
Makes you feel good
Make it feel better now
Everybody should

It's my own opinion
It's my point of view
If you really need it now
Call me the Doctor, Doctor Feel Good, hey

Love is like a knife
It cuts deep and wide
And I, I, I oughta know

Call me the Doctor
Makes you feel good
Make it feel better now
Everybody should

It's my own opinion
It's my point of view
If you really need it now
Call me the Doctor, Doctor Feel Good, hey

Call me the Doctor
Makes you feel good
Make it feel better now
Everybody should

It's my own opinion
It's my point of view
If you really need it now
Call me the Doctor
Call me the Doctor, Doctor Feel Good, hey

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Doctor Doctor - Lyrics - Music Is My Savior - Mims

Title: Doctor Doctor
Album: Music Is My Savior
Artist: Mims
Composer(s): Robert Fripp, Michael Giles, Fenton Joseph, Greg Lake, Ian Mcdonald, Shawn Mims, Peter Sinfield

Lyric:
Oh man
I'm fucked up man
I think I need to see a psychiatrist
My mind?s playin' tricks on me man

I said doctor, doctor won?t you help me?
So many sick thoughts see my mind ain?t healthy
Mad at the fact that I ain?t wealthy
So I sell drugs ain?t shit you can tell me

When he got 10 cars and I got no car
Waiting at the bus stop I can?t go far
You ain?t poor, you don?t know what it is like
To be in my shoes man and see what I live like

Now how could you live life?
20 plus years old caught in a midlife crisis
Fuck who?s the nicest
It?s about copping 'em new devices

Italian ices, gougin' prices
When you on top you should see how life is
So unrighteous but it feels so good
Mad at me like he ain't no good but I feel so good

I mean, I mean damn doc
Shit is going real good for me
I got a lot of fame now
But I don?t think I could take it man, check it out

I said doctor, doctor I need help now
Ain?t slept in years, so I see a meltdown
Either that or a permanent breakdown
'Cause my height man, ain?t learning the breakdown

I?m on tone now, my voice is toned down
Moving too fast but I can?t slow down
Doc said to rest, time to cancel the show now
Fans upset like I?m a no show, wow

But I ain?t do it on purpose
Behind the fame man I?m a regular person
But I feel worthless, the gift and curses
If I fuck up my voice then it ain?t worth it

But I gotta give them what they purchase
If I?m the disciple then what they worship
Is hip hop not just a couple of verses
But doc hold up I?m just touching the surface

I mean damn doc
I can?t take this no more man
I?m cracking under pressure
It?s a little too much for me man
My mind's going crazy right now, check it out

I said doctor, doctor I?m losing my mind quick
Ain?t been shot, but it feels like I?m hit
Who would have thought after all I did
And all I gained I would call it quits?

5? 9? but I?m tall as shit
The sky is the limit, then watch how tall I get
Wait, this is what other niggas would call dreams
For me this is life meaning it was foreseen

So why am I complaining?
God bless me man
I?m an angel in training
Now they came in the game with a dash like Damon

Predicted the rain man, just like Rain Man
Down in the sun on the Island of Cayman
While you and your main man, still on the mainland
Even real niggas know what I?m sayin'
Ya shit change but I ain?t changing for nobody

I mean God damn doc
I been coming to you for the last three years
And you ain?t say shit
Seem like I talk my way out of my own problems
See now I pay you all this money

I?m crazy man, I?m crazy
I?m crazy man, I?m crazy
I?m crazy man, I?m crazy
I?m crazy man, I?m crazy
I?m crazy man, I?m crazy
We going to the next one now, Mims, yeah

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Girls Way - Lyrics - Beenie Man

Title: Girls Way
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Anthony Davis, Sly Dunbar

Lyric:
Who Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
Who nah na nah na nigh stabba
Da ba nigh, fi di gal dem me cry
Why, woh nah na nah na nigh stabba
Da ba nigh nah na na nigh anyway

I'm moving on di gal dem way
(Gal dem way)
Don't yuh tek man fi gay
(Man a nuh gay)

Ge mi suzan and fay every day
A wan yu hear wa mi say
(Yeah)
Moving on di gal dem way
(Gal dem way)

Don't yuh tek man fi gay
(Man a nuh gay)
Gimme suzan and fay
(Night or day)
Oonu fi hear weh me say
(Well)

Gal di way yuh hot yuh have mi body under pressure
Yuh have yuh mi have mi gal, so I nuh really matter
Gal di way yuh under mi skin a juk mi like macka
Gal dem want di pressure gal dem want washer

Gal dem want di man fi give dem wuk, 'cause I'm di doctor
Gal dem want di steam fish & di ockra in a dem structure
Way di gal dem love mi want fi be mi baby mother
Gal dem want fi hold mi, gal dem all a grab mi

Gal dem see mi out a road a call walking beauty
Gal dem say mi ease, gal dem say mi irie
Why di gal dem love mi, mi nuh have nuh itsy bitsy
So, tru yuh see mi beenie, true yuh see mi teenie
Gal want come undress mi but anyway

I'm moving on di gal dem way
(Gal dem way)
Don't yuh tek man fi gay
(Man a nuh gay)

Ge mi suzan and fay every day
A wan yu hear wa mi say
(Yeah)
Moving on di gal dem way
(Gal dem way)

Don't yuh tek man fi gay
(Man a nuh gay)
Gimme suzan and fay
(Night or day)
Oonu fi hear weh me say
(Well)

Just di other day mi spend a small hiloday
Down a suzette land & mi go land buff bay
Mi reach a flatbush mi walk di africans way
When mi reach di round a bout dem gi mi di right a way

Gal dem want di hoter, gal dem want di pepper
Gal dem want di man fi set dem body pon fire
Gal dem want a lover, dem nuh want nuh nyamer
Dem nuh want nuh man fi come & treat dem like nuh buyer

Gal dem want a worker, gal want a driver
Gal dem want a man fi work dem like a car tyre
Gal dem want fi land, gal dem want mi hand
Gal dem want a man fi mek dem spin like a fan
Cho dem want di long mawga man but anyway

I'm moving on di gal dem way
(Gal dem way)
Don't yuh tek man fi gay
(Man a nuh gay)

Ge mi suzan and fay every day
A wan yu hear wa mi say
(Yeah)
Moving on di gal dem way
(Gal dem way)

Don't yuh tek man fi gay
(Man a nuh gay)
Gimme suzan and fay
(Night or day)
Oonu fi hear weh me say
(Well)

Gal di way yuh tall mi want fi have yuh like mi sword
Upper mixing lab yuh like mi mixing board
Gal mi nuh affi punch yuh, gal mi nuh affi patch yuh
Gal yuh good a ready so mi really nuh affi fix yuh

Gal mi just a rub yuh down a kiss & all caress yuh
Gal mi want fi strip yuh mi wifey nuh affi know yuh
Me ready fi go funish d apartment gi yuh
Gal mi a di bass & yuh a di drum hear di punch line come

I'm moving on di gal dem way
(Gal dem way)
Don't yuh tek man fi gay
(Man a nuh gay)

Ge mi suzan and fay every day
A wan yu hear wa mi say
(Yeah)
Moving on di gal dem way
(Gal dem way)

Don't yuh tek man fi gay
(Man a nuh gay)
Gimme suzan and fay
(Night or day)
Oonu fi hear weh me say
(Well)

Who Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
Who nah na nah na nigh stabba
Da ba nigh, fi di gal dem me cry
Why, woh nah na nah na nigh stabba
Da ba nigh nah na na nigh anyway

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270 Somethin' - Lyrics - Cledus T. Judd

Title: 270 Somethin'
Artist: Cledus T. Judd
Composer(s): Chris Dubois, Cledus T. (Lyr.) Judd, Christopher (Lyr.) Clark, David Lee

Lyric:
You know a man does have to eat him somethin'

I love candy bars, eat them all the time
My combo meal's are super sized
And I crave the stuff they put inside those dang ding dongs

My cholesterol is off the chart
I keep a blood pressure cuff on my left arm
Doctor says that, ?My poor heart won't last too long?
My nickname in school was double wide
'Cause my momma fried

Now I weigh 270 somethin'
Always huffin' and puffin
Lay around the house all day
No wonder I can't lose no weight

See that pizza on the TV
Oh man' don't it look cheesy
You know they deliver here for nothin'
That's why I weigh 270 somethin'

My insurance said that they'd Co pay
I made the same appointment Carnie Wilson made
Plastic surgeon said he had a way to get those love handles off
He stapled and sucked stuff through a tube

I lost a hundred pounds in one afternoon
When I came to in the recovery room, wouldn't much left of me
When he removed the bandages from my thighs
I couldn't believe my eyes

Now I weigh 180 somethin'
Didn't have to do much of nothin'
I'm lookin' like Jean Claude Van Dame
To fit in a pair Mark Wills' pants

Now everyone who sees me
Can't believe that I'm so skinny
My body fat is nearly nothin'
Now that I weigh 180 somethin'

Now I date a model with a GED
But do you think she'd be with me
I wonder if I

Still weighed, 270 somethin'
Stuffin' down blueberry muffins
Onion rings and cans of SPAM
That's how I got so fat

Now everyone who sees me
Can't believe that I'm so skinny
I used to break a sweat just doin' nothin'
Back when I weighed 270 somethin'

Now I weigh 180 somethin'

Well it's probably like more like around 225-26
None of y'all's business how much I weigh

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Hood - Lyrics - Jibbs Feat Jibbs - Jibbs

Title: Hood
Album: Jibbs Feat Jibbs
Artist: Jibbs
Composer(s): Jovan Campbell, Darrell Howard, Maurice Wilson

Lyric:
Comin' up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon? stretch or either you gon? fold
Either you gon? ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit?

Comin' up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon? stretch or either you gon? fold
Either you gon? ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit?

What you gon? do? You gon? ride? You gon? roll?
You gon? stretch? You gon? fold? You gon? keep yo family po?
Comin' up in da hood watchin' my homies take the pressure
That?s why I chose to be a mic-checka

What you gon? do? You gon? ball? You gon? fall?
Let 'em knock you into walls? Leave you dead in a hall
Or you gon? keep hanging in the streets with your crew
Don?t ask me 'cause I know what I?m a do

But what you gon? do?
Buy the solos with the dodo?s and nogo?s, and fofo?s
In choke holds after getting chased by the po po?s
You gon? ride solo or is you gon? group it?
Or is you gon? think before you start being stupid

Comin' up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon? stretch or either you gon? fold
Either you gon? ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit?

Comin' up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon? stretch or either you gon? fold
Either you gon? ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit?

Now what chu gon? do? You gon? rob? You gon? kill?
Buy the drugs or you gon? deal or go out and chase a mil
Or on the other hand get a deal like me
And go and write 48 bars to a beat

Tell me what you gon? do? Be another family failure
Disrespectin' all your elders, go livin' in a shelter
Or you gon? get killed put in jail or be a doctor
And own a big house on the roof a helicopter

Whatchu gon? do?
Stay in the same city, same hood, same block
Same homies changing clothes, wearin' each others socks
Or do you wanna go somewhere a life to try to live
And see about a hundred making money, taking trips

Comin' up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon? stretch or either you gon? fold
Either you gon? ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit?

Comin' up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon? stretch or either you gon? fold
Either you gon? ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit?

What you gon? do? Be a fed, be a star, do the dance, hit the bar
Be a face nigga, sharp or go and shop, and stuff
Hit the mall, pop tags, start stuff
Get me red, white and blue like the flag

Jibbs what you gon? do? Gettin' money, stay off the streets
They frontin' man, it ain't funny, I ain't runnin'
Hopin' from place to place like a bunny kinda sunny
Phone on my waist vibrate 'cause it?s comin'
Stay in shape, last in the game is music business funny

For the sake that my hood cats hungry
Tryin' to get a mil deal, bread and bologna
For the sake that my hood cats that are hungry
Tryin' to get a mil deal, bread and bologna

Comin' up in da hood

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You Gots To Chill - Lyrics - Strictly Business - Epmd

Title: You Gots To Chill
Album: Strictly Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): E Sermon, C Smith, R Westfield, R Bell, P Smith, R Mickens, D Thomas, G Brown, D Boyce, Reggie Noble, Roger Troutman

Lyric:
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of EPMD
Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap
But if you tired -- then go take a nap
Or stay awake and watch the show I take
Because right now -- I'm bout to shake'n'bake
The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell
Thanks to the clientele, yo I rock well
I'm not an MC who talkin all that junk
About who can beat who, soundin like a punk
I just get down and I go for mine
Say 'check one-two', and run down the line

To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroy an employ', when your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin your girl (Why P?) Cause she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the crown on top
In the beginnin -- I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss cuts "Jungle boogie!" *

I be the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain my rep
Prepared to come off, in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, cause we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standin still
Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill
Take total control, of your body and soul
Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll

I'm the P, double-E, M-D-E-E
And one thing I hate, is a bitin MC
When I enter the party suckers always form a line
Then they ease their way up, and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks, on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
But never the least they all R.I.P
For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace
Cause M.D. -- stands for Microphone Doctor
And the capital P (capital P) capital M (capital M)
Capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker
Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss cuts "Jungle boogie!" *

Catch every word I'm sayin, no there's no delayin
Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd I'm not playin
Seeing is believin, you catch my drift?
Don't try to a-dapt because I'm just too swift
(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact
I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back
I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords
The only weapon is my rappin sword

Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone
When I'm pushin on the microphone
Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker
The one who likes to max and relax
And when it's time, issue diggum-smack
I keep their hands clappin, fingers snappin, feet tappin
When it's time to roll Uzi patrol was packin
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
And through the course of the party, I kill again and again
So if you're thinkin bout battlin you better come prepared
Come witcha shield and your armor geared
You gots to chill *echoes*

* DJ K La Boss cuts "Jungle boogie!" *

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The Last Gig Of Johnny B. Goode - Lyrics - Leo Sayer

Title: The Last Gig Of Johnny B. Goode
Artist: Leo Sayer
Composer(s): Frank Farrell, Leo Sayer

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Lyric:
He pleads with his manager
There seems no way out
Have one last cigarette
No time to put it out
He's quitting this time for good
This is the last gig with Johnny B. Goode

Now the pressure's really on
Black limousines close in
His hotel suite is really neat
But the flight nearly did him in
A telegram said break a leg
And the doctor says he's broken his head

Set up the amps and play it loud
So no one will hear the words
A good job, they wouldn't wanna hang around
But set up the lights but keep 'em dim
So no one will see him in the state that he's in

Ladies and gentlemen
Very last time will you welcome
The man who if he could help it
Would not be here tonight
The man who has nothing, nothing left to prove
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode

Now the agent's looking restless
He says this house is awful bad
He said we should have booked the audience
Rather than booked the band
He's quitting this tour for good
'Cause they won't turn up for Johnny B. Goode

Yeah, set up the amps and play it loud
So no one can hear the words
Good job, they wouldn't wanna hang around
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode, oh, bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode

Bye bye Johnny B. Goode, oh, bye bye Johnny
Yeah, bye bye Johnny B. Goode
Oh, bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode, bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode

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Be Somebody - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: Be Somebody
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Mike Shinoda

Lyric:
Green Lantern, uh, MS, Lupe
Ya know, I'm a fan man, I'm a real fan
(Gonna be somebody)
Feel real honored to be up in here, ya know I'm sayin'
(Gonna be someone)

They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one
(Gonna be somebody)
Ya know I'm sayin' the seven thousand dolla
Headphones for this one here
Yeah, ya know I'm sayin'
(Gonna be someone)
Come on, talk to 'em

This is the story of them against us, win or lose
Forcin your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got somein' to say
That we oughta live their way

What were doin's not okay in this world
Everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec
You ever feel like the pressure's too much too take

Too much weight
'Ladies and Gentlemen
If anybody can hear me right now
Please shout back'

We're not the only one's feelin' so trapped
In a dream of somebody else in fact
They got their heads full of some overblown scheme
Opportunity they missed

Back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you wanna do is scream back

Gonna be somebody
For anybody tellin' me I can't
Gonna be someone
For anyone who told me I had no chance

Gonna be somebody
I'm tellin' you the time has come
(Like that)
Gonna be someone
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done

We don't sleep to dream
We sleep to build stamina
Energy to do our thing
Get your camera

'Cause this ride is about to begin
Sit down and buckle it in
Let me say it again in this world
Everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec

When I was young
They said the odds of makin' it
We're slim to none, ladies and fuck it
I'm tired of them sayin'

The dream you have doesn't exist
Tellin' you you're worthless
Sayin' you should quit
Basically tellin' you that you'll never be shit

Really they're pissed 'cause they'll never achieve
Some opportunity they missed
Back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you wanna do is scream back

Uh, they gone think you're crazy
Mumblin' to yourself in the basement all day
Uh uh uhin' to ya self, my pops didn't dig it
Was shovelin to myself, my boys used to get it

They dug it because they felt
My undertakin' took me
I was makin' in my stealth
For wealth of rhymes, of crazy

I was chuckin' to myself
Then they went into the mental Rolodex
See I'm knowin' 'bout heart
Like a brain in my chest

And I took up a school
Where subjects was gettin' felt
Books under my seat
No book layin' on my desk

My teacher's like, Mr. Jacob
Yes? With all that knowledge
You aint tryin' to go to college
Be a lawyer or a doctor
Get a whole lotta dollas

Rather degrade women
And glorify violence
Well, the work that works for me
Might not work for you
No homework, I got work to do

Gonna be somebody
For anybody tellin' me I can't
Gonna be someone
For anyone who told me I had no chance

Gonna be somebody
I'm tellin' you the time has come
(Like that)
Gonna be someone
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done
('Im finally done)

This is an invasion, Fort Minor
The Rising Tied in stores
November twenty two

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Trans Df Express - Lyrics - Even In Darkness - Dungeon Family

Title: Trans Df Express
Album: Even In Darkness
Artist: Dungeon Family
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, R Murray, J Williams, Cameron Gipp, Antwar Patton, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

Hey, I am the one and only son of a machine gun
Untrapable, meaning I can't be place between none
Even in darkness, I already ate this diction
It's so bold you could smell that funk with a cold

It's unbelieveable, bare a resemblance to Broken Mold
I'm optimistic, I'm the air in the open road
Make ya move it's moderate, no need to speed
It's inevitable you arrive in due time indeed

Now is the, time and place to invade the empty space
I'm a profectionist, I never pressure the pen space
But I wouldn't be amazing without God's Amazing Grace
I can travel outer space standin' in one place

Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

Hippy to the hop, like a digi-log frog
Throw me the cat and I'll throw you the dog
Simple as a dimple ain't it?
A hole in your cheek, let's hit the town so we can paint it

Red or maybe baby blue for two
As sure as you are my lover, that is my favorite color
And we get down, off to my castle we drown
In each others love we puddle, huddle, break, fourth down, and inches

We all some players don't ride no benches
Elegant princes come to your senses
I noticed that you're one of a kind
That's makes you kind of the one

I'm, sharing my spaghetti with
The Lady and The Tramp, the mystery the myth
Not into runnin' frames, but I got a thang for ya
Swoosh! I will do ya, surely I adore ya

Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

Gipp, a two thousand and two ho bo
What'chu think it say Two-A, ya goin' my way
Went from Ragtime buddy to a cakewalk stage
Didn't ask 'cuz I past you made this weight

My impression is one and no other, kinda, sorta yo, Dr. Demental
Had you come through the lab, doctor, organized instrumental
We gon' keep it on the track and the gristle
This Express, hear the whistle?

Who the niggas changed the face of the game
And bought it back 'Five, Deuce, four, Tre'
The alliance of elite emcees
Attention, salute, at ease

The world renowned, from here clean across seas
It's the critical acclaimed, Dungeon Family
We are now boardin', all seats and all rows
But it ain't no more tickets 'cuz it's a sold-out show

Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

I stank I can, I stank I can, I know I can, I will
'Cause negative P I T be knockin' players off the field, for real
Dungeon Family got my sword and sheild
To Campleton not Camelot, let's smoke the 'dro and chill

Like four babies, and now you want the pill
Used to be raw dawg but now you want the grill
SeVille flawless, so now you want the drill
And takin' a groupie home is just like lovin' some roadkill

Pimpin' and panderin', on a level you can serve
This metal, nouns, pronouns, adverbs, and verbs
I spit the words of Wordsmith, higher than a bird's dick
Sip-sip, sip-sip, 'sippin' on some syrup' is like three six

Engine number nine is on the grind
Like ya molars when ya rolled and that's your backteeth bitin' down
Now open up and say it, the D to the F's the greatest
The talented town, then tip up your drink, your head has been deflated

Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express
Grab your ticket, come get wit it
Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express

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Z - Marcy To Hollywood - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Marcy To Hollywood
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Kenneth A Ifill, Ernesto David Jr Shaw, Todd Eric Gaither

Lyric:
Back again and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again

As a youth I used to hold the weed up
Old heads said I thought more like a soldier than a leader
In order to succeed I had to slow my speed up
Didn't listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva

They said, "Believe us or not trust is somethin' you earn
With every mistake you make back to us you return"
Probably would go Hollywood, I thought he was jokin'
My first taste of fame I hit the first thing smokin'

All engulfed into honeys the pussy was tight
If she threw the pussy right I got mushy like
Damn baby, I love you take all my cash
You ain't got to lie Jay, you already gettin' the ass

She loved that I was a thug it turned her on
Soon as I got soft it turned her off
I got relaxed put my feet up start dissin' my friends
And that's when the ceiling fell in

I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again

I came through with the shines like the streets was blind
Didn't master my Algebra, no caliber stick me
I was thinkin' how and for what? But reality bites
Like a thousand mutts, nothin' worse than the person
That's foul with guts to stick you quicker

This brand new, nigga
Yup this is the foulest this ain't Hollywood
It's the Wild West whoever guns is the loudest
That's who's the best now take ten steps and draw

Who dope can take ten steps and remain raw
Who has no regards for the law?
Me that's who now let me ask you
Did you not know if we all don't eat?

Some day that we all would beef?
Did you know about the crabs in the barrow?
They would hear me creep
It's a muthafuckin' war in these streets

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm back again

From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again
From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again

As a youth I used to fold up, old heads
Said I thought more like a leader than a soldier
Back in the days never no heat thought shit was cool
Food cat personified even went to school

Learned wild shit made me feel kinda live
Off of nothin' with this bullshit 9 to 5
I stayed broke made me easier to provoke
Ready to yoke the first muthafucka that joked

Same dude with the hard bottom went from laid back
To locked out from talk it over to T, I shot him
Ready to perish all the shit you cherish
Leave you the wettest I got a you die first, fetish

I can recall helpin' old chicks across the street
Now I help myself liftin' cats off they feet
Can't give a fuck, nigga, I just lost my moms
Why I need to feel something steel in both my arms?

I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm back again

I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again back again
From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again back again

Geah, since y'all niggas don't like to think
I'ma make it real easy for y'all
You got three different types of nigga
First cat, as a youth is real wild

And for whatever reason he hit the money or whatever cooled out
You got one cat that's ghetto, grimy always remained ghetto
You know that type then you got one cat very smart young man
Everybody wanted him to be a lawyer doctor, whatever
Pressure drove him crazy, he wiled out, ha geah

Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again
Back again, biotch

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Hot Sex - Lyrics - The Love Movement - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Hot Sex
Album: The Love Movement
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): M Taylor, Ali S Mohammed, J Davis

Lyric:
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter

Ayo, who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from
Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some
But that pop is non cypher, no can do
And if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crew

And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I'm not lawn doctor so just step off with the hoe
Oops, my mistake I didn't know you went with her
Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her

Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
Heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter
But back to the subject you can't catch wreck
You must get respect to earn respect

Suckers think they could herb me 'cuz know I where specks
You're full of jokes, but you, your name ain't Flex
I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable
You think you're all that but you're girl's quite do-able

Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me
I'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not Mr. Softee
Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start

Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter

Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk
I'm the undercover brother, dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggaz, step back, it's the lyrical worker

The poems that I create ain't in paper back books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling 'cuz I dabble in the books
I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops

Yo, I gets the Pickens, I'm such a damn Dickens
If you step to this then the plot just thickens
I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
To me, you're just another MC on the log

A link in the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
See, I can't maintain, especially if you come back
I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah, I can do that

I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
'Cuz when I get done, I have her strung on bones
It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme

My title is locked, the abstract poetic
I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear 'cuz it's evident and clear
That I will rock, rock, rock

Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter

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It'S Gonna Rain - Lyrics - Kelly Price

Title: It'S Gonna Rain
Artist: Kelly Price
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

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Lyric:
Somethin' that you must know
(Mmm)
There's somethin' that you must know
(I've been waitin' on you)
It's somethin' that you must know
(Come on in)
It's somethin' that you must know
(And stay for a while)

There is somethin' that you must know
(Can I talk to you)
There is somethin' that you must know
(Say what's on my mind)
Here is somethin' that you must know
(Ooh, boy)
I'ma tell ya, I'ma tell ya, I'ma tell ya
(Ooh, listen to me)

There's somethin' in my soul ain't right
I can't sleep at night
Wonderin' when the change gon' come
I'm feelin' that I'm not the only one

Tell me when I turn you off
Doctor say it's not my fault
All the neighbors stop and stare
My pastor says to stay in prayer

It will rain
(Oh, ho)
There'll be pain
(Only for a little while)
Trouble will come
(Yeah, they will)
Understand
(Ooh)

Count it on joy
(You gotta count)
Mornin' will come
(After the rain)
The sun will shine
(Yeah, yeah)
Keep your head high
(Mmm, uh-huh)

I can't believe the way you talk
Seems you wanna call it off
Friends see you treatin' me like dirt
What happened to 'Better or for worse'

I need answers
(Can you tell me)
Too much pressure
(Too, too much, too bad)
I don't understand you
(Oh, whoa, whoa)
Do I really miss you
(Said it will)

It will rain
(Yeah, yeah)
There'll be pain
(But only for a little while)
Trouble will come
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Understand
(Count it on)

Count it on joy
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mornin' will come
(After the darkness)
The sun will shine
(Sun will shine)
Keep your head high
(Yeah)

Oh, I've tried
(Tried to leave you)
But, I
(Boy, I love you)
I can't let go
(Seems I can't let go)
Oh, whoa
Oh, oh, oh, whoa

I don't ever wanna lose my baby
But this pain just drives me crazy
Feels like I'm goin' insane
But I gotta be strong 'cause it will rain

It will rain
(Some times there will be pain)
There'll be pain
(Some times troubles will come)
Trouble will come
(Oh well, you gotta)
Understand
(Oh, count it on joy)

Count it on joy
(Oh, yeah)
Mornin' will come
(After the rain)
The sun will shine
(So keep your head up)
Keep your head high
('Cause God will take care of you)

It will rain
(Oh, yes, he will)
There'll be pain
(Some times there will be pain)
Trouble will come
(Oh, whoa, ho)
Understand
(Count it on joy)

Count it on joy
(Oh, ho)
Mornin' will come
(After the rain it will)
The sun will shine
(The sun will shine)
Keep your head high
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

It will rain

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Beasts From The East - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Beasts From The East
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Roosevelt Harrell, Bob James, Terrence Kelly, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Yo we come through like balls seem as nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up three eighty and my stash for protection
Family is raged the world is acting crazy

I never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I scrambled
On point like a knife I'm taking life as a gamble
Living in the rotten apple yo where every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten

Now my main wife dead as shaded bricks
Official lost boyz since the year of '86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican queens fashion

You think you can fuck around but kid you're just thinking
It's over when I'm sober imagine when I'm drinking
Without blinking man I'll tear your crew like pages
I'll rip you from the backyard park chances stays it

A plus the lyrically superb one spittin' rhymes
From the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
Rotten shit make the opposite team call the time out
Knockin' niggas three times my size out

The crowd loves me so when I ain't around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money I get up in that ass money
The fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me

I leave crews fed up like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock
I speak out my voice rocks peak out of one hundred watts

Who wanna cipher I get dumb
Word to my Mother the Father the Holy Ghost and rev run
When the source set it down I'm inner serviced
To cop the kind of verses that average emcees seem to worship

My style is lookin' milking magnesia clutch divide speeding bust
The more the merrier secure the area
My life familiar is ultimate superior
We don't don't jack cars we jack for air craft carriers

I bounce like trampolines when I be blowing the feces to pieces
Hymn 'em like sewing machines and Jesus
When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my point camarro
I get punished like Pharrow for splittin'

You're better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas
Because I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment
The president of chicken head conventions
I give you a deluxe Klu Klux legend

I got a headache from the stress success not wearing a vest
Five eleven for being dirty and quarts of nine thirty
Yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call police
She tried swallowing a nine piece
Forgot the warrantee on false teeth

I return like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
Assault and battery like my palms was ever ready
Sharp as machetes matter of fact I slap for cognac

Canibus brings the sickest drama
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
Playing with the mic is something I wont do

My only concern when I approach you is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you defeating

Niggas like Segal Steven putting emcees in
Positions to prevent them from breathing
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers

What's the matter with y'all I splatter y'all
Against the mutha fuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle
I go on and on like Erykah Badu



A hundred times nicer than the best is
Twice as African as KRS is who wanna test this
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill I got aids scared to catch me
All that shit you poppin' will stop when I put you in a headlock
And apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin' noggin'

I grab mics and push niggas to the left
So fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis is that nobody can see this
Lyrical genius I got it sown like a seamstress

But if you want to battle I'm down
If you got nine lives l'll take eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive then you can cover your scar with a beard

I'm the illest from queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who ain't feeling my shidit can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
More than 50 bars per minute 'cause you ain't in lyrical fitness

Kicken boring raps with metaphors thats wack
All of y'all mutha fuckas need nordatrack
To get ya weight up fuckin' with Canibus you get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up just for bringing my name up

Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age
Back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
Before honest abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves

I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin' lifted
Stickin' dick to eve before she was Adams mistress
Before Christ created Christmas I been in lyrical fitness
The canibus is spitten till he's spitless

50 bars of total sickness you won't forget this
I'm putten every wack emcee alive on my shit list
Verbally vicious telekenetically gifted
Took you a minute to exhibit that I'm sick wit it

Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit
Going once going twice sold to that nigga name Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks a plus and funk doctor
Hopping out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya

Go home in deff squad 907 nigga

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Wu Banga 101 - Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

Title: Wu Banga 101
Album: Supreme Clientele
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Gary Grice, J Hunter, R Bean, D Hill, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles

Lyric:
Back, back, back, back

Yo, too advanced, digi' stance, made the cd enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the beez they swarm
Hold up the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall

Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic
Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the plastic
See the logo a monument in hip-hop
Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare

Heard the wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My clan a make me rhyme like d. banner under pressure
No surprise, double disc touched five
Those elements, kept environments colonized
With the high flyin' death-defyin' flow like the rebel
Right there, but you're one light year, from my level

Uh-huh yeah yo check it yo
Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine
Slapped the pastor, didn't know pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue Bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh rev ain't right, his church ain't right

Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit

Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs
Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all occasions
Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas gobbles White House
Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups
Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out
No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow
Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you
The way we lamp, fans come and get you

Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at
The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack
Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do
It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo
Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips
Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash
Alcatraz cats roll out fast

Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it we just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at
Fakin' the real like, damn I can't stand Cappa

Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us like we heard about you
Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue
Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through
That shit, fatter than all y'all niggaz outfits
We the glitch like Y2K catch the ball when it drop, guns pop
Y'all have a nice day

Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible
His remarkable armor is supreme

Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin' you shot
Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
I'm Ghost faced up, military style down
Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest

Skip to the intro, rap through po'
Smashed a fresh ball of wax Ceasar
Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista
Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin' trunks
Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice
Catch the moment, fund raiser at will, work with the homeless
Polish diamond edge, Flintstones shit, sealed in a comb pick

Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights
Too bright Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors
Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't
Exile he no longer in the hood bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding into hoax roses tied to bombs on posts
On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back, back, back, back

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