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Monday, August 23, 2010

End Of The Season - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: End Of The Season
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Winter time is coming
All the sky is gray
Summer birds aren't singing
Since you went away

Since you've been gone, end of the season
Winter is here, close of play
I get no kicks walking down Saville Row
There's no more chicks left where the green grass grows

And I know that winter is here, end of the season
My reason's gone, close of play
I just can't mix in all the clubs, I know
Now Labour's in, I have no place to go

You're on a yacht near an island in Greece
Though you are hot, forget me not
I will keep waiting until your return
Now you are gone, end of the season

Winter will come any day
Back in the scrub on a wet afternoon
Down in the mud, dreaming of flowers in June
End of the season, end of the season

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Handle The Vibe - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Handle The Vibe
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Toni Colandreo, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
(Clapping your hands)
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
(Clapping your hands)
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
(Clapping your hands)
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
(Clapping your hands)

As we ride
By the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe

Pedal to the medal we see blue light
They wanted to get rip fuckin' wit my sawed off
Polish it all down till it replenish
Soon as I'm finished my pistol get jealous especially 357 me punish you

Buck at me bangin' wit your magnum for
You crept and you came and shit changed
M 11's grenades and them AK-47's bang
Nigga what you sayin' you came and you went

Now bet on the real it's all the way to the bank and you think
Fin to get that gangster getting a demon you can conjure up and see
If we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus
He done creeping deep puttin' those to sleep
Till I raise up on my enemies

Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt and 400 years of oppression
Spread the message I ain't finished diminished you so called critics
And fuck them billboard and the billboard status me kick it
You fucked up for a while up outta the town but that was a trial

Man and I don't know how style through with them crowds and now
I got to kick it breakin' new ground wantin' my people to gather around
Remember the sound of the rounds came from my town
That only a bitch would bite that we can't allow

And they won't claim my style ready to beat you down
Hittin' them tombstones
(Sellin' volumes)
Getting in costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli
Pinnin' my pistol steady ready
Buck them flames aim for the pressure point
And a point where I break your hand in nigga yeah

I beg your pardon my nigga but how do you know me
I roll in your city and people be pinnin me yo but some nigga just told me
He put in your record and you was disrespecting off the T-O-P
Should've put him in his coffin now go seek 'em and found pow pow

Put him in the river now nigga who wild wild
What incredible style that's what you was thinkin'
When you tried to get it down
We see that you fuck with a daily crowd so nigga just turn your ass out

Whenever you ready to rumble my nigga just meet us outside of the club
Ready to slang slugs nigga done got to drunk and forgot that we claim MO' nigga this shit is ridiculous
Just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us

Buck you to hell it was nigga you down with us
Nigga you scared when a St. Clair nigga bust
Aw Fuck left his guts in my trunk
Nigga tried a 211 fucked around got 187

Niggas wit heat who could it be nobody but them thugs with artillery
We come in peace nigga please freeze
Put 'em on they knees nigga don't even breathe and these
Are the warriors killas destroyin' ya you're gonna die

As we ride
By the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe

The hatin' season ceasing agree
Nigga let this be the reason
Niggas from Cleveland fin to get even
Steven stopping you bitches from breathing

Time is up you know you can't cop
That thugs who rap fin to put down payments
Criminal mind state of lyricist wanna test us nigga hear this
My niggas are down with the murder mo

Real thuggas and killas that claim
I'm ready to win it my nigga
Now bet it be ripped to the finish everyday be the same
But artillery shop stackin' bone got heat for Armageddon

Ready for the war all day want action playa hation steadily spray 'em
Hit 'em with the buck buck bang my nigga this shit don't stop
The government all on my dick wanna see little Lay Bone drop
You see the policeman they give me no break

Fin to rest in peace when they try to send me up state no thanks
I got mo money up outta the bank these niggas are stackin our rocks
Refuse the peace and nevertheless
Then you can roll with the bone so come on

When all goes down when all goes down you can count on me
'Cause I got Mo thugs Bone thugs N Harmony and that's my calvary
If you ride with Bone you ain't alone nigga trust us
Follow me down these wicked streets I grew up on wanna sound like us

Ain't nothing to do we come for you kiss mommy bye bye you gone die
And I got heat for every heat you bring you shoot we shoot
Better watch out watch out for them thugsta thugsta niggas
Sneakin' up on you, I told you it's comin' Armageddon
(It's comin Armageddon)

New world order
(New world order)
If we get our shit together Bitches ain't nothin' we none
Make this shit on the streets for you to know to know
We gettin' our shit together
Better get your shit together 'cause when you go you go you go

As we ride
By the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Ravishing - Lyrics - Bonnie Tyler

Title: Ravishing
Artist: Bonnie Tyler
Composer(s): Jim Steinman

Lyric:
When the sun is burning out
And the night is pouring in
Now is the time to run, run boy
Now is the time to hide

There's nobody out on the beach
There's nobody down in the woods
We're gonna do it alone
We're gonna do it outside

And I can feel the air, it's sticking to our skin so tight
And I can feel there's something in this air tonight
l really got it bad, tonight I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad but it's still so good, so good
That I got it at all and it was

Ravishing and I love to see the moonlight
See it shimmer down my dress
It's so ravishing and the wind is like a finger
Tracing patterns on your chest
You're so ravishing

This is the season that we make our move
This is the season we've got something to prove
And this is the season I've got something to lose
Oh, it's now or it's never so now and forever, we're

Ravishing, ravishing, oh
Ravishing, ravishing, oh
Ravishing, ravishing, oh
It's all right, we'll be ravishing each other
Till the end of this endless night
It's all right, so right, it's all right, so right

If an angel broke his wings
Would he come to you for parts
I need a couple of wings boy, boy
I need a reason to soar

If the devil lost his fire could he count on you for sparks
There's something we ought to try now
We ought to try it some more
Than anything I ever wanted was to see the light

And there's a chance that we'll be glowing in the dark tonight
I really got it bad, tonight I really got it bad
Tonight I really got it bad
But it still felt good, so good, just to get it at all and it's so

Ravishing
And I can't believe the way the stars are shooting through your hair
You're so ravishing
And it's just my luck tonight I don't have anything to wear
We're so ravishing

This is the season that we make our move
This is the season we've got something to prove
This is the season I've got something to lose
And all we ever really needed was

Ravishing, ravishing, oh
Ravishing, ravishing, oh
Ravishing, ravishing, oh
It's all right, we'll be ravishing each other
Till the end of this endless
Ravishing each other
Till the end of this endless night
It's all right, so right, it's all right, so right
All right

Ravishing, ravishing, ravishing, ravishing, ravishing

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Oh Teacher - Lyrics - Eaten Alive - Diana Ross

Title: Oh Teacher
Album: Eaten Alive
Artist: Diana Ross
Composer(s): Maurice Gibb, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb

Lyric:
Every season of my life
People say it, she go far
I exceeded what was needed
Don't you wanna know, what I came here for

Turn the lights way down
I will find you somewhere in the dark
I'm lying with you, you're lying with me
I wanna to show you what I know so far

By doing it right
I'm working on my design
I'm making love with a friend of mine
I won't [Incomprehensible] start

Oh teacher, you get the test of my love
No matter what you learn
Oh teacher, you got the best time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Oh teacher, you made me study all night
After the end of term
Oh teacher, you've got the first time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Walk, think, act as the book to you defines
Reach out for the one you love
It may be someone you left behind

You're the reason that I breathe
You're the savior of my nights
I'll never let you out of sight

You're gonna be mine, I've got a wider range
We keep the system but the rules may change
My lips are wetter, I do it better
And if you let me I will help you grow
Baby, don't say no

Oh teacher, you get the test of my love
No matter what you learn
Oh teacher, you've got the best time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Oh teacher, you made me study all night
After the end of term
Oh teacher, you've got the first time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Talk, move, smile do it right, we know the way
Watch out for the danger lies
In any game that you wanna play
In any game

Oh teacher, you get the test of my love
No matter what you learn
Oh teacher, you've got the best time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Oh teacher, you made me study all night
After the end of term
Oh teacher, you've got the first time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Oh teacher, teacher
Until the end of term
Oh teacher, teacher the first time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned
Oh teacher

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Oh Teacher - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: Oh Teacher
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Gibb, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb

Lyric:
Every season of my life
People say it, she go far
I exceeded what was needed
Don't you wanna know, what I came here for

Turn the lights way down
I will find you somewhere in the dark
I'm lying with you, you're lying with me
I wanna to show you what I know so far

By doing it right
I'm working on my design
I'm making love with a friend of mine
I won't [Incomprehensible] start

Oh teacher, you get the test of my love
No matter what you learn
Oh teacher, you got the best time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Oh teacher, you made me study all night
After the end of term
Oh teacher, you've got the first time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Walk, think, act as the book to you defines
Reach out for the one you love
It may be someone you left behind

You're the reason that I breathe
You're the savior of my nights
I'll never let you out of sight

You're gonna be mine, I've got a wider range
We keep the system but the rules may change
My lips are wetter, I do it better
And if you let me I will help you grow
Baby, don't say no

Oh teacher, you get the test of my love
No matter what you learn
Oh teacher, you've got the best time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Oh teacher, you made me study all night
After the end of term
Oh teacher, you've got the first time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Talk, move, smile do it right, we know the way
Watch out for the danger lies
In any game that you wanna play
In any game

Oh teacher, you get the test of my love
No matter what you learn
Oh teacher, you've got the best time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Oh teacher, you made me study all night
After the end of term
Oh teacher, you've got the first time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned

Oh teacher, teacher
Until the end of term
Oh teacher, teacher the first time, the last time
But this time you're gonna get burned
Oh teacher

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Beyond The Horizon - Lyrics - Modern Times - Bob Dylan

Title: Beyond The Horizon
Album: Modern Times
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan, Wilhelm Grosz, Jimmy Kennedy

Lyric:
Beyond the horizon, behind the sun
At the end of the rainbow life has only begun
In the long hours of twilight 'neath the stardust above
Beyond the horizon it is easy to love

I'm touched with desire
What don't I do?
Through flame and through fire
I'll build my world around you

Beyond the horizon in the Springtime or Fall
Love waits forever for one and for all

Beyond the horizon, across the divide
'Round about midnight, we'll be on the same side
Down in the valley the water runs cold
Beyond the horizon someone prayed for your soul

My wretched heart is pounding
I felt an angel's kiss
My memories are drowning
In mortal bliss

Beyond the horizon, at the end of the game
Every step that you take, I'm walking the same

Beyond the horizon, the night winds blow
The theme of a melody from many moons ago
The bells of St. Mary, how sweetly they chime
Beyond the horizon I found you just in time

It's dark and it's dreary
I've been pleading in, in vain
I'm wounded and I'm weary
My repentance is plain

Beyond the horizon
O'er the treacherous sea
I still can't believe that you
Have set aside your love for me

Beyond the horizon, 'neath crimson skies
In the soft light of mornin' I'll follow you with my eyes
Through countries and kingdoms, and temples of stone
Beyond the horizon, right down at the bone

It's the right time of the season
Someone there always cared
There's always a reason
Why someone's life has been spared

Beyond the horizon
The sky is so blue
I've got more than a lifetime
To live lovin' you

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Good Life - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Good Life
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Tyrus Hines, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge, Mike Mosley

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin' for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was
Picture a nigga on the verge of livin' insane
I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang

Now, tell if I'm wrong
But sayin, "Fuck the world", got you deeper in my songs
Drinkin' 'til I earl, spendin' money 'til it's gone
It's the good life, maybe niggaz got it goin' on

Now, maybe if I died and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack
Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped
Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch
Bad boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin' this

Lord, have mercy it's a slaughter
So wicked that my tracks is wettin' niggaz like it's water
I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights
But I'm a baller, now, nigga, I live the good life

This is the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust them hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die, see

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

No one knows what the, future holds
But you ha, ha, listen close
They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind
Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind
My after time is narrow, peepin' down the barrel of a foe
Just a nigga or a killer, I don't know so

Who makes the call, will I fall a victim like the rest?
Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone
Send me home all alone in these cold streets
In desperation constantly drinkin' and I can't sleep

Neck deep strugglin' tryin' to survive
Some wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize
Let me modify this whole region
I declare this sucker duckin' season, give me the reason

Why I should change, into a softie
After living so loftily
It cost me my soul, out of control in a Devil's world
Me, my niggaz, and my girl, livin' the good life

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life that's 'cause thug niggaz don't die

I spend my days and nights not knowin' if, strays in flight
Gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me?
Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up
Last night, we off the hook, doin' way too much
But it's the fast lane only, big dealin', big ceiling
All for the money, some kill some squeal

All for the money, most ain't even real
But we still call 'em homies, now, what the fuck is that?
Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game
I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain

Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin'
Better start to get to runnin' 'fore my click get to gunnin'
Still in the midst of all the stress and pain
I'm still tryin' to get a hold of the game, livin' that good life

We live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

Uh, we live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't die

Uh, we live the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life 'cause thug niggaz don't, uh

This is the good life, fuck my foes
God bless the dumb niggaz that trust these hoes
Found a way to stack money, guaranteed to rise
And live the good life that's 'cause thug niggaz don't die

Good life

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Say Goodbye - Lyrics - Behind The Front - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Say Goodbye
Album: Behind The Front
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Jaime Gomez, William Adams, Michael Oliver, Kevin Feyen, Allan Pineda, Brian Lapin

Lyric:
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'

Nineteen-ninety-two and, you and I were fightin'
LAPD beatings got the whole world frontin'
My man Rodney King, the Reginald Deeney
You could look for justice but I bet you won't find any

Because people getting beatin', news keep repeatin'
Chaos and anger, just surely peakin'
Yo everybody's runnin', some of them are gunnin'
Avalanche the block, feel the anger, wantin' something

'Cause some of them were frontin', they didn't know the reason
Emotion in the end made it feel like revolution
And yeah, yeah, you can yell out your brains
I tell you right now, we got eight years of chains

So hurry up because I'm runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, what? Runnin' out of time

Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'

Nineteen-ninety-seven, reduction of a nation
The government is slayin', new laws is what you're facin'
Next comes the clonin', they're makin' new creation
Secretly forming soldiers of you and they station

No more free education on former segregation
Politics's about affirmative activation
So make a run for the border, caught by the deporter
The immigration caught you, but you got to leave your daughter

We are slowly being slaughtered
So be prepared for the new world order
Yeah, yeah, you can yell out your brains
I tell you right now, you got three years to chains

So hurry up because I'm runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, what? Runnin' out of time

Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'

Year two-thousand, what's it really holdin'
Or is it really right, live beyond what you're knowing
Or is it that technology is what keeps on going?
Could it be that the end of time is what I'm showing?
I don't see any grass growin'
Everything's conquered, we're running out of land

And goddamn yo, I'm runnin' out of clip
I'm almost out of time, runnin' out of damn, I'm almost out of time

We could all try now but just look up in the sky
We ain't got no ozone left, we are gonna die
Crime and corruption, is the only season
Is it 'cause the reason is that we out of time

Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'

Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'

[Incomprehensible]

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Rhythm Of Life - Lyrics - Misguided Roses - Edwin Mccain

Title: Rhythm Of Life
Album: Misguided Roses
Artist: Edwin Mccain
Composer(s): Kenny Greenberg, Edwin Mccain, Matt Rollings

Lyric:
The rhythm of life, Heaven withstanding
And smiling we're all swept away
The rhythm of life is not so demanding
As some caught in narrows would say

Fragile as ships as we pass through Gibraltar
The sirens have long given way
Dark as the murky graveyard of sailors
Whispering secrets told in the crashing waves

The beating of hearts set walls to trembling
The power of silence persuades
The stumbling feet they stagger predestined
We all end up wild eyed and crazed

And from that madness most jaded of vision
Reflections of horror invade
Running and falling relinquish your venom
The antidote surely will cause your affliction to fade

How little we know of what we are blessed with
Our shimmering island it turns
How little we look at what we see clearly
Of tragedy's lessons not learned

Sleeping through classes, we'll make it up later
There's still so much time left to go
Misguided roses, we bloom in October
'Merging triumphant in time for the season's first snow

The rhythm of life, how little we know of the
The rhythm of life, how little we know of the
The rhythm of life, how little we know of the
The rhythm of life, how little we know of the

The rhythm of, the beating of
The rhythm of, the beating of
Rhythm of life

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Murkin Season - Lyrics - The Real Testament - Plies

Title: Murkin Season
Album: The Real Testament
Artist: Plies
Composer(s): Romero Graham, Ronell Levatte, Algernod L Washington, Henson Willingham

Lyric:
Ey, I'd like to welcome all you motherfuckers man
To the home of the goons,where the grave yards over crowded
And where chopperz is a must

You caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing
100 wholes in your ass with your body leaking
Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, nigga for a reason
'Cause down here we in the middle of murking season

Stay on your porch nigga if you ain't ready to make a shake
'Cause this the home of the bodies, check the murder rate
Money and ski's is the only, that'll be the murder case
So you better kill him if you don't want him at your court date

If you comin' you better come with 'em choppers and don't fake
'Cause if you bullshit, you're the one that's getting erased
This niggaz murikin' out pussy niggaz in broad day
Where-ever you get caught slippin' at that's where you lay

And like they say nigga no face, no case
As long as these goons are lurkin' these streets ain't safe
The more rounds you shoot nigga the less aim it takes
It's murkin' season so you pussies better stay out the way

Murkin' season don't end, this shit year round
It ain't never drop, murkin' season never slow down
It's impossible to many choppers floating around
These young niggaz they sick with it on that 4 pound

Lil cuzin' 12 and all he talking is murkin' now
Old lady said she got woke up by that chopper sound
Say she got on her bed and laid back down
From what I heard 'em crackers fired 120 rounds

4 motha fuckin' dead bodies laying on the ground
Niggaz bettin' on it now, who goin' get off first?
Running your fuck box better, what how you choose your words

That nigga sending threats pussy, you got a lot of nerves
Niggaz would leave your motherfuckin' brains on the burb
This ain't the 80's dawg, niggaz getting murked
Everywhere you turn you see dead niggaz ono t-shirts
Everytime I pass by the grave yard I see a herse

Not respecting these streets is what got you niggaz fucked
That oussy nigga ain't about it, he just know how to bring tongue
Runnin' your dick, suckin' lips would get you chopped up

I know plenty niggaz like you that done got touched
You talking loud 'cause you got a chopper nigga that ain't enough
I know 100 niggaz that got choppers but only few would bust
You got the mouth of a killa but you ain't got the guts

You got the front game down packed but you ain't got the nuts
You probably got off before but you ain't wack nothing
This the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real
Trying to impress a mothafucker would get you nigga killed
Murking season is official, now this shit for real

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Still Standing - Lyrics - Dirty South Classics - Goodie Mob

Title: Still Standing
Album: Dirty South Classics
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, D Sheats, T Burton, W Knighton, R Barnett

Lyric:
This for the soldiers, soldiers
Stay strong my niggaz
Gangsters, players
Stay up my niggaz, real niggaz

Leavin' the cut in a rage
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my 12 gauze
One of my boys just got shot, huh
Fuckin' around, in that million dollar spot

A educated brother didn't have no money for college he was taught
The street knowledge, part of the plan
To keep us fightin' in the street
Instead of becomin' a strong black man

Every two weeks I see Sam
Pitchin' out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Because I gotta make my dough
My kill, rocked down, 'til I started seein' cash flow

Everything happens for a reason, choose the season
To commit the perfect treason
Who brought me to the land, of unfree man?
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens

Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat, to Milledgeville
Nigga this real, how can you kill another
When it's your brother? Still standing

I never thought about, talked about what I did
Just experimented life as a young Gump
Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'
Spendin' hours at the house in my favorite chair

Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck
Feelin' stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary
If I ever had to plot again, needin' my stick
Yeah, gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew?

Nothin' else to prove, fold a plot like chrome
Salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room
Speed, Gipp got that too
Watch that dude, inspect that fool, still standing

Unscathed, cause this is pain
This for soldiers to feel
MC's, are running out of things to say
Radio stations are running out of songs to play

Still standing, unscathed, 'cause of pain
This for soldiers to feel
MC's, are running out of things to say
Radio stations are running out of songs to play

On the sick side, of South Central
33rd Avenue, block 600
Workers have wash and car details
The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale

Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up
What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered
They besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB, run the creeps

Y'all can have the streets, asphalt caught many suckers
Slippin' on wet floors, we puttin' out the signs
On krokers, C I T Y, such a pity
Bein' suckled dry, like a newborn

On his momma's titty before I retired I hit twenty
True to cellulite with big room pesquite on the porch
Poundin', like cartoon Ennis, old school efforts
Through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin'

Zoned out, off the ink, for life
Goin through time and metal detectors
I can't take my weapon
And I can't be no dope dealer

'Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up
With them keys, locked in the fo'-do'
Backseat drivers havin' out-of-body experiences
Wakin up, somewhere else, still standing

Yeah, each and every element that exists in this
Universe is manifested from a thought first
Through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky
Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and I

This most loved invention, my consciousness is an extension
Of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my own
To dig deeper than the surface, whether I learn
From your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose

It's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising
Of children who end up dead before hearing what you said
And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had
Interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and pad

It seems like abortion, when I just write a small portion
It's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born
Young minded, and blinded in those days, I didn't want to
Have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for

Be there for, help prepare for, the times ahead
When someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh
And if they did, don't get all arrogant 'cause that's my kid
Just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstood

Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it grow
Clever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo'
And I'll make sure that no one ever forgets
It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and cassettes

And when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten
The life cycle starts all over again
And I was granted this music as my soul mate, to procreate
And give back what I was given, a life worth livin'

And I, am still standing, unscathed
Pain is for suckers to feel
MC's are running out of things to say, and
radio stations running out of songs to play, shit!

We still standing, unscathed
And pain is for suckers to feel, huh
And MC's running out of things to say

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Friday, August 6, 2010

The Infamous Date Rape - Lyrics - The Low End Theory - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: The Infamous Date Rape
Album: The Low End Theory
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Diane Lampert, Nat Adderley, Kamaal Fareed, J Davis, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Peter Farrow, Julian Adderley, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
Classic, classic
Classic example of a, a date rape
Classic example of a, a date rape
Classic example of a, a date rape
Classic example of a, a date rape

Listen to the rhyme, it's a black date fact
Percentile rate of date rape is fat
This is all true to the reason of the skeezin'
You got the right pickin' but you're in the wrong season

If you're in the wrong season, that means you gotta break
Especially if a squad tries to cry out rape
You be all vexed 'cuz she got it goin' on
You don't wanna fight becuz you know that you're wrong

So instead you rest your head on the arm of the couch
Envision in your head of a great sex bout
Worthy opponent, all you wanna do is bone it
You ask can you kick it, she says you can't stick

This is the case, the situation is sticky
Should you try to kiss or head towards the hickey
Not even, you can ask Steven
If the vibe ain't right, huh, ya leavin'

Hit the road Jack and all of that
But if she offers her abode, to drop ya load
Right smack dab in the middle
Get the kitten, I got crazy tender vittles

Uh huh, you know the science, you get buckwild
Runnin' mad games, as if your name was Scott Skiles
Or better yet Magic or even Karl Malone
Regardless who it is, your aim is to bone

If she tries to front, then you start to dis her
If she's with the program, that's when you start to kiss her
Might as well get to the point, no time to waste
Might as well break the ice, then set the pace

You start to talk nasty, now she's ready to bone
Step out of the shower, throw on cologne
All of a sudden, her sugarwalls tumble down like Jericho
She's hotter than Meshach, Shadrach and Abendego

You listen to After 7, break fool after 10
Do your thing at 12 o'clock and when you go again
There goes round 1, ding, there goes round two
Now tell me what the fuck are you supposed to do
What do you know, when the meow is completed
Girly girl cried rape, yo, I didn't really need it

Sweetheart, we ain't goin' out like that
Sweetheart, we ain't goin' out like that
Sweetheart, we ain't goin' out like that zulu
We ain't goin' out like that zulu
We ain't goin' out like that

Now baby bust it, if you wanna groove
Me and you can do it, it will be the move
I won't cry over spilled milk
If you won't let me take you to the Hilt

I don't wanna bone you that much
That I would go for the unforbidden touch
I'm not the type that would go for that
I'll have to fetch a brand new cat

Baby, baby, baby, I don't wanna be rude
But I know because of your bloody attitude
I know why you act that way
It usually happens on the 28th day

I respect that crazily
When you're done with the past, can you come check me?
This ain't a joint to disrespect you
Because one head ain't better than two
Check it out

It's a classic example of a, a date

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Communication - Lyrics - Behind The Front - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Communication
Album: Behind The Front
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): William Adams, Kevin Feyen, Mike Fratantuno, Terence Graves, Allan Pineda

Lyric:
An introduction to a rapid ray Will explode like grenade
Check the medical aid 'cos the way that we parade the fade
Any MC that claims that they can be
Tend the mic when we strike precisely

We freak the level with the funk from the inner
Heaven, give me inner, black as I present a
Flock a rhyme that rock you off an ass
Powerful, power flows that'll leave your soul paralyzed

Yo, I respect that you be G in, in
It's the return of MC in, in
Yo, thank God for the season, on
And don't be tryin' to think about a reason

'Cos there is no reason for you to front
We create cuts to give you what you want
Activate communication for the world
Shockin' your mind with rhymes

Doin' it like what AP, like this here
Rockin' it like what AP, like this here
Flippin' it like what AP, like this here
Doin' it like what AP, like this here, yeah

We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down

We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down

Can I get a "Ha" from my brothers that be chillin' downtown?
"Ho" for the people that be in it what we do
"Yo" check it out 'cos we black and positive
I suck in negative from you

I got many rhymes format from the back of the brain
Interludin' with the powerful matter scatter your frame
You fallin', yo check out what we do
We be all in on the microphone never stallin'

Rhythm is my ride for the voyage of the mind
Exclusive rhyme pattin' us for what we design
I am my own Picasso when I roll
Rhymin' is my art for my heart and soul

We positive when MC in, in
Break bounce with the new blend, end
Original 'til the end, end
Sittin' it all for no reason

They fell off at the attempt to elevate
They try to duplicate the art that we create
So activate communication for the world
Shockin' your mind with rhymes

Doin' it like what Will, like this here
Rockin' it like what Will, like this here
Shockin' 'em like what Will, like this here
Rockin' it like what Will, yo, yo, it's like this here, yeah

We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down

We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down

We goin' worldwide, across the nation
Now that we've activated our communication
Wantin' demonstration, ask the activator
Before one more walk a meter, funky motivator

And I be the Will, APL from the Phil
We contain the hipnotical skill that'll kill
You dealin' with the GREAT
Black Eyed Peas guy, hella in a G

'Cause we holler in an energetic motion
With the potion I supply
Applyin' to the beat that Alligator you combine
With me and my crew incredibly and super spectacular

With the rhyme one two
One two to the beat, hop
You can't defeat
BEP's production always complete
With this sounds activate online
And I'm on time to motivate your mind

Well, I respect that you be G in, in
It's the return of MC in, in
Yo, thank God for the season, on
Sittin' there off of no reason

We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down

We do it, do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down
We do it upside down

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Shit Is Real Pt. Iii - Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

Title: Shit Is Real Pt. Iii
Album: Loyalty
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Cartagena, S Harris

Lyric:
Slow motion, baby
Tell you what I see through these eyes
All we do is speak the truth, yeah
Shit is realla then real, yeah
Shit is realla then real, ain't it?

My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
They ride wit me
Would you cook pies wit me now, ya heard?

Lord, I keep hollerin', I hope You listenin'
How come I'm still stressed an' even though the squad's glistenin'?
Why You had to take Pun, someone so young?
Had so much more to live for, as real as they come

Dead man can't talk
That's why You're hearin' one side of the story
But did they tell You how he provided for forty?
Family members, grandmas to shorties
Even my seeds ate off the big homie

How could You deceive Your kids like that
Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack?
Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track
How could I just stand there an' not react?

An' I'm just about sick of all you sideline niggas
You know, do anythin' for the limelight niggas
I'm defendin' your honor, my brother from anotha Momma
I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you [Incomprehensible]

Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Just a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed

The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly
Same cat that'll spill you an' end up with your wifey
I've seen it all, that's why I've picked up the pen
To keep your boy from servin' life in the pen, ya heard?

Fuck the flu season, nowadays it's sue season
Can't even go to the clubs an' show my people love
'Coz soon as shit pop off an' niggas knuckle love
Niggas accusin' me of fuckin' 'em up

I'm like, "Hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?"
Part time live niggas, dabbelin' drugs
See a rapper think of a lucrative deal
But you'se a bitch if you choosin' to squeal

It's more than obvious, you don't know a thing about honor
But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about karma
As for me I stay being the realest
Admired by politicians, street thugs an' killers

I keep feedin' the street but the street feed back
Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks?
But never dat, see, I keep long money
An' if you lookin' for dat
You'll never see a cent from me, muthafucker

Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Just a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed

The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly
Same cat that'll spill you an' end up with your wifey
I've seen it all, that's why I've picked up the pen
To keep your boy from servin' life in the pen, ya heard?

Yo, I stay grindin', everybody counted me out
Now I'm rewindin' in my summer beach house
If I'm not in the studio, I'm out on tour
Bustin' my ass to make my fans' future secure

Nowadays everybody want somethin' for nothin'
All of a sudden niggas talkin' like, "Joey be frontin'"
The hood screamin', ?Crack done changed, he don't holla?
I know now Big, 'Mo Money Mo Problems'

Jealousy's a muthafucka
Who'd a thought the same niggas you be feedin'
Be the muthafuckaz comin' for ya?
I'm not stressin', I was born a warrior
Plus I'm too big, too wise, too strong for ya

When it's all said an' done, I follow my dreams
Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things
To let you know I'm the reason you still walkin'
If I said somethin' it was me, not the liquor talkin', muthafucka

Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Just a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed

The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly
Same cat that'll spill you an' end up with your wifey
I've seen it all, that's why I've picked up the pen
To keep your boy from servin' life in the pen, ya heard?

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Soul On Fire - Lyrics - Danzig - Danzig

Title: Soul On Fire
Album: Danzig
Artist: Danzig
Composer(s): Glenn Danzig

Lyric:
Angels fall to earth
World heats down, cool
Now your heart is cold
Waiting on the summer

Of my soul
Of my soul
Of my soul
Of my soul

Devil-girl you must burn
Burn at the touch of autumn's breath
Burn that heart of cold
Simmering in the Samhain

Of my soul

Gotta wait on the Samhain of my soul, yeah
Gonna bring your world down in fire

Angels fall to earth
World heats down
Oh, now you heart is cold
Waiting on the summer

Of my soul

Gotta wait on the Samhain of my soul, yeah
Gonna bring your world down in fire

Gotta wait on the Samhain of my soul, yeah
Gonna bring your world down in fire

Come wrap my love in your house of ice
Melt you down more than once or twice
Make you shake till the world aligns
See your body tremble with the blood on fire

'Cause the season in my veins will end your world
To the season of the flames you must pray and learn
Change all the things that you've ever seen
Change all vision, kill all endings

Gotta wait on the Samhain of my soul, ooh yeah
Gonna bring your world down in fire

Gotta wait on the Samhain of my soul, ooh yeah
Gonna bring your world down in fire

Gotta wait on the Samhain of my soul, ooh yeah
Gonna bring your world down in fire

Gotta wait on the Samhain of my soul, ooh yeah
Gonna bring your world down in fire

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

40 - Ring It - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - Ring It
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Anthony Douglas Gilmour, R Waller, Earl Stevens, Robert Lee Green, C Williams

Lyric:
Aight, what's really?
You hit my liker number
This Sick Wid It, Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep

Yeah, on my pager
What you say?
Oh yeah
Kick that shit then nigga

Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O A K
Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin' up a vay
Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize
About twomp a day, baby hit me frequently
Sneak, and forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been
All prepared, 'cause my nights is no day, the broad say
I last! 'Cause you six months
But I say, she pullin' a gang of major stunts

Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin' the do
Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two
In the area, dirt and dust
Where the yah! B.A. Plus
But ain't yo sista Suga-T? Suga-T
Ain't you the one that say sprinkle me, sprinkle me
I loves me some Forty-Ridah
I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin' your collar

I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin' funny
If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell
And leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone
You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home
My people goin off like a high school build
And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell

Mobbin' like a playa, but I'm still a G doe
Pager goin' off like C-3PO
Time for the Hurricane, E said word
I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

I be so rebel-yalous
When I'm talkin' on my phone-telyalous
You can have my baitch, but I maintain
I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game
She said you must be playin' some kind of phone tag
'Cause every time I hit you, you don't hit me back
Why is dat? 'Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with
Thought you thought, was killin' big girl was crackin' on some crabs

Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus
Due to go, left me at home be
Leavin' my ass up in the living room all alone
And I be starvin' rubbin' my monkey fiendin' for some Donkey Kong
Now you're talkin', let's get the show on the road
I know you're tired of barkin', you need to hop on my load
So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park
At the top of hill, so I can check your oil

I said ah one to the two ah two to two three, tell me why your
Baby momma keep on pagin' me, I didn't give the hoe the number
So why does she call, she says she wanna do me, and all of y'all
But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile
I'm sellin' my piece to these tricks 'cause it's the paper chase
Laced with game, see I'm livin' in the hustlers dream, call up a player
If it's major, especially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

Rang it, baby gimme a call
My name you're screamin', how I be hittin' them walls
You got me tinglin', how you be workin' them drawers
With a kiss I make 'em all say this, yeah that's raw
I glance your cut, bass we, big cheeks
With a blast headin' straight for the nut, big A&H
Got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season
Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up

Yo, you're 911ing me to death, what's all that fo'
Got my Williams and fillin' my pager and pager on the overflo'
What's happenin' with all that old bullshit is it really all that
Damn serious, You're draining the hell out of my battery
Got your partner thinkin' curious 'cause in the Y E A A R E A
The game ain't constipated, buckin' around in the Golden State where
The game originated, fools be scandalous they used to be squares
Be turnin' vicious, hit me on pager, hit me if it's major

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
Ring, ring, ring, ring it
Ring my telephone
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
You better ring my telephone

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Summer Dying Fast - Lyrics - Bitter Suites To Succubi - Cradle Of Filth

Title: Summer Dying Fast
Album: Bitter Suites To Succubi
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Dani Davey, Adrian Erlandsson, Robin Eaglestone, Martin F Powell, Paul James Allender, Gianpiero Piras

Lyric:
Through acrid clouds of summer flies
The garden swells with a thousand more wise
Forever flung to celestial dreams
Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene

I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name
The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change
Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die
The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise

Grinning winds of hate unfurled
Dash towers tall that grip the sun
Talons stretch her veil
Reclamation, our time has come

Autumn spreads its golden wings
And lays the path for those unseen
A tangled web of evil spun at last
Winter spawn from barren thighs
To readdress, to slay the blind
And throw the reins untethered to the skies

They pray to the full moon rising
Diana moving with such infinite grace
Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall
How many secrets can they read by your face?

Will they know of majesty
Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep?
And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?
Will their God of bridled love
Assuage our rule from planes above
Ar shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War

Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep
September prayers are waning burn the shrines of fettered sheep
Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end
We are what we are, what we shall be, again

Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin
Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in
Summer's dying

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Breathe (2 Am) - Lyrics - Wreck of the Day - Anna Nalick

Title: Breathe (2 Am)
Album: Wreck of the Day
Artist: Anna Nalick
Composer(s): Anna C Nalick

Lyric:
2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don't love him, winter just wasn't my season"

Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize
Hypocrites, you're all here for the very same reason

And ?cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl
So cradle your head in your hands

And breathe, just breathe
Oh breathe, just breathe

In May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a Day," he said down to the flask in his fist
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year"

Here in town you can tell he's been down for awhile
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles
Wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, boys
So cradle your head in your hands

And breathe, just breathe
Oh breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer
Inside of me threatening the life it belongs to

And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them however you want to

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand

And breathe, just breathe
Whoa breathe, just breathe
Oh breathe, just breathe
Oh breathe, just breathe

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