Escape In Music - Lyrics - Real Things - 2 Unlimited

Title: Escape In Music
Album: Real Things
Artist: 2 Unlimited
Composer(s): Phil Wilde, Jean Paul De Coster, Anita Dells, Peter Bauwens, Raymond Slijngaard

Lyric:
Sometimes you need to break away
Come on

Get on your feet now, and don't be lazy
Get on your feet now, and let's go crazy
There's sometimes you just need to get away
From the troubles and worries of every day
All you have to do, yeah, you know the trick
First escape in the music

Wow, ah ah, yeah come on! Hehh

I mark the spot when the floor gets hot
Creative enough, easy but tough
The life we living strange and rough
All these situations man, I've had enough
We have to escape in the music today
Take it from me dance floor filler Ray
We gotta get away, gotta disappear
So release your feet and lend me your ear

Wow yeah
Bang, bang in your face
Bang, bang in your face
Come on
Escape in music
Baby, yeah
Uh uh, yeah, come on

Once you're with the music, it becomes addiction
It fascinates like science fiction
You're on a joyride, the tempo ain't slow
Everybody knows that you got to go
All surrounded by musical notes
The mighty dance floor becomes a road
We gotta get away, we gotta disappear
3-2-1, I'm outta here

We gotta get away, gotta disappear

Don't be lazy, escape in music

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Squeeze Box - Lyrics - Laura Branigan

Title: Squeeze Box
Artist: Laura Branigan
Composer(s): Peter Townshend

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Lyric:
Mama's got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
When daddy comes home
He never gets no rest
'Cause she's playin' all night
And the music's alright

Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

Well, the kids don't eat
And the dog can't sleep
There's no escape from the music
In the whole damn street
'Cause she's playin' all night
And the music's alright

Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

She goes in and out and in and out
And in and out and in and out
She's playin' all night
And the music's alright

Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

She goes squeeze me
Come on and squeeze me
Come on and tease me like you do
I'm so in love with you

Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

She goes in and out and in and out
And in and out and in and out and in and out
'Cause she's playin' all night
And the music's alright

Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

You know that mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night

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Hip Hop Baby - Lyrics - Bone Brothers

Title: Hip Hop Baby
Artist: Bone Brothers
Composer(s): Dwayne Johnson, Edward Jr Hinson, Clifford N Branch, Stanley Howse, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

If it wasn't for my music, tell me where would I be, where would I be?
Probably standin' on the hot block, sellin' crack rock
Runnin' them streets, runnin' them streets
I say my music is my best friend, my confidant

I love the way we live as one together we the perfect bunch
Me and my radio doin' ninety on the freeway no other way to go
And I like to feel the rhythm, the beat be bumpin' don't it
And I love to give it to y'all because I know you want it

And if you feel like I feel you love the rhythm and blues
Reggae and jazz, and rock n' roll can be cool
But I'm a hip-hop baby, it's from the heart I never flip-flop baby
Gimme a drank and a song and I'll be stress free kickin' it all night long

It ain't nothin' like hip-hop music careful how you use it
And please don't abuse it when you do it music can keep the party
People dressin' up put your mind in a trans and keep you happy
Give it a chance come on, just flow with the music
Get blowed off with music

When I was thirteen I got the king
I had a dream to be one of the greatest musicians
In life so they remember when I die, I love, I love music
It's got me stayin' alive and if you took my mic right now
One thing you'll never do is take my love away
'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

Tossin' and turnin' I'm burnin' with different melodies, words
My niggaz tellin' me sellin' it to the world, been rappin'
Since the day I heard Rakim and Dana Dane, Doug E. Fresh
Slick Rick, always been a singer mayne

Late night foster home workin' on perfection
On selection of the songs that I heard was my erection
As for timing was my girl friend Lord of the rap
Said I'm the baddest mamma-jamma, half white and black

Had my babies to Jodeci, six with Serena, little Bri
Bone Bri, Miss Mo, and Shaniqua, little Trey-trey, Destiny
And plus Aaliyah and the newest one is Shelby
I can't wait 'til I see her

They are the music in my physical form since they was born
I been singin' with tears in my eyes as I perform for the whole world
Until I die like confucius tell the world my name is Brian
I'm in love with my music

'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, 'cause I'm a hip-hop baby
'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, 'cause I'm a hip-hop

Now everybody got that jam that make you get up, wanna boogie
To the beat now, and if it wasn't for the drums and the strings
And the lyrics that we sing what would life really mean now

Would it be just as fun, would you kick it the same, could you
Live with out it, could you still maintain? My thang is
Crank up the volume, because it helps me escape from my problems
'Til I solve 'em and I'm a solve 'em, it's all music, bone thug music

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

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You Must Be Crazy - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: You Must Be Crazy
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Hakeem T. Seriki, K. Jackson, D. Burke

Lyric:
Chamillionaire's so crazy
Look at the face of the media like you crazy
You thought I'd fall, I'm sorry dawg you crazy

Mirror, mirror on the wall, you are crazy
I wonder if it's still called memory loss
If you can't remember the last time you lost

Yeah, the only time I lose is when it's my memory
Haters comin' around here, talkin' about 'Remember me'
Nah amnesia, Cham leader apparently
You are just a follower now I'm about to set a speed

If they can't keep up with, no one ahead of me
Victory is just what I said that I can achieve
'Bout to be trouble, you scared, I think you'd better leave
Hope you don't have asthma, ah-ahm, go ahead and breathe

Yeah, pull out your inhaler
You gon' have to catch your breath for this one
This the victory lap

Yeah, garage lift up, it'll create some enemies
Got the S S in the middle of it like Tennessee
Sorry but the Ferrari there isn't friendly
The engine be runnin' pyoon like a scattered keys

If she a freak don't handcuff her, just let her be
Get your G's like five letters after the letter B
Photocopy could possibly find a better me
Hot like two letters after the letter C

In the name of gang that's been runnin' the game
Help me explain and tell 'em, Chamillitary mayne

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

Hustler music, hustler music
Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music
You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy

You ready Famous?
Hold up, I gotta take these 20 G's and take it to the bank G
Aight fo' sho' I got it
Hold up, yeah

The hype Williams to y'all rookies, you know that this is
A motion picture so sick that I call it motion sickness
Jonathan Manyon, the manuscript, so hold your pictures
Just like you're posin' for strippers and tryin' to show your riches

Materialistic I got a lot of material
Umm, I got a lot of, uhh, Chamnesia
I probably break up with my own self and go solo
Versus for promo, oh, no

I'm a monster, up and cummin' like dicks, no homo
A lil' too gangsta for them flicks, no photos
I'm high like gas, rose sticks and blow dodo
That Texas, shit, fa sho' though

Fresh off the underground circuit
Straight into this overground circus
I'ma do numbers like the lotto
Shoot 'tron straight out the bottle

You not lookin' at a role model
So, I say it one time and one time only
Not your buddy, not your pal or your homie
You know me

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

Hustler music, hustler music
Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music
You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy, crazy

I'm like Bruh Man on the fifth flo'
'Cept I'm comin' in through the front do'
I ain't gotta use the window, let's go

Now please pass my passport because I'm it
I got groupies with longer hair than cousin it
Brazilian ladies who tell me, "This bra just doesn't fit"
Twins in two rooms tryin' to make me double dip

Shoulda known I would win, yeah, you thought you had it
Like my cars and my weapon that is automatic

This the part of the horror flick
Where the white lady trips and falls
And me and Famous escape with the millions

Two heavyweights from the Lone Star State
And if 30's the new 20, I been hot since 8
Me flop just wait, not turn blue
Tell 'em I'm famous, thought I was a new nig

Thought you knew nig, when I'm applyin' pressure
The brothers play the back lookin' like some rhymin' extras
'Cause I'm the star of the movie, can't move me
Don't try either, either

I'ma roast you then Baker like Anita
Hot, my records got the fever, stop actin' like a diva
They tellin' Cham how they feelin' me
I'm a universal asset, your whole team liability

So I ain't finna leave, so you ain't finna breathe
'Cause I can cut it up or keep it cool like the winter breeze
My piece and chain symbolize respect
My mouthpiece symbolize a check, yup
Chamillitary mayne

No kids here so how you gon' play me?
Boy tryin' to cash out so how you gon' pay me?

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

No time to sleep I gotta keep goin'
The hustler of all hustlers, I say it's somethin' I borrow
Sell night to the day and then sell today to tomorrow
No money don't even bother

Got some paper then call up
Call George Bush's daughter I sell her Katrina water

Just to get at her father, just so they have some evidence
I'm slick enough to take precedence from the president
America's worst nightmare is right here
I stay sizzlin' like flares, look up, pyoon

It's quite clear it's my year 'til I hear
Somebody's smoother then I'm the ruler, I'm like where
Is he at? Just let me know, I'ma bury him
Under the rocks in the bottom of my aquarium

The chances of me losin' this time are very slim
If he was bright then I'm turnin' him down to very dim
If it ain't me in the sequel then there will be no sequel
You know the obvious reason is 'cause there is no equal

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I Can'T Escape - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: I Can'T Escape
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Denver

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Lyric:
Funny thing about this little heart of mine
All the ways that it can say
(I love you)
Longer than forever till the end of time
No matter, baby, come what may
(I love you)

Look at me now, sittin? all by myself
Face another sleepless night all alone
All I look forward to is lying here, living this song

I can?t escape thinking every day about you
Can?t escape wishing, dear, you were still mine
Can?t escape thinking maybe I still love you
Can?t escape caring for you all of the time

Listen to the music on the radio
Top forty hits of yesterday
(I love you)
'Leavin? on a Jet Plane', 'Blowin' in the Wind'
'The Silly Games that People Play'
(I love you)

Each of them carries your memory still
I can still see that look in your eyes
The one that preceded your kisses
And followed your sighs

I can?t escape thinking every day about you
Can?t escape wishing, dear, you were still mine
Can?t escape thinking maybe I still love you
Can?t escape caring for you all of the time

Every rain in the morning reminds me of you
Every night when it?s cold outside
Every time that I ache inside

I love you, I love you

Sometimes I wish it was ten years ago
We were starting all over again
Yet the way that I feel is much more
Than just remembering when

I can?t escape thinking every day about you
Can?t escape wishing, dear, you were still mine
Can?t escape thinking maybe I still love you
Can?t escape caring for you all of the time

All of the time, all of the time

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Move It (Dance Mix) - Lyrics - Just Be Free - Christina Aguilera

Title: Move It (Dance Mix)
Album: Just Be Free
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Christina Maria Aguilera, Robert R Allecca, Michael Brown

Lyric:
Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music
Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music

Get on up and feel the groove
Let the music take control and let your body move
Just get lost into the sound
Once the music takes you you will finally have found

It will take you away
To another state of mind where peace you'll find inside the sound, oh
Just escape to a place
Troubles seem to flow away when you get away

Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music
Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music

Can't deny it, deep in your soul
Once you get a hold of it you'll never let it go
Just get up and do whatever you care
Get up to the dance floor put your hands in the air

It will take you away
To another state of mind where peace you'll find inside the sound
Just escape to a place
Troubles seem to flow away when you get away

Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music
Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music

Gotta move it, gotta move it, move it, move it
Get this party going on and on and on, and on
Shake it, shake it, baby, shake it, ohh yeah
Gotta move, gotta make it strong

Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music
Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music

Shake it to the music
Gotta, gotta, gotta move

Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music
Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music

Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music
Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music

Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music
Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music

Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music
Get this party going on, shake it baby
Gotta, gotta make it strong, move it to the music
Get this party going on

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Dumpin’ - Lyrics - Pac's Life - 2pac

Title: Dumpin’
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Ricardo Emmanu Brown Jr., Tupac Amaru Shakur, Ronald Moore, Sean Cole, Carl Thomas, Bruce Washington, Willie Shamele Mackie, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Canei Finch, Michael J. Clervoix

Lyric:
Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

Murderous mind state, can't keep my nine straight
Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders

Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers
Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog

Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping
Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse

Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga, now they want to really see
Bomb first my motto is fully guaranteed
Niggas is player haters, label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

When it's on I'm popping off every chance I get
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've been here before
Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's door

Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I ain't scared
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive
I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die

Knew that God had a plan for me but
He won't be laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me
Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a bitch
Me dying? You think I'll let them see joy from that shit?

Walking dead angels spending last days by me
New Jersey Jon like Dave Tyre
Young George or Jonathan Jack, your guns clap, mine'll got brat
A soldier like Geronimo Pratt

And come through cocking the black pound
When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down
Poster child yeah, Air Force one's with the crocodile checks
One some poster wild sex

Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life
It's full of judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through the Henney I see the eyes of the devil
G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with 'Pac
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box
You end up in a box 'cause of them grave robbing bastards
Dig ya' grave back up snatched you out the casket

Worms in my eyes eating through my cabbage
It's the flesh to the bones, the bones to the ashes
But I'm not dead, I'm actually in a session
With the 'Pac keeping the shot money, progressive

They don't really want no drama, I know your goon's
That's why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound
This God given, He keep giving me better music
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement

Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losing
Songs are evolution if I load your gun for you will you bang it out
With some other niggas you better shoot it
Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid

Claiming you repping Ruthless
You got the same bullets that you had when I loaded it for you
You never used it, the none sareen a dream, get ready for execution
Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the revolution

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

Young nation just trying to get this
Just trying to get this

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Hip Hop - Lyrics - Mr Smith - Ll Cool J

Title: Hip Hop
Album: Mr Smith
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Terry Lewis, James Harris, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Word up! Y'know whut I'm sayin'
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
Nah I'm sayin' "Heh, word up!"
Kid told me yo, the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket
Nah mean, make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized, I wanna dedicate this one to the game
That put me on the map

I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I fienin' can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugar hill Gang, King Tim and Fatback

There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation was laid when the Furious played
Grandmaster Flash slayed the competition that was wishin'
They could serve the technician with the number one position

The real deal, Fearless Four scored
Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin' em nutta
An' I was all up in my headzone, melody and all
Cosign and the movement sayin' "Yes, yes y'all"

It's just the love affair that never ended
I recommended that I take microphones and blow 'em up
Ain't that splendid this one goes out to all the hip hop do or diers
A song is dedicated to the music I admire

Whenever and ever
We want you, I need you
(I need hip hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too?
(I need hip hop)

Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and Erick cat lyrics that'll make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chillin' in my drop-top Benz
With friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin' 'bout all the ends

That I spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz
Dapper Dan, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick
'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit

I mean I saw this hip hop thing on every level
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel
I can reminisce the black fist, Uzi, Terminators
Terror doom techniques that terrorise the lighter shade

It's all about the game that we play everyday
Eric B and Rakim flow to such a diff'rent way
I'm lovin' hip hop 'cos it help brothers escape
Let's celebrate our music people before it's too late

Whenever and ever
We want you, I need you
(I need hip hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too?
(I need hip hop)

Survival of the fittest Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz
Lickin' shots got the game hot
They even flipped on 2PAC
Snoop Doggy Dogg put the West Coast in gear
Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy E's in here

I wanna tell the world they just don't understand
My man Nas Escobar, Wu-Tang Clan
Keith Murray to the Redman, down south Da Brat
My people are you with me where you at? Ya peep that?

I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me

Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet of battleships floatin' in diff'rent categories
My love affair with hip-hop'll never fade away
Sincerely yours, LL Cool J

Whenever and ever
We want you, I need you
(I need hip hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too?
(I need hip hop)

Yeah, ain't no doubt about it kid, know I'm sayin'
Hip hop's the game, helped a lot of brothers escape
Take it to another level, know I'm sayin'
It's our music, we own this music, know what I'm sayin'

Word life! I wanna give a couple of shoutouts here, know whut I'm sayin'
First of all, I wanna thank my man Baby Chris, y'nah mean?
Helped me put this Mr. Smith Mr.Smith album together
Make it hot, knowI'msayin'

Thank the Track masters Pope Tone, Steve Stout
We definitely turning this joint out, y'nah mean
Word bond! Hip hop for life, kid yeah!

Whenever and ever
We want you, I need you
(I need hip hop)
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too?
(I need hip hop)

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Trapped On The Dance Floor - Lyrics - Will Smith

Title: Trapped On The Dance Floor
Artist: Will Smith
Composer(s): Marston E. Freeman, J Mccall, C Abrahms, Willard C. Smith, Don Abrams, Jeffrey Townes, S Crudup

Lyric:
You're trapped on the dance floor
It's locked, there's no escape
There's no eat, no drink, can't take a break
No seat to sit down, you gotta stand up

The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff
You're in a cage and this groove will bound you
People in the club like bars around you
The doors open up and the people are boarding

Here are the prisoners, the DJ is the warden
Your mind is useless, instinct takes control
Jam to techno, groove to soul to soul
You been arrested, now you're being tested

The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested
Stead drum kicks like pistol in spinal
You gotta dance and get round like a Rhino
The DJ cuts with a knife like a surgery

Sayin' that the slice ain't nice that's perjury
The music infiltrates you, mutates you
Grabs you, holds you, moulds you and let you
Do things you wouldn't-a otherwise done

Like shake, rattle, roll, pump, twist and then some
Ain't no law here, you can't protest this
Stop looking around, it ain't no oasis
You can't leave till the man pulls the needle

Take that as a warning
Take heed or I'll quicken the pitch and make you dance faster
The drum is the whip, bass line is the master
The temperature's a 100 and yet you still want more
You're a slave and you're trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Now you're wondering lost in a jungle
You came in hyped up but now you're humble
Bringing out sweat in your silky wet clothes
You scream for help, blend in with the [unverified] and hoes

You try to sit but there ain't no spaces
The floor is a desert, a party oasis
I know you're on the tip for the rhyme I just did
And here's a little taste of my homeboy, El Sid

Ay a Prince it's the El Sid's version
I'm a raid on the track, I'm a hip-hop surgeon
The floor is jam-packed get away from the bar scene
The strum of the drum has you trapped like a sardine

You try to move no form of escape
The heat brings on sweat, stick on like tape
Party's like a [unverified]
Girls slim and trim on the floor, don't try to shoot for the door

This ain't the gym
The party goers every night had a scene
This mic try to respond but still trapped like in Venus
Ain't a spiff or a spoof, boy you better not goof
You about to cave in although you ain't on a roof

The rhythm track from offside's to angles
Playing the wimp fight resist strangle
You can't escape until the DJ's fingers up
So play like a phone or coat and just hang it up

The speakers pumping out sounds and hip words
Lines between the rhythm designed to equip nerds
You better jam we don't care if you hardcore
'Cause we got you trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Me and Prince got together just to kick our lines
No trouble at the party 'cause we're strapped with nines
Dance floor secure, don't bother tryin' to get out
You looking for the late AM this man pull red out

Nobody cause killing is mean
Got ya dancin' in the dark and dressed like Springsteen
Razzamatazz a pasazz about to rip the flesh is my man Jazz Fresh
Soon as I worked through the door I got trapped on the dance floor

See this girlie that I never saw, she was looking raw
Came a little closer then I opposed her
Then I drop the fox trot so hot that I roast her
[Unverified] planes in the damn chain, hard to explain

I did it up like I was straight outta Soul Train
Listen as I discuss this yo bust this
Like a hammer before me you can't touch this
Trapped on the floor like a vulture, part of my culture

You may even thought I was drived to faulter
Get live like a [unverified] jack that fives you the window main [unverified]
Add a little mic and Janet you can't understand it
'Cause [unverified] thought I was from another planet

Way of whipping and dipping
And sliding [unverified] of what I'm providin'
Other dancers go and hide
Like Charles [unverified] I'm prancin'

I keep the dance all night until, the party's over, the party's over
Like a cowboy at a rodeo
From mister mister dosie doe around the dance floor
Steppin' the new hardcore, I'm Jazz Fresh and I'm trapped

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Max up to step up just to keep this rap up
The time that he possesses the best in a contest
Jeff with his right and left like Jazz Fresh
No other than the brother the lover Jazzy Jeff

I'm the one dance floor at the station
[Unverified] time around quarter to ten
Times work hard, the customers scarred
Your tickets to freedom, yo you ain't gonna need 'em

Your sentence is 25 years to life
A [unverified] is your husband and wife
Trapped behind the steel, the steel of the wheels
Don't come to the party if you don't wanna know how business feels

I walk strong carry a big stick
Sell myself all packed and thick
When they sound the drum you know it's time to roll
Might as well have fun there's no parol

I set a trap and caught you like a mouse
For times ahead no chance for a halfway house
Pump the bass in all sections
Prince, Sid, and jazz my officers of correction

Cant' escape the floor cut the crime out
[Unverified] wall ain't no use tryin' to climb out
'Cause I'm running this show and it's live in here
You try to escape another five years

I got you trapped and I'm your savior
You dance real hard you might get out on good behavior
But if you don't I give you more
'Cause DJ Jazzy Jeff got you trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

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Triumph Of The Swill - Lyrics - Bedtime For Democracy - Dead Kennedys

Title: Triumph Of The Swill
Album: Bedtime For Democracy
Artist: Dead Kennedys
Composer(s): Jello Biafra, Darren Eric Henley, Geoffrey V Lyall, Raymond John Pepperell

Lyric:
Life can only get better
All you need to do is fall in love
Everyone else has fun but you
Buy that fun you'll fit in too

Dance your problems away
(Government music)
Cheap escape to that mind-control beat
(Government music)
Mellow out life's too hard
You don't even want to think

See the macho cock rock metal heroes
Vomit fire out of their big mouths
Shake your fists obediently
Make Leni Riefenstahl real proud

See the Aryan Bozo with the red guitar
Parachute on The White House lawn
Gonna bomb the commies with his air guitar
So dumb he can't drive fifty-five

Like Bing Crosby before them
(Government music)
Too idiotic to be real
(Government music)
You want it loud?
We'll make sure it goes nowhere
So you won't get ideas

Triumph of the swill, triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill, triumph of the swill

Music is banned in Khomeini's Iran
On the grounds that it stimulates the brain
We've done him one better in the land of coke & honey
Using music to put people's brains to sleep

Ever wonder why commercial radio's so bad
It's 'cause someone upstairs wants it that way
If The Doors or John Lennon were getting started now
The industry wouldn't sign 'em in a million years

So what do we get
(Government music)
Christian censorship and taxed blank tapes
(Government music)
Shoppers strung out on our false hopes
Will flock to obey

Triumph of the swill, triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill, triumph of the swill

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1 Shot 2 Shot - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: 1 Shot 2 Shot
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Luis Resto, Rufus B Johnson, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, what now?
(What are you doin'?)
What?
Proof, the projects, nigga

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the shooter's comin'

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
These niggas is trippin'
(Where's Bizarre at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she's yellin'
(Don't leave me)

I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I hope it's not too late

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me from the back
(With they car?)
With a gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way there

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus today
I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

I never seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
No, I guess not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's path ran through it

And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his four fifth

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

It's Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

That's right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the show
Third's for the bartender
(There's plenty of shots to go)
(I just wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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One Shot 2 Shot - Lyrics - Encore - Eminem

Title: One Shot 2 Shot
Album: Encore
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Luis Resto, Rufus B Johnson, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, what now?
(What are you doin'?)
What?
Proof, the projects, nigga

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the shooter's comin'

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
These niggas is trippin'
(Where's Bizarre at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she's yellin'
(Don't leave me)

I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I hope it's not too late

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me from the back
(With they car?)
With a gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way there

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus today
I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

I never seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
No, I guess not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's path ran through it

And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his four fifth

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

It's Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

That's right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the show
Third's for the bartender
(There's plenty of shots to go)
(I just wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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Pease Porridge - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Pease Porridge
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): A Goodhart, David Jolicouer, Kelvin Mercer, H Magidson, Vincent Mason, Brian Birthright, Prince Paul A Hoffman

Lyric:
Yo, gee, yo, word up, gee, man
Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?
Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man
Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time

Word up, yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?
They ain't punks, man, yo man, those kids are wack man
Straight up booty, wack, yo but, yo, that Buddy
That was kind of fly, man and Potholes?, Slammin', Slammin'

Yeah, it was, word up, yo it was but forget that man, after they
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Came out with 'Plug One, Plug Two' then 'Potholes', yo
(Pease porridge in the pot)

Then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots
(Nine days old )

Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there
(Pease porridge in the pot)

Yeah, all right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them
(Nine days old )

My name, my name, my name is the Pasta
Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance
The funk, the funk, funky, funky stuff I bring

My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues
Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others
Get played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also and also and also by some foul brothers

The pease, the pease the pease porridge never failed
It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry
But late but lately loonies actin' real bold
Can't sip in luxury, my apple cranberry

Girls watch and watch and watch I dance the big tut
Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
Don't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue
Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the mega mix

Yo, Miss Thing, yo Merissa, what's up?
You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?
Yo I was there and those De La kids was fightin'
Yo they was wildin', word man?

Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on
The dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to
Them and said somethin' about hippies, then punks
And the chubby one, Plug Three?

Yeah, Plug Three, yeah I know him
All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him
Real quick, think he didn't when he did and then them
Other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other

Ones, the other ones? The Violators
The Violators, right, right, throwin' chairs and they didn't care
Who they was hittin', you think they wasn't?
Yeah, I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs
Things like that, you know

Question, and that's if only I can ask this question
Can I? Yes you can
Why do people think just because we speak peace
We can't blow no joints? I-I-I don't know

Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge
You know it keeps me peacefully, no?
Yeah but my tolerance level has now peaked
And now it's time for some heads to get flown

We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers
A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink
Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick

But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm
I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm
We kick, we kick, we kick a verse of unity
And shack and shackle steps to the beat, beat

I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons
And sip the porridge deep into my system
So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode
Inside the studio or on a road

The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step
It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep
To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag
It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music
Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow
Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball
Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled

Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up
It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoyin' pups
Throw on the Touchin' Fingers serenade
So we can throw our lemonade in their face and kick their little butts

And off and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Lovely to the ribcage, wouldn't you say so Squirrel?
(One at a time, touch together)

Indeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of formulate
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Combination but look at the hoodlum tryin' to escape
(One at a time, touch together)

Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Trying to escape but he, ah, just got his ass busted
(One at a time, touch together)

People wanna get ragged with the reruns
Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit
They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none
I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit

The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold
We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown
Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways
But when but when we fly that head all the people say

Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge
'Cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like
In my land, my people adore Porridge
And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent

And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire
And listen to our rituals and they are so violent
I don't understand, I don't understand

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot

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The Sounder - Lyrics - Gorillaz

Title: The Sounder
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn

Lyric:
You couldn't escape this music even if your name's Houdini
Our tracks, they last for Life and don't disappear like a genie
Communicating through your airwaves like a giant C.B.
'Cause this one's for your radios over, do you receive me?

Our music is so hot, it feels like the sun in Tahiti
We rickety rock, Gorillaz style is buck wild, believe me
We heavyweights who phase ya like Ali did with Frasier
We spit the most flava but musically we'll amaze ya

We've been blessed and we've been gifted like Jesus in His manger
Won't you shout Hallelujah! Here comes your music savior?
From your heart to your mind, your spirits to your souls
We come to take control with the Gorillaz on patrol

See, our rhymes possess the powers of a superhero
Supernaturally, we rock the mic but wit' a natural flow
If you didn't know before, you know now, we told you so
Gorillaz rock your dome just like the one in Tokyo

It's a hard dream to contemplate, I could fall into the abyss
And I love this interlude, it's the reason to deliver
And they called onto me, says they came to talk to me though
The more of us that lies, I guess kids don't live or die

'Cause we're makin' this music that's making you lose it
So, people don't abuse it and there ain't no way for you to refuse it
Gorillaz be the army that's startin' this pardy ardy
Makin' more noise than carnivals mixed with the mardi gradi

We're comin' through your town with the sound that's so profound
Gorillaz with the rappers that straight from the underground
We're tearin' it down, makin' you feel this sort of force
Knockin' you to your senses and knockin' you off your course

'Cause we're the source, got you feelin' that so appealing
We got you jumpin' around and bouncin' off of the ceiling
Makin' music ya feeling from Baltimore into Bristol
I know you're hearin' me 'cause my voice is clearer than crystal

The casual, supernatural flows I be exposin'
Makin' sure that you're frozen and makin' sure that I'm chosen
To rip a score, we make you damage the dance floor
Gorillaz and Phi Life'll give you what you ask for

It's a hard dream to contemplate, I could fall into the abyss
And I love this interlude, it's the reason to deliver
And they called onto me, says they came to talk to me though
The more of us that lies, I guess kids don't live or die

Let Gorillaz be you guiding light and your shining star
Whether you be home alone or drivin' in your car
Don't matter who ya are, whether you be near or far
You'll be feelin' entertained by our music repertoire

See, our poems, they be flowin' like rivers and reservoirs
'Cause Gorillaz, we be out in this world like men of mars
We rap stars with supernatural spars
We leave your brains amazed with this super music of ours

So put yous hands up and stand up, it's time to get down
'Cause Gorillaz and Phi Life, we be breakin' you 'round
From the right to the left, from the skies to the ground
We're coverin' all angles and you can't escape the sound

On the track, it's laid back, we've come to spray raps
Keep it chilled and relaxed but we still sound phat
It's like that, when we write raps
We're not from the empire but we still strike back

So put your hands up and stand up, it's time to get down
Gorillaz and Phi Life, we be breakin' you 'round

So put your hands up and stand up, it's time to get down
Gorillaz and Phi Life, we be breakin' you 'round

So put your hands up and stand up, it's time to get down
Gorillaz and Phi Life, we be breakin' you 'round
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I Am Music - Lyrics - Electric Circus - Common

Title: I Am Music
Album: Electric Circus
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Dawn Thompson, Ahmir Thompson, Lonnie Lynn, James Poyser, Jill Scott, Jeffrey Lee Johnson, James Dewitt Yancey, Pino Palladino

Lyric:
Can you speak your words of bedtime
I was just saying to myself the other day
Most of believing the magician
But you're bewitching
Because of this I must say
I, I, I appreciate what you give to me
Yeah, I, I appreciate what you give to me

People say I got soul look at all the records I hold
The lives I've affected, connect and control
With me in your basement, your mama got blown
I provide the vibe to keep the strippers on poles
Through me the black experience is glorious told
From a school that's old bold, so I rock gold
And platinum, so cats I hold notes and cash for them
On streets I rap for them, in ghettos I blast for them

Mash with them, at the party and all
Peep the universal language that's embodying all
Put the Billie holiday, Bob Marley in y'all
Y'all feel most high when I be in y'all
System, with the rhythm I up jump the boogie
Shame I rely on record labels to push me
Since the bush, I been y'all way to escape
Through eight tracks wax CDs and tapes, I am music

Can you speak your words of bedtime
I was just saying to myself the other day
Most of believing the magician
But you're bewitching
Because of this I must say
I, I, I appreciate what you give to me
Yeah I, I, appreciate what you give to me

You can feel me all over alive, I help culture survive
I opened the eyes of many
Styles y'all wrote in the skies, with your lows and highs
Open your mind to hear me
In the streets I beat cops and obsolete
On every station it's hot you can't stop my heat
I taught J and Dre how to rock the beat
On what's going on today yo, I gots to speak

I take the stand, yo you could feel me bam
Whether in Larry Graham or Steely Dan
Live I be killing it man
For how long I survived yo I'm realer than man
Got a soft side but I'm still a man
For me women cry and children dance, I'm trying to eat
I could'a got a mil and ran
But like sly for the fam still I stand, I am music

Can you speak your words of bedtime
I was just saying to myself the other day
Most of believing the magician
But you're bewitching
Because of this I must say
I, I, I appreciate what you give to me
Yeah I, I, appreciate what you give to me

I been here since the beginning
Beginnin' a time yo, beginnin' a time
Deep in the mind of the ancient ones
Everybody love me like they do the sun
I shine at times yo, at times I'm dark
You can't categorize me, my mind's a art
Inside my heart, it ain't about climbing charts
I'm the one you roll with when your ride is smart

The change that came, the change that comes
I change with chords and I kick it with drums
Get blow with horns and did it on the one
Riffed for guitars, for the Lord I sung
Spun around the world at parties and weddings
Wherever I go I create the setting
You know me from lessons or your pops collections
Whether whole or half stepping I'm a blessing, yo I am music

Can you speak your words of bedtime
I was just saying to myself the other day
Most of believing the magician
But you're bewitching
Because of this I must say
I, I, I appreciate what you give to me
Yeah, I, I appreciate what you give to me, yeah

I, I, I appreciate what you give to me
Yeah, I, I appreciate what you give to me

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