Fight Fire With Fire - Lyrics - Ride The Lightning - Metallica

Title: Fight Fire With Fire
Album: Ride The Lightning
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): Clifford Lee Burton, James Alan Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
Do unto others
As they've done to you
But what the hell is
This world coming to?

Blow the universe
Into nothingness
Nuclear warfare
Shall lay us to rest

Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear

We all shall die

Time is like a fuse
Short and burning fast
Armageddon's here
Like said in the past

Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear

We all shall die

Soon to fill our lungs
The hot winds of death
The Gods are laughing
So take your last breath

Fight fire with fire
Ending is near
Fight fire with fire
Bursting with fear

Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire

Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Fight

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Sold As Freedom - Lyrics - The Terror State - Anti Flag

Title: Sold As Freedom
Album: The Terror State
Artist: Anti Flag
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Pat Thetic, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
You want to save the world?
I can tell you what to do!
You want to end terror?
This solution is for you!

Answer the call up
Join the proud the few
Pull on the trigger with your heart and soul
'Cause war is peace now you know

Fight fire with fire!
Douse violent flames in gasoline
Fight fire with fire!
Spite your foe with an all out holocaust!

Fight fire with fire!
Pull gasoline on the world inferno
Burn it so hot that the world incinerates
When they're all dead we'll have no issues to resolve

To end terror it takes a special skill
Kill, kill, kill? 'Til there's nothing left to kill!
Don't question orders do your job and move
It's a 9 to 5 and 5 to 9 to makes sure no one's left alive

Fight fire with fire!
Douse violent flames in gasoline
Fight fire with fire!
Spite your foe with an all out holocaust!

Fight fire with fire!
Pull gasoline on the world inferno
Burn it so hot that the world incinerates
When they're all dead we'll have no issues to resolve

Join now! Don't wait! Make death! Your date!
Salute and fight! Fight for the wealth of the few!

Wrapped in a flag and sold to you
Sold as freedom it's up to you to see through lies
By those you've led us to endless world strife

What this world needs is something new!
What this world needs right now is you!
Any dumb fuck can murder kill, kill, kill!

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Hearts Of Fire - Lyrics - Guerilla City - Guerilla Black

Title: Hearts Of Fire
Album: Guerilla City
Artist: Guerilla Black
Composer(s): Carlton Barrett, Allen Cole, Carlos Broady, Bob Marley, Charles Williamson

Lyric:
There's no reason I'm as evil as I could be
I pray to Jesus, "Please keep my mind at peace"
I just wanna stay humble and patient
That's when stupid niggaz come at you with gay shit
He look like Big, he sound like Big
Yo, I'm B L A C K, nigga, you dig
I guess it all started when Keesh left this earth, dog
And the doc gave me my worst call

And told me that my boo goin' through convulsions
Imagine my mind, state and emotions
Hell, my mom's goin' though it with my step pops
He got cancer in his lungs and his chest's rottin'
All I wanted to do was be a winner
All I ever ate was hot dogs and chips for dinner
I sacrificed so much for my career
That's why my eyes shed blood for tears

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

I been in the industry for a year now
All my life I wished for this, I'm here now
I didn't know it was so much politicin'
I feel like a motherfuckin' politician
Just yesterday I was out there hustlin'
Did a three song demo, now they want me in
Nines and four fives an' pots and drawers
Got Virgin callin' me with P Farmer

Give shouts out to my niggas down and rich
They was with me ever since I was on the bench
When I had no shoes, had no clothes
Had no food, had no dough, had no hoes
Shit was real thirsty back in them times
Like Martin Lawrence a 'Real Thin Line'
I ran across a few real niggas, a lotta hatin' niggas
A lot of fake niggas were those

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

If I see you 'round the way and you catch me in the hood
Show me love, nigga, show me love little
If I see you rollin' a spliff and you separate the seeds
From the buds, let me get a puff, yeah
If you see me pissed off with the hammer in my hand
Loadin' slugs, nigga, I'm a thug, yeah
If you see me with a bitch that you never seen before
I'm a fuck or nigga I done fucked ya

I remember when I was just a little boy
Watchin' moms play that organ with that big voice
It touched me in a certain type of way
Like the balm, smooth sounds of Marvin Gaye
I didn't know Comptone was like that
Until I got out there and had to fight back
Walkin' back and forth up to Whaley
Them Luders Park niggas tried to beat me daily

I guess that shit made me tougher
That's why I love every last one of my brothers
Hide always, they're with me in the struggle
Whether I'm glad or sad, I'ma always love 'em
The game is so fuckin' treacherous
A buncha bullshit niggas, fuck y'all rhetoric

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

In my heart, it burns this fire
And I don't fear none of y'all

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Beef - Lyrics - Young Gunz

Title: Beef
Artist: Young Gunz
Composer(s): Hanif Muhammad, Chris Ries, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Yo, C hand me that muthafuckin' ratchet man
These niggas talkin' all that beef shit
Soon as this nigga come around the muthafuckin' corner
I'ma lay this nigga, fuck this nigga

Hundred rounds lay 'em down from a far
Talking that trunk shit layed down by the bar
Spit it how I live it, yeah, I'm down for the [Incomprehensible]
Thinking I ain't wit it run around from New York

Though I knew niggas, niggas is down wit the law
All new heat niggas ain't down wit the broads
I ain't tryin' lease, I'm puttin' down what it cost
All you playa haters get lost

I'm warnin' niggas, informin' niggas
We can take it toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Grab you four Teflons goin' [Incomprehensible]
Shoot em' up, niggas is rugered up

The lead flyin', somebody dyin', suit em' up
Nigga you come in our direction, shells in your fleshin'
I was told homey squeeze first in thought of question
Niggas will never ever get on our level
Before you gettin' my cheddar, homey you kiss my bareta

If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up

Yo, it start from a fist fight, you know where it end right
Niggas talkin' that roach shit, gettin' they ratchet
Tryin' to lead the only thing you love out to be bastards
Gotta walk down on them, 'cause them feinds ain't askin'

That laser grip bullshit you might as well get rid of it
[Incomprehensible] what I got I let it breathe a little bit
Trust me that pump-action guaranteed you a casket
Some cryin' other niggas was laughin'

In my hood it ain't good, niggas get what they deserve
That Mauseberg 500 lay em' on the curb
All cause him and them had a couple words
Now mom dukes lettin' off a couple birds

Dubs cry, slugs fly most times it ain't even over no pies
It's just some regular of guys
Wanted dead or alive
And in my hood they never ask that question why

If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up

You know we right back at 'em, tinted up on the caddy
Bunch of pistol grips and I fullied the automaty
Yeah and I can care less if they bag me
Gotta hit 'em where it hurt, while she comin' out of church

Ransom a hundred grand, it can get me what she worth
For I put her to the earth and otherwise she murked
Just another T-shirt, nigga lost in the sauce
Next time you know better fuckin' with a boss

They know we tear the place up, face fruity and the Jacob
Play tough big ass toolie cover the waist up
Call my ace up nigga pay him on his way up
I told him bring the eight's up and someone bring the K's up

Comin' straight up, somebody block gettin' sprayed
Babies time to wake up somebody shootin' again
Somebody losin' a friend over music again
Happened before we'll do it again, you fuck around nigga

If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up
If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up

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Make It Right - Lyrics - Brand New History - Econoline Crush

Title: Make It Right
Album: Brand New History
Artist: Econoline Crush
Composer(s): John A. Travis, Trevor Hurst, Daniel Yaremko, David Sigmund

Lyric:
Someday we're gonna make it right
Someday we're gonna win this fight
Someday we're gonna make it right
Someday we're gonna win this fight

Broken are their little wings
Fallen from above
What am I supposed to think
I don't think I know enough

Hurry, don't be late today
Not for what is lost
Hurry, don't delay a thing
You've almost got a lot

I know you'll be comin' 'round
With fire in your eyes, yeah

We're gonna make it right
We're gonna win this fight
And I don't know why it took me oh so long to get here, yeah

We're gonna make it right
Someday we're gonna win this fight
And I don't know why it took me oh so long to get here

Broken are the little strings
They can't hold you up
Waiting on your patron saint
I don't think he'll be enough

Hurry, don't be late today
You know what you've done
Hurry, don't delay a thing
Look what you have won

I know you'll be comin' 'round
With fire in your eyes, yeah

We're gonna make it right
Someday we're gonna win this fight
And I don't know why it took me oh so long to get here, yeah

We're gonna make it right
Someday we're gonna win this fight
And I don't know why it took me oh so long to get here

I know you'll be comin' 'round
With fire, with fire in your eyes

We're gonna make it right
Someday we're gonna win this fight, yeah
And I don't know why it took me oh so long to get here, yeah

We're gonna make it right
Someday we're gonna win this fight, yeah
And I don't know why it took me oh so long to get here

Yeah, we're gonna make it right
And I don't know why, and I don't know why, and I don't know why

Yeah, we're gonna make it right
Yeah, and I don't know why it took me oh so long to get here

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Chain Gang Is The Click - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: Chain Gang Is The Click
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): John Cena, Marc Predka

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Lyric:
We fight together, we ride together
Right now we're gonna get loud together
(Chain Gang is the click)
Is Trademarc the truth?
This is a basic thuganomics
I'm raining fire like Apache helicopters

We fight together, we ride together
Right now we're gonna get loud together
(Chain Gang is the click)
Is Trademarc the truth?
This is a basic thuganomics
I'm raining fire like Apache helicopters

Prepare for the worst, we, commin' thunderin'
Opposition wonderin' how they get the drop on us
We set up and lock corners, try to put a stop on us
We react so quick the five O couldn't even call the cops on us

Steady put the rocks on us but my chain stay still
Still my name stay real, spit the flame they feel
I know the game take skill that's why the brains stay ill
We 'bout to change the deal, keep the champagne chilled

We sippin' [Incomprehensible] with a Molly Rose
Y'all belly meatin' beef ain't nothin' but bologna foes
Your phony flows, we stopping rise own the game
Y'all is leasing with the option to buy

Your flight been delayed, kid you not gonna fly
We got the army, throw your hands to the sky
This is Chain Gang, bitch, don't bother to check us
Y'all don't got to like us but you gon' respect us, motherfucker

We fight together, we ride together
Right now we're gonna get loud together
(Chain Gang is the click)
Is Trademarc the truth?
This is a basic thuganomics
I'm raining fire like Apache helicopters

We fight together, we ride together
Right now we're gonna get loud together
(Chain Gang is the click)
Is Trademarc the truth?
This is a basic thuganomics
I'm raining fire like Apache helicopters

Listen, baby, I'm just tryin' to eat
It's the same game that put Chain Gang in the street
Got goons with a few hundred clips in the heat
It seems sex, violence and money dyin' to meat

Goddamn, I'm a fan, His music moved me
I found writin' rhymes all the time was soothin'
Don't lose me, never let the truth allude me
His skills I respect, I expect you dolly

Some got gifts man but reflect it crudely
That's why I keep it real like rejected movies
What now and no what was or would be
Only sing along if you understood me

The seen hip hop dawg ain't were it could be
Trademarc will take y'all right where it should be
You actors and that's where it stops
You stars on stage, y'all adecrative props, so what now

We fight together, we ride together
Right now we're gonna get loud together
(Chain Gang is the click)
Is Trademarc the truth?
This is a basic thuganomics
I'm raining fire like Apache helicopters

We fight together, we ride together
Right now we're gonna get loud together
(Chain Gang is the click)
Is the truth?
This is a basic thuganomics
I'm raining fire like Apache helicopters

Look man, my voice christen in beats
Your vision see ripples on concrete for glisten heat
Whenever I speak, I walk streets [Incomprehensible]
Trademarc John Cena Freddie Fox and rup corrupt mob

The Chain gang spittin' the same slang
Let the iron go bang bang and came man
Let the church bells ring ring
To all y'all coppin' the lot, let it hang hang

Y'all think we lucky that ain't nothin' new to me
'Cause luck is preparation, lockin' heads with opportunity
So far I just had to listen and learn play my position
And earn with the vision and burn

Now the shit is all turned and I'm reppin' for pride
Where I'm from, you either step up or step aside
Want some, get some, stop drop and parral
Chain Gang run this bitch, lock stock and barrel

We fight together, we ride together
Right now we're gonna get loud together
(Chain Gang is the click)
Is Trademarc the truth?
This is a basic thuganomics
I'm raining fire like Apache helicopters

We fight together, we ride together
Right now we're gonna get loud together
(Chain Gang is the click)
Is Trademarc the truth?
This is a basic thuganomics
I'm raining fire like Apache helicopters

We fight together, we ride together
Right now we're gonna get loud together
(Chain Gang is the click)

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Dance With Me - Lyrics - Michael Bolton

Title: Dance With Me
Artist: Michael Bolton
Composer(s): Michael Derek Bolton, Gary Hasse, Billy Mann

Lyric:
I walked in
She was standin' there by the bar in a red dress
I couldn't catch my breath
Her eyes like fire reached into my heart
But my soul was the target, I didn't know it yet

I couldn't fight it, I felt my knees go weak
She barely had to speak

I don't really wanna dance with the devil
I admit it, she's a little too hot for me
I don't really wanna walk through the fire
The flames gettin' higher, she's killin' me

And she said, "Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me"
Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me

Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me
Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby

She took my hand an' led me down the stairs
To the floor where the music was worshiped by strangers
Her body moved in ways I've never seen
How's the face of an angel, so filled with danger

I couldn't fight it, I couldn't take the heat
She barely had to speak

I don't really wanna dance with the devil
I admit it, she's a little too hot for me
I don't really wanna walk through the fire
The flames gettin' higher, she's killin' me

Well, she said, "Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me"
Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me

Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me
Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby

I don't really wanna fall tonight
But it feels so right, when I know it's so wrong
I don't really wanna walk away
But she's beggin' me to stay and she's much too strong

I don't really wanna dance with the devil
I admit it, she's a little too hot for me
I don't really wanna walk through the fire
The flames gettin' higher, she's killin' me

But she says, "Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me"
Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me

Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me
Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby

Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me
Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me

Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby, dance with me
Dance with me, dance with me
Oh baby

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Desire - Lyrics - Funky Divas - En Vogue

Title: Desire
Album: Funky Divas
Artist: En Vogue
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, Denzil Foster

Lyric:
Oom baby, oom baby, oom baby, oom baby
Oom baby, oom baby, oom baby, hey you baby

A feeling I can't control
Is haunting me when you're not home
A feeling roams deep inside
There really is no place to hide
Desire

Desire, ooo like fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Desire, ooo like fire
Oh desire, ooo like fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Desire, ooo like fire

Everywhere I go I have thoughts of you
Little fantasies of being with you
Having no control when having desires
Like having no more water to put out the fire

Every little minute grows my addiction
Each and every hour I fight the power
On and on the feeling never gives in
Don't never try to fight it, you never win

Desire, ooo like fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Desire, ooo like fire
Ooo desire, ooo like fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Desire, ooo like fire
Oh desire

Oom baby, oom baby, oom baby, oom baby
Oom baby, oom baby, oom baby, hey you baby
Oom baby, oom baby, oom baby, oom baby
Oom baby, oom baby, oom baby, hey you baby

Desire, oo like fire
Desire, oo like fire
Desire, oo like fire
Desire, oo like fire

Oom baby, oom baby, oom baby, oom baby
Oom baby, oom baby, oom baby
Hey oom baby, oom baby, oom baby, oom baby
Oom baby, oom baby, oom baby, hey you baby

Desire, oo like fire
Desire, oo like fire
Desire, oo like fire
...

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Black Fire - Lyrics - Dragonforce

Title: Black Fire
Artist: Dragonforce
Composer(s): Herman Li, Vadim Pruzhanov, Sam Totman, Zp Theart

Lyric:
We come from over the dark horizon sky
With twisted tales of sacrifice
To imagine or believe all the glory of the free

Hunting all day an endless cry
The things I've seen I can't deny
Sinners, saints all mixed in one
The dawn of time has begun

Why can't you see what they're doing to me?
Is it fair that I'm dying in vain?

Once in a land of sacrifice
Now only valleys of demise
Shadows of a pale blue moonlight
Ride the waves of entity

Why can't you see what they're doing to me?
Is it fair that you all die in vain?

Ride with the steel and the power of the sword
Stand up and fight now and forever more
Rise through the night sky with daylight's desire
To be free there must be black fire

Through the day and through the night
With dragons heart the warrior strikes
This is the day that they'll be known as my enemy

Why can't you see what they're doing
To what we believe in, we rise through the pain

Ride with the steel and the power of the sword
Stand up and fight now and forever more
Rise through the night sky with daylight's desire
To be free there must be black fire

We come from distant lands, we travel so far
Can you see the bleeding scar?
The prizes of life we fail to win
'Cause we doubt the power within, yeah

Oh oh oh oh
Why can't you see what they're doing
To what we believe in, we rise through the pain

Ride with the steel and the power of the sword
Stand up and fight now and forever more
Rise through the night sky with daylight's desire
To be free there must be black fire, black fire

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If You Can'T Leave It Be - Lyrics - Dashboard Confessional

Title: If You Can'T Leave It Be
Artist: Dashboard Confessional
Composer(s): Christopher Carrabba

Lyric:
What you've found sure upsets you
Never saw it coming did you?
Its easy to be suprised with both your eyes sewn closed
Handled with great percision, another thoughtless execution
You're the subject of this exhibition
A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver
Scalpel, sutured
Made whole again

These cuts are leaving creases
Trace the scars, fit the peices
Tell your story, you don't need to say a word
Call off the calvary, can't save a wretch like me
Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed
Scalpel, sutured
Made whole again

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight
There's something better wrong with you

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to fire right
There's something better wrong with you

Your pulse is anemic, you're tired of the fire
You're bruising too easy and falling behind
And no one is waiting for you
And no one is waiting for you
And no one is waiting for you

Call off your quarantine, can't save the rest from me
Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed
Scapel, sutured
Made whole again

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight
There's something better wrong with you

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight
There's something better wrong with you

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If You Can'T Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It Bleed - Lyrics - A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar - Dashboard Confessional

Title: If You Can'T Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It Bleed
Album: A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar
Artist: Dashboard Confessional
Composer(s): Christopher Carrabba

Lyric:
What you've found sure upsets you
Never saw it coming, did you?
It's easy to be surprised
With both your eyes sewn closed

Handled with great precision
Another thoughtless execution
You're the subject of this exhibition
A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver

Scalpel, sutured, made whole again

These cuts are leaving creases
Trace the scars, fit the pieces
Tell your story, don't need to say a word

Call off the cavalry
Can't save a wretch like me
Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed

Scalpel, sutured, made whole again

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight
There's something better wrong with you

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to fire right
There's something better wrong with you

Pulse is anemic, tired of the fire
You're bruising too easy and falling behind
And no one is waiting for you
And no one is waiting for you

And no one is waiting for you
And no one is waiting
And no one is waiting for you, for you, for you

Call off your quarantine
Can't save the rest from me
Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed

Scalpel, sutured, made whole again

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight
There's something better wrong with you

Your wires are frayed, can't fire right
You look better when out of sight
You were not made to stand and fight
There's something better wrong with you

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Fight - Lyrics - This Toilet Earth - Gwar

Title: Fight
Album: This Toilet Earth
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): Michael Bishop, David Brockie, Michael Derks, Peter Lee, Dave Musel, Bradley Dunbar Roberts

Lyric:
Cruising through town
Slack-jawed tongue out
You're a moron
Turn on the radio

Afraido
Fire up that dim bulb
And let some coke
Fuck piss into your ear

Hit 'em with a left
Hit 'em with a right
Hit 'em with a left
Now fight, fight, fight

Hit 'em with a left
Hit 'em with a right
Hit 'em with a left
Now fight, fight, fight

This is a white world
And yeah it sucks
Sheep-fucking, turd-kicking
Sow-sucking

Rednecks make me sick
Making hate babies
And worrying to death
What I do with my dick

Hit 'em with a left
Hit 'em with a right
Hit 'em with a left
Now fight, fight, fight

Hit 'em with a left
Hit 'em with a right
Hit 'em with a left
Now fight, fight, fight

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Sword - Lyrics - Grave Digger

Title: Sword
Artist: Grave Digger
Composer(s): Jens Becker, Hans Peter Katzenburg, Manfred Albert Schmidt, Chris Boltendahl

Lyric:
Stranger tell me the story behind
How my mother died as I was a child
My father was killed in a fight till death
He gave me this sword with his last breath

This foolish dwarf, it seems so clear
Can't forge the steel 'cause he's full of fear
Only the one who feels no terror
Can forge the steel and create it anew

Steel by steel the hammer falls
Shaping me a deadly sword
With fire and power I do well
I curse it with the magic spell

Fire, fire, blow on the blaze
Smelt the splinters of my steel
Glorious sword, now you're fixed in the hilt
And I spread out to kill the dragon

Steel by steel the hammer falls
Shaping me a deadly sword
With fire and power I do well
I curse it with the magic spell

Steel by steel the hammer falls
Shaping me a deadly sword
With fire and power I do well
I curse it with the magic spell

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Fight Club - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: Fight Club
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): J Grinnage, Lamont Dozier, R Tewlow, Joseph Cartagena, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland, E Murray, M Barrett

Lyric:
Ch, ch, ch, ch, yeah
Terror Squad, First Family
Ahh!
(Yeah!)
You see them diamonds glisterin' off that three quarterla
That them there polyester
(Uh, nigga)
Ya heard me?
(What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?)
(Terror Squad, First Family)
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin' Bronx nigga Don shit
Run up in yo' mom's crib
Ship stacked biddomb shit, gun up in the palm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contract
Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the concrete
I'm Stone Cold, I mean I slap then stomp
Then what's to stop my .40 glock from rumblin' your calm streets?

I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for Dolo
Blow holes in ya car seat and roll over ya Rover
Fuck this role model shit, I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch! Throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst shit that ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin', we formed with raw plastic
Blastin' off ya doors with an awful passion
Forcin' the walls to crash in

You see them kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey Crack keep it gully, known to clap keep a fully
Automatic mack whodie on my lap doin' thirty
Drivin' through the Heights tryin' a find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the Ave, now I gotta blast until them pearlies
We the realest niggaz ever touch the mic
(Blah)
And we love to fight
(Blah)
You heard my niggaz give up the fuckin' knife!
(Ante up)

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

Yo who that husky-ass nigga with the flow so dumb
Comin' up outta Brooklyn lookin' like Mighty Joe Young
(Face down)
Know we real, got this motherfucker
Crackin' and buzzin' with my Latin cousin Joey Grills
(We international)
151 proof
Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cotton-ass pretty boy talkin' 'bout drama
With that nasty ass Coogi suit, lookin' like pyjamas

(Somebody gon' get hurt today)
So be it
We the first fam, you see it
(First family)
Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy 'fore ya get whacked in
Calm down, Get back!
(Calm down)

For you niggaz that wanna trap me I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi
(E'rybody know)
Everybody wanna clap me
Tonight I'm with my Spanish homie Joey
So get at me with the ghetto issued .45, semi-automatic
I spit with intentions to rip

Put-put pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the Hill, aim at niggaz faces
Push his hat back seven paces, leave him standin' still
Cobra ass nigga you beg me to kill
(Huh, yeah)
When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill
(Chill)
(Y'all remember Bill?)
Y'all remember the motherfuckin' deal
You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

Oh motherfucker uh uh, y'all ain't seen nothin' yet
Got a call from the Bronx Best, bitch, and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, MacDonald, cup of richie wine
Wish a motherfucker would look and he shall find
Ten million ways to die!
I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't too many niggaz round with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle, blicky, bloaw, bloaw!

Bitch I break 'em down with Terror Squad now
(Down)
Ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down, get up, get out
Hottest thang they got in the south
(Petey Pablo)
If ya don't know now ya know
Holla at 'em Joe!

Fight club! Fight club!
Fight club! Fight club!
Fight club! Fight club!
Holla at 'em Joe!

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

We gonna
Break
(Break)
Mash
(Mash)
Brawl
(Brawl)
Clash
(Clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Show me where you at
(Get yo' ass up nigga)
Open up his back

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh?
First Family, Terror Squad

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Sorry, Not Sorry - Lyrics - Death Before Musick - Amen

Title: Sorry, Not Sorry
Album: Death Before Musick
Artist: Amen
Composer(s): Casey Karim Chmielinski

Lyric:
Sit back and open fire
With legs until desires
Sit back and open fire
Sit back and just retire

Sit back and open fire
Sit back and

Live in submission, live in a choice
It never meant that much to me
Without permission, without a voice
I only live when I can?t breathe

We couldn?t kiss, we couldn?t fight
We couldn?t wait for tomorrow
Without a fist, without a fight
We waited for no tomorrow

Sorry
I?m not sorry
Sorry to live my life this way
Sorry to let myself decay

Sorry
I?m not sorry
Sorry to live my life this way
Sorry to let myself decay

Sit back and open fire
Sit back and

It didn?t kill us, the pleasure did
Infected from the things I did
Rip off the willing, rip off the tried
Slip in beds and open fire

Right now, let it be known
And right now just leave me alone
That it?s too close for you ?cause it?s too close for me
It meant nothing to you, it was nothing to me

Sorry
I?m not sorry
Sorry to live my life this way
Sorry to let myself decay

Sorry
I?m not sorry
Sorry to live my life this way
Sorry to let myself decay

Sit back and open fire
Sit back and

Right now
Just let them open fire
Right now
Just let them open fire

Right now
Just let them open fire
Right now
Just let them open wide

Right now
(Sorry)
Right now
(I?m not sorry)
Right now
(Sorry)
Right now
(I?m not sorry)

Sit back and open fire

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So What You Saying - Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Title: So What You Saying
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Warren Nichols, Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, Justin Smith, Allen Williams

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

Aiyyo, the guc is here, dog, I'm back to work
I took time off a couple niggas had to get hurt
Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped
Packin' they gat, now they layin' flat

In six in green, you know what I mean?
Man, I need a new gat for that
Yo, I'm the Coke copper plus, the rock chopper
Down wit M. Bleek, dog, the Marcy prock clocker
One wreck, the other destroy
And with that bullshit vest on, I'm killin' your boys

I don't play when it come to yae
I cop cook and collect my dough in one day
Book rock and collect my dough at one show
False looks, Memph let one go from the floor

Yo, yo, well, I'm known to be the master in the M.C. field
Oh, oh, got respect, oh, one I still
Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe
Bitch niggas want to front and get clapped, get on the floor

Clap a second time and make sure I flat line you
Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you
See the gleam on the glock, know the beam on top
Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the rock

As I glance at Mack, A K A B.Sigel
Know we comin' with the Macks and the extra eagles
I'm not playin', you dudes know what I'm sayin'
I make a call to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin'
What you sayin'?

I'm puttin' heads to beds, gun straight out the box
B.Sige, I put up all the roofs and glocks
I'm not playin', see these guns that I'm sprayin'?
Twin sub oozies, can't budge or move me

Nickels stay chubby, smokers never choosy
Don't gotta yell up the block, they come to me
Packs with colorful tops just like coochies
New jacks with they pack they like, who he?
I'm not playin', knock them things off quick
I got game still think off shit, what you say?

With a partner like Sigel, don't come a dime a dozen
We could be brothers, we better known as cousins
As we climbed the chart with who the fuck want what
My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love

Who wanna play with that rock a team?
Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteen
You walk around talkin' this and that
How I sound like Jay and all my records is wack
But when I dropped the L P, niggas thought it would fold
Thirty days later, coming of age went gold, what you sayin'?

Now, party people, it's time for this question
No knock, knock, who's that? Who's there?
Or who is it? It's the M A C K
Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape
Rope, black mask and kidnapper

The flow dope, the beats just blazin'
Like Luther Vandrow says
Yo, I am so amazing and I've been waiting
For a sucker to attack the cat with two gats
Yo Bleek, you got my back, show 'em how we do

Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retire
I spit 9 to 5 nines, Bleek for hire
Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm bringin'
In an all out battle, Bleek, come out swingin'

Memph the type of nigga that'll spit off quick
Biggs push the Benz and we spin off quick
Take a sip of the cris pour the Belvy with lime
Crack the Arma del Lope and then I'm goin' for mine
So, what you sayin'?

[Incomprehensible]

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8th Of November - Lyrics - Comin' to Your City - Big &Amp; Rich

Title: 8th Of November
Album: Comin' to Your City
Artist: Big &Amp; Rich
Composer(s): John D Rich, Kenny Alphin

Lyric:
{Hello, I'm Kris Kristofferson
On November 8th, 1965, the 173rd Airborne Brigade on Operation Hump War Zone D in Vietnam were ambushed by over 1200 V.C.
Forty-eight American soldiers lost their lives that day}

{Severely wounded and riskin' his own life, Lawrence Joll, a medic
Was the first livin' black man since the Spanish-American War
To receive the United States Medal of Honor
For savin' so many lives in the midst of battle that day}

{Our friend, Nialls Harris, retired 25 years, United States Army
The guy who gave Big Kenny his top hat
Was one of the wounded who lived
This song is his story}

{Caught in the action of 'kill or be killed'
"Greater love hath no man than to lay down his life for a friend"}

Said goodbye to his momma as he left South Dakota
To fight for the Red, White and Blue
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
Just doin' what he had to do

He was dropped in the jungle
Where the choppers would rumble
With the smell of napalm in the air
Then the sergeant said, "Look up ahead"

Like a dark evil cloud, 1200 came down
On him and 29 more
They fought for their lives but most of them died
In the 173rd Airborne

On the 8th of November, the angels were cryin'
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
There were few men left standin' that day

Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965, the 8th of November

Now he's 58 and his pony tail's gray
But the battle still plays in his head
He limps when he walks but he's strong when he talks
'Bout the shrapnel they left in his leg

He puts on a gray suit over his Airborne tattoo
And he ties it on one time a year
And remembers that fallen as he orders a tall one
And swallows it down with his tears

On the 8th of November, the angels were cryin'
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
There were few men left standin' that day

Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965, the 8th of November

Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965
(1965)

On the 8th of November, the angels were cryin'
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
There were few men left standin' that day

On the 8th of November, the angels were cryin'
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around
There were few men left standin' that day

Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965, the 8th of November
8th of November
(8th of November)

Said goodbye to his Momma as he left South Dakota
To fight for the Red, White and Blue
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
Just doin' what he had to do

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Heart Of Steel - Lyrics - Hell On Stage (Live) - Manowar

Title: Heart Of Steel
Album: Hell On Stage (Live)
Artist: Manowar
Composer(s): Joey Demaio

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Lyric:
Build a fire a thousand miles away
To light my long way home
I ride a comet, my trail is long to stay
Silence is a heavy stone

I fight the world and take all they can give
There are times my heart hangs low
Born to walk against the wind
Born to hear my name
No matter where I stand I'm alone

Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel

Burn the bridge behind you, leave no retreat
There's only one way home
Those who laugh and crowd the path
And cut each other's throats
We'll fall like melting snow

They'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes
They'll bow their heads, their hearts will hang low
Then we'll laugh and they will kneel
And know this heart of steel was
Too hard to break, too hard to hold

Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel
Born with a heart of steel

Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel

Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel

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Under Your Skin - Lyrics - Fever In Fever Out - Luscious Jackson

Title: Under Your Skin
Album: Fever In Fever Out
Artist: Luscious Jackson
Composer(s): Jill Cunniff, Kate Schellenbach

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Lyric:
I'm gettin' in
Under your skin

I got the hungry eye at a northern spy
I watch your smile
My words they float in and out of the light
I try to make sense but it's still a fight

We got a smoky past where minutes last
It took so long to leave so fast
It might not be sweet feelin' this heat

Lie down in the fire with me
I burn everything frequently
If it don't feel good when you first get in
Wait 'til it gets under your skin

Lie down underneath the breeze
Can't cool down when you're down with me
If it don't feel good when you first get in
Wait 'til it gets under your skin

Some deeds done wrong, won't scare me long
I've done a few maybe one or two
If you want to know all of my original sins
Ask the virgin, she knows where I've been

If it ain't too far for you to come
And you wanna get to know someone
It might be sweet feelin' this heat

Lie down in the fire with me
I burn everything frequently
If it don't feel good when you first get in
Wait 'til it gets under your skin

Lie down underneath the breeze
Can't cool down when you're down with me
If it don't feel good when you first get in
Wait 'til it gets under your skin

Lie down in the fire with me
I burn everything frequently
If it don't feel good when you first get in
Wait 'til it gets under your skin

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Southside - Lyrics - Game

Title: Southside
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Darryl Richardson Ii, A Torres, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)

I'll leave your ass crippled like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin' up tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga on the street got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face with a gay like Mase

I don't hate the fagged let's get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a preacher so my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit' game real nigga with flame
He show me Cali love and I ain't in no game

Every nigga that role wit' me betta keep it Gd
I'll put the vertebrate push a DDT
Lets get the sip pi y'all niggas ain't even gifted
Bust a shot at your chin your top getting lifted

G's up get your G's up, scrappy with your weed up
I fuck with G-Unit so y'all sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going through something
I can't change I fuck hoes that would make
May look lame

Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)

The realest of niggas, I role wit' them killas
(Yeah)
The world gotta feel us my clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble I'm in the track with B-M-E cliquing
You ain't gotta know I'm signed to Dre to know that he sick

P-89 thats what I handle my beef with put them hollow tips
Under your arms like speed stick ride through your hood
In a blue Impala like we crisp
Roll down the tints, G-Unit

I'm a head busta, Lil Scrappy when the lead touch ya
And they ain't no coming back when you dead fucker
Sleep in your earn and get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with bottled water heat and get burned

They tampered my phones like D R E and the firm
'Cuz I'm buzzing like WuTang and it ain't even my turn
So who it may concern you'll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin' with them gang bangers in the South side

Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)

Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga
(Hold up)
This your boy little scrappy shorty A-town
(BME, A-town)
Mi nigga game
(Compton)

You know, it's west side in this bitch
(G, G, G, G)
They want to get that ass hit
(G, G, G, G, G, G Unit)
They wanna get that ass hit
Aye, aye, aye,
(G, G, G, G)

Who you lookin' at?
Na not me nigga
Who you lookin' at?
Na not me nigga
Who you lookin' at?
Na not me nigga
I'm for real
Na not me nigga

Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)

South side
South side

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