Pull Me Under - Lyrics - Queen Adreena

Title: Pull Me Under
Artist: Queen Adreena
Composer(s): Raymond Adams, Catherine Jane Garside, Crispin Gray, Peter Anthony Howard

Lyric:
(And I sit here waiting and I comb my hair)
Wait in line, your time will come
Says the man, he waves his gun
Carpet burns beneath my name
Your finger prints, I'll play your game

I'll play your game
Just pull me under
I'll play your game
Just pull me under
Just pull me under

And the silver sea
Rushing over me

Cast your blood
To my open veins
I won't tell them
We'll just play your game

I'll play your game
Just pull me under
I'll take the blame
Just pull me under

Close the curtains
Finger prints in dust
She's been drowning
And I drink her loss

I'll take the blame
Just pull me under
I'll play your game
Just pull me under
I'll play insane
Just pull me under

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Finger Prints - Lyrics - Kellie Coffey

Title: Finger Prints
Artist: Kellie Coffey
Composer(s): John Bettis, Brett James

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Lyric:
There I was all alone
Someone in just the right place
For something to go wrong

Just when I thought that I was safe and sound
He picked all the locks protecting me
And got to me somehow

Just look around, everything is gone
All that's left is just this heartache I've got on

He walked right in and robbed me blind
He took all the love I had
It was almost the perfect crime
And slipped away like a thief into the night

Oh but here I am still breathing
The only proof he left behind
Look on my heart if you want evidence
You'll find his fingerprints

Just how I feel is hard to say
I guess the shock'll fade away
But for today I'll be as strong as I can be
I saw the whole damn thing
But I still can't believe

He walked right in and robbed me blind
He took all the love I had
It was almost the perfect crime
And slipped away like a thief into the night

Oh but here I am still breathing
The only proof he left behind
Look on my heart if you want evidence
You'll find his fingerprints

He slipped away like a thief into the night

Oh but here I am still breathing
The only proof he left behind
Look on my heart if you want evidence
You'll find his fingerprints

Oh, look on my heart if you want evidence
You'll find his fingerprints

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Jaws Theme Swimming - Lyrics - Deja Entendu - Brand New

Title: Jaws Theme Swimming
Album: Deja Entendu
Artist: Brand New
Composer(s): Vincent Accardi, Jesse Lacey

Lyric:
In a car outside, we stalk the idle kind
If you're leavin' just let me know
Tobacco and peppermint, dustin' for finger prints
A film in her eyes from the glow

Some rules are made with all intentions to break
And she defends it with a warped rationale
But I've seen what happens to the wicked and proud
When they decide to try to take on the throne, for the crown

As we learn, as we age, we've learned nothing
And my body still aches
And we take 'cos they give, though I love you
And my body, it leaks like a sieve

When it got cold outside, we smoked beneath the playground lights
If you're comin' home, just let me know
Suckin' on your Breathmints, dissected and stuck with pins
A film in her eyes from the glow

Concrete and water, she's lookin' for her daughter
At midnight in torrential downpour
And everything I said, about how messed up your head is
Got cut up and left in pieces, on the cutting room floor

As we learn, as we age, we've learned nothing
And my body still aches
And we take, 'cos they give, though I love you
And my body, it leaks like a sieve

As we learn, as we age, we've learned nothing
And my body still aches
And we take, 'cos they give, though I love you
And my body, it leaks like a sieve

Take the picture from the wall
When you think that nothing matters
Take a picture from the plane
'Cos it's a long way to the floor

Cut your finger on the edge
'Cos it's sharper than they told you
Take a leap from out the window
'Cos it's way too far to go through the door

As we learn, as we age, we've learned nothing
And my body still aches
And we take, 'cos they give, though I love you
And my body, it leaks like a sieve

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Sittin' Here - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Sittin' Here
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
I'm just sitting here, I ain't saying much I just think
And my eyes don't move left or right they just blink
I think too deep, and I think too long
Plus I think I'm getting weak cos my thoughts are too strong
I'm just sitting here, I aint saying much I just gaze
I'm looking in to space while my CD plays
I gaze quite a lot, in fact I gaze always
And if I blaze, then I just gaze always my days

Cos it's the same old story, shutters, runners, cats and money stacks
And it's the same old story, ninja bikes, gun fights and scary nights
And it's the same old story, window tints and gloves for finger prints
Yeah it's the same old story, police investigate around the area
Cos it was only yesterday we was playing football in the streets
It was only yesterday none of us could ever come to harm
It was only yesterday life was a touch more sweet
Now I'm sitting here thinking wagwan. (Get me wagwan)

I'm just sitting here, I'm just sitting here, Yo
I'm just sitting here, yeah I'm just sitting here, yeah

I'm just sitting here, I aint saying much I just watch
I really don't feel like moving so I cotch
I watch all around, I watch every detail
I watch so hard I'm scared my eyes might fail
I'm just sitting here, I aint saying much I just smile
It's funny cos I haven't bust a smile for a while
I'll smile for a minute, and I'm smiling for an hour
I'm scared cos it's sweet, but it could turn sour

Cos it's the same old story, chung intelligent yaps in hospie flats
And it's the same old story, benefit claims and cheques in false names
And it's the same old story, students truent, learn the streets fluent
Yeah it's the same old story, strange, there's no sign of positive change
Cos it was only yesterday, we was standing firmly on our feet
It was only yesterday, girls were innocent they kept us calm
It was only yesterday, there was less bobbies on the beat
Now I'm sitting here thinking wagwan. (Wagwan, wagwan)

I'm just sitting here, I'm just sitting here, Yo
I'm just sitting here, yeah I'm just sitting here, yeah

I'm just sitting here I aint saying much I'm just vex (shame)
I seen a lot of bullshit, wondering what's next
I'm vex at humanity, vex at the earth
I keep getting vex, till I think what's the worth?
I'm just sitting here, I aint saying much I feel to cry
I'm sitting here depressed and I don't know why
I try to pull myself together, tell myself fix up
And I keep myself from bawling but my eyes they erupt

Cos it's the same old story, crazy boys keep getting on my nerves
And it's the same old story, police don't give me no peace
Yeah, it's the same old story, friends slowly drifting from the ends
Yeah, it's the same old story, I've sussed, there's nobody I can trust
Cos it was only yesterday after school we'd come outside and meet
It was only yesterday, it was all love back then
It was only yesterday, every sunny day was a treat
Now I'm sitting here thinking wagwan. (wagwan wagwan)

I'm just sitting here, I'm just sitting here, Yo
I'm just sitting here, yeah I'm just sitting here, yeah

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Tang Clan - Shaolin Worldwide - Lyrics - Wu

Title: Tang Clan - Shaolin Worldwide
Artist: Wu
Composer(s): Ronald Maurice Bean, Patrick Charles, Robert Diggs, J Hunter, Clifford Smith, Cory Woods

Lyric:
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect, wantin' respect
Never doubt the Life
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?

Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey
Yo, respect, that's my word

Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
All my life I've been poverty stricken
Always took what's mines, never was given
A second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision

You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
Quick to slip the clip in, blow you out position
Street jurisdiction, nigga, no restriction
Concrete composition for emcee's in submission

Special edition crash, course mission
Push through like the task force to crush all competition
See you from a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin'
To your man posted up like two little bitches

When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself with Del, sleepin' with the fishes
I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas
I can't stand the bid when that's all in my business

Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted
I get lifted, I just shoot somethin' from hot biscuit
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
Leave no finger prints and no survivin' witness

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow

Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana
Ninja coma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor
Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda
Death before dishonor, snake charmer

Persona of one who makes drama
Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin' a revolver in my Parker
Bombin' unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder
Fear the bow of the silent archer

Sure shotter, I pass the rock to your starter
Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar

Your highness, the crowd holler
Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma
Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahama steam saunas
The Rebel of opera, popped off the chocolate and the Gosha
Monster truck crush you impostors

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow

I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential
Overlooked 'cuz y'all can't understand what I been through
You ain't got to love me or even pretend to
Actin' like the street, they ain't got no street credentials

Track villains, rats be killin' instrumentals
They catch fillin' and slap a feelin' out ya dental
Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials
Up shit's creek lookin' for some more shit to get into

Got the Clan jewels as I continue
To serve you everythin' on that's on the menu
With Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man
Told you Wake Up?

My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly
Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me
The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me
Shaolin what? Don't get it fucked up and cross me

Rappers gettin' stuck
For actin' stuck up and flossy
Say it ain't so, bust the calico
Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went blow

Wantin' respect, wantin' respect
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?
Wantin' respect, wantin' respect
Wantin' respect, sharpest niggas in the

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No Feelings - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: No Feelings
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Ricardo Brown, Anthony Moody, Tracey Horton, Stephen Walker

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Lyric:
Nigga, I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up

What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?

I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you

Dustin' you off like dirty finger prints on evidence
Battlin' me ya dead like presidents
I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like Jeff
The man just like Meth

Crazy like Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king like Kurupt
When I throw a style you betta duck
If you don't yo ass is outta luck

Don't fuck, wid the masta
If I have to, the I'll blast ya
Then go to church to see my pastor
Why ya have to be like this

Me and the mic's tight like Gladys Knight and the Pips
This year my son turned six
Yo style's wack and you need to get that shit fixed
Representin' Jersey my raps hittin' harder than bricks

I'm iller, realer, than ya local drug dealer
Come to my villa, meet the nine milla
Lettin' off, where I stop you gettin' off
Make you feel it juts like Latifah's kiss in set it off

You want war come on, put on the boxing gloves
People call me an artist in the canvas
'Cause I draw blood, that's what's up
Wid the shit I maneuver

Hit the losers wid a Luger, than lay up in Aruba
I'm gon' be rappin' till you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic
I'm sicker than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
Holdin' heat somewhere on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me though?

Nigga, I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?
I got no reason to live
So make your mind up

What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you
Nigga I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think this is?

I got no reason to live
So make your mind up
What you wanna do?
I make your family be missing you

My name is Stephen, I eat MCs for no apparent reason
It in you if you skeezin' I'm pleasin'
Those who dare, I advise you not to stare
You be assed out like a flat tyre widout a spare

I declare war before I had to even the score
You got me hot like sand on the shore, I'm runnin' the floor
Like a ballerina, I go back like Flava Flav in cold Medina
I get homies to make you say, "You seen her?"

I'm pregnant, but only in my mind
Hopin' my baby rhyme grows up to be a triple platinum album
I fell on, using the steel to do crimes
Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs

Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like Madden
Cream, automatic attractive like a magnet
Speedin' like car racin', cream like carnation
Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar facin'

Hey old lady, sorry's all I can say
By bills got me lookin' at pocket books, in a different way
Fox got the bubbled eye Benz-o
I'm in the back of Kurupt flex truck playin' 64 Nintendo

Get peeled, skills in the fields
Raw dog raw deals, niggas either ill, fake or real
Penetrates I only heard ah tens and thirty eights
Ride as the niggas turnin' states and flippin' crates

Get lift like weights, bust and radiate spreadin' infections
Murderous mafia connections, I wanna feel touched like feelings
Start drillin' start ampin' out, hittin' wid autos campin' out
Wid autos innovative calculative creative

Touched nigga, hectic, wid a couple seconds
A bust nigga, from a distance I can peep a fuck up
You on the Ave wid nuthin' but cash to get stuck up
Man them diamonds y'all got is nice, hot

Never seen cowards wid so much ice
I got blocks to get all that's got behind the scenes
Sellin' glocks, tech nines, sixteens and magazines
Zines, zines, zines

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(Compasion) As Skull Fragments On The Wall - Lyrics - Boy Sets Fire

Title: (Compasion) As Skull Fragments On The Wall
Artist: Boy Sets Fire
Composer(s): Robert W Avery, Nathan Gray, Charles W Istvan, Matt Krupanski, Joshua Latshaw

Lyric:
Front and center ten percent pulled apart
Vilified tolerate but only to patronize
Hang a noose like a crucifix dangles high
Leg breaking for your sheep becomes suicide

Sticking to your guns provokes an ugly picture
Of a child gagging on those same guns
Transforming more self loathing youth
From queers to corpses in two seconds flat

You've got correction tape for every transgress
Immediate approval for distress
Call out your icon from its whites washed tomb
Your perversion your blame your truth

Trigger finger prints in a pool of blood
Pray for us that our sins will come undone
Now that you've decided in all of your tirade
That we are not worthy to live

You will burn in hell for everyone you've killed
For every drop of blood that you have ever spilled
Diseased and deranged became a draining mass of death
At your request in your prayers in your speeches you claim our death

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The Island-Come & See/The Landlord’s Daughter/You’ll Not Feel The Drowning - Lyrics - The Crane Wife - Decemberists

Title: The Island-Come & See/The Landlord’s Daughter/You’ll Not Feel The Drowning
Album: The Crane Wife
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy

Lyric:
There's an island hidden in the sound
Lapping currents lay your boat to ground
Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their Arabesques
And sorrow fills the silence all around, you come and see

There's a harbor lost within the reeds
A jetty caught in over-hanging trees
Among the bones of cormorants, no boot mark here nor finger prints
The rivers roll down to a soundless sea, you come and see
Come and see

The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye
Who rose like the wind
Though we know for sure amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again, come and see
Come and see

In the lowlands, nestled in the heat
A brier cradle rocks its babe to sleep
Its contents watched by Sycorax and patagon in paralax
A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep, you come and see
Come and see

The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye
Who rose like the wind
Though we know for sure amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again, come and see
Come and see

As I was rambled
Down by the water
I spied in sable
The landlord's daughter

Produced my pistol
Then my saber
To make no whistle
Or thou will be murdered

Lord
Lord

She cursed, she shivered
She cried for mercy
"My gold and silver
If thou will release me"

Lord
Lord
Lord

I'll take no gold miss
I'll take no silver
I'll take those sweet lips
And I'll deliver

Lord
Lord

I will dress your eyelids
With dimes upon your eyes
Laying close to water
Green your grave will rise

Go to sleep now little ugly
Go to sleep now you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning

Forget you once had sweethearts
They've forgotten you
Think you not on parents
They've forgotten too

Go to sleep now little ugly
Go to sleep now you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning

Go to sleep now little ugly
Go to sleep now you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning

Hear you now the captain
Heed his sorrowed cry
Weight upon your eyelids
Is dimes laid on your eyes

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I Bruise Easily - Lyrics - Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield

Title: I Bruise Easily
Album: Unwritten
Artist: Natasha Bedingfield
Composer(s): Natasha Anne Bedingfield, Andrew Marcus Frampton, Wayne Wilkins

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Lyric:
My skin is like a map
Where my heart has been
And I can't hide the marks
But it's not a negative thing

So I lay down my guard
Drop my defences
Down by my clothes
I'm learning to fall
With no safety net
To cushion the blow

I bruise easily
So be gentle
When you handle me
There's a mark you leave
Like a love heart
Carved on a tree
I bruise easily
Can't scratch the surface
Without moving me
Underneath, I bruise easily
I bruise easily

I found your finger prints
On a glass of wine
Do your know your leaving them
All over this heart of mine too

If I never take
This leap of faith
I'll never know
So I'm learning to fall
With no safety net
To cushion the blow

I bruise easily
So be gentle
When you handle me
There's a mark you leave
Like a love heart
Carved on a tree
I bruise easily
Can't scratch the surface
Without moving me
Underneath, I bruise easily
I bruise easily

Anyone who
Can touch you
Can hurt you
Or heal you
Anyone who
Can reach you
Can love you
Or leave you

So be gentle
So be gentle
So be gentle
So be gentle

I bruise easily
So be gentle
When you handle me
There's a mark you leave
Like a love heart
Carved on a tree
I bruise easily
Can't scratch the surface
Without moving me
Underneath, I bruise easily
I bruise easily

I bruise easily
So be gentle
When you handle me
There's a mark you leave
Like a love heart
Carved on a tree
I bruise easily
Can't scratch the surface
Without moving me
Underneath, I bruise easily
I bruise easily

I bruise easily
I bruise easily

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(Compassion) As Skull Fragments On The Wall - Lyrics - After The Eulogy - Boy Sets Fire

Title: (Compassion) As Skull Fragments On The Wall
Album: After The Eulogy
Artist: Boy Sets Fire
Composer(s): Robert W Avery, Nathan Gray, Charles W Istvan, Matt Krupanski, Joshua Latshaw

Lyric:
Front and center ten percent pulled apart
Vilified tolerate but only to patronize
Hang a noose like a crucifix dangles high
Leg breaking for your sheep becomes suicide

Sticking to your guns provokes an ugly picture
Of a child gagging on those same guns
Transforming more self loathing youth
From queers to corpses in two seconds flat

You've got correction tape for every transgress
Immediate approval for distress
Call out your icon from its whites washed tomb
Your perversion your blame your truth

Trigger finger prints in a pool of blood
Pray for us that our sins will come undone
Now that you've decided in all of your tirade
That we are not worthy to live

You will burn in hell for everyone you've killed
For every drop of blood that you have ever spilled
Diseased and deranged became a draining mass of death
At your request in your prayers in your speeches you claim our death

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Just One Of Those Days - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: Just One Of Those Days
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothin' at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
You just could not break the string of bad luck

A day where Murphy's law takes over your life
And you just can't seem to do a darn thing right
And when the day was over you just had to say
You said "Man it's just one of those days"

My day started off kind of cool I brushed my teeth I combed my hair
And I got dressed and went to school
I stopped at the store for a breakfast snack
A tasty cake and orange juice and a bubble yum pack

About that point I proceeded to class
I spoke to all the pretty girls that I passed
I went to my room which was on the first floor
I had no idea what I was in for

I sat in my desk and minded my own business
Someone knocked on the door the teacher said, "Who is it"
This girl walked in my imagination ran wild
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled

I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said, "What's wrong with you fool are you some kind of nut"
The teacher turned around while my arm was extended
She looked me in the face and said, "Prince you're suspended"

I said, "Your trippin' it's just a bad habit"
She put it in my face she must've wanted me to grab it
I pleaded my case but she wrote the pink slip
Then I just shoke my head I said, "I don't believe this"

She sent me to the head of the discipline staff
I tried to play it off so I started to laugh
I said, "Ha ha this story is great"
It's a big misunderstandin' one big mistake

He didn't think that it was funny he didn't even smile
He said, "Mmm, mmm, mmm you're an unlucky child"
I stopped laughin' and I said, "Why is that"
He said, "Just get out my school and don't you ever come back"

I said, "Wait this is my school and you're tellin' me to leave it"
He handed me my books and said, "Yep you'd best believe it"
As I walked out the school back at the wall I did gaze
And said, "Man it's just one of those days"

I woke up around a quarter to eight
I wiped the sleep from out my eyes and I was feelin' great
I flipped my radio on and to my utter surprise
I thought that it was eight o'clock but it was half past nine

I hopped up and put my feet on the floor
Ran to the bathroom then I hit my foot on the door
The pain was immense as it started to throb
I said, to hell with broken toes I was losin' my job

So I combed my hair then I brushed my teeth
Threw my Fila suit and my Fila sneaks
Threw my Fila underwear and my Fila hat
Then I ran downstairs and kicked the Fila cat

I grabbed my jacket then I grabbed my keys
Then I prayed out loud car start please
The car started but what good was that
I couldn't drive it anyway because the tires were flat

I did the hundred yard dash to the top of my block
Then I grabbed a dollar bill from my left sweat sock
The bus pulled up I was late and kind of nervous
I got real mad because the sign said, "Out of service"

I started hikin' it I wasn't likin' it
I saw a little kid I stole his bike and started bikin' it
I thought I got away but when I ducked around the corner
There was twelve cop cars I said, "I'm a goner"

Slamed on the break I did 180 turn
Peddled the bike so fast I heard the rubble burn
With the cops in hot pursuit I started feelin' like a jerk
I thought man all of this 'cause I was tryin' to get to work

I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
'Til this girl walked by somethin' said, "Not to look"
But I thought what the heck a little peek can't hurt
But she made me miss the sign that said, "Men at work"

I screamed out loud as I crashed through the baracade
I saw my whole life flash before my face
I felt kind of dizzy all I saw was stars
I put my hands over my eyes and settled on the handle bars

That was stupid I got off track
Because about that point everythin' went black
The next thing I remember is a head ache naggin'
I woke up face down in the back of a paddy wagon

I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dead
A big flinstone lump on the side of my head
They took my picture and my finger prints
I said, "Wait you can't arrest me I'm the fresh prince"

I demand that you release me you incompetent fool
You can't arrest me I'm the prince you know the rules
You got five seconds 'fore I punch out your lights
But then the cop pulled out his gun I said, "Ha ha psyche"

I had a call so I called my boss
I figured I might as well what else could be lost
Boss I'm sorry that I couldn't make it today
He said, "What are you talkin' about you're off today is Saturday"

Stuck in a cell scared as hell
I'm a hungry kind of tired and I hate this awful smell
Maybe one day I'll get smart and change my ways
But for now it's just one of those days

It's just one of those days

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The Day The Niggaz Took Over - Lyrics - The Chronic - Dr. Dre

Title: The Day The Niggaz Took Over
Album: The Chronic
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Antoinette Colandero, Eric Collins, Delmar Arnaud, Cordozar Broadus, Andre R Young

Lyric:
I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine. If you ain't down for the Africans
Here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the
Ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to
Step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in
And start puttin some funk in that ass
Break em off sometin

I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die

They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand
The reason why they take me life and me?hand
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach
Them rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see
Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut
Me don't show no love 'cause it's us against them
Them never ever love me 'cause it's sport to break de
And kill at my own risk if I may
Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest

Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say
Rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want
To show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street

How many niggaz are ready to lose?
Yeah, so what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
I said how many niggas are ready to lose
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9

Nobody told us today, in otherwords
You're still a slave. No matter how
Much money you got, you still ain't shit

Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
'Cause what I just heard broke me in half
And half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin
Laugh now but cry much later
Ya see when niggas get together they get mad 'cause they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They find that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob
(And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem so they can't love me)
Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or sometin
Got a VCR
In the back of my car
That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop

There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd
Throwin things at the officers
And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see
She took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand

How many niggaz are ready to lose?
Yeah, so what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
I said how many niggas are ready to lose
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9

I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die

One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
187 Time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away
Or get prints so my Uzi witta spray
POP POP POP another motherfucker drop
And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?*
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo
Creepin with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
And cracker so now he best to back up
I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up-
Town, the motherfuckin cops are all around
Helicopters flyin
These motherfuckers tryin
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no's the poor black refuse to go

This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these
Fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south
End of South Central is a long way
Break em off sometin

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Death Tone - Lyrics - Overkill

Title: Death Tone
Artist: Overkill
Composer(s): Friedman Joseph De Maio

Lyric:
Ridin' on to wheels
Chain suit on my heels
Sittin' on leather
Ridin' on steel

Put my shades on
Hair blows in the wind
I give some square the finger
Now he won't look again

Now, you were sittin' home
And I got sent to Nam
I went through the big house
You just worked at job

Hear me calling
Can't you hear my death tone?
Hear me calling
Can't you hear my death tone?

Hear me ride
On into the night
Pull along side
If you're looking for a fight

My social workers
Got me on a chain
Keeps me out of jail
So the paper prints his name

Unemployment checks
Run out next week
It won't be very long
'Til I'm back on the streets again

Now, you were sittin' home
And I got sent to Nam
I went through the big house
You just worked at job

Hear me calling
Can't you hear my death tone?
Hear me calling
Can't you hear my death tone?

Hear me ride
On into the night
Pull along side
If you're looking for a fight

Death tone
Death tone
Gonna ride on my death tone
On into the night

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Death Tone - Lyrics - Battle Hymns - Manowar

Title: Death Tone
Album: Battle Hymns
Artist: Manowar
Composer(s): Friedman Joseph De Maio

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Lyric:
Ridin' on two wheels
Chains hooked on my heels
Sittin' on leather
Ridin' on steel

Put my shades on
Hair blows in the wind
I give some square the finger
Now he won't look again, no he won't

Now, you were sittin' home
And I got sent to Nam
I went to the big house
You just worked at job

Hear me calling
Can't you hear my death tone
Hear me calling
Can't you hear my death tone
Hear me ride on into the night
Pull along side
If you're looking for a fight, hey, hey

My social worker's
Got me on a chain
Keeps me out of jail
So the paper prints his name
Yes it does, and he likes it

Unemployment checks
Run out next week
It won't be very long
'Til I'm back on the streets again

Now, you were sittin' home
And I got sent to Nam
I went to the big house
You just worked at job

Hear me calling
Can't you hear my death tone
Hear me calling
Can't you hear my death tone
Hear me ride on into the night
Pull along side
If you're looking for a fight, hey, hey, hey, yeah

Death tone
Death tone
Gonna ride on my death tone, yes I am
I'm gonna ride [Incomprehensible]

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Beware The Jubjub Bird And Shun The Fumious Bandersnatch - Lyrics - Wonderland - Forgive Durden

Title: Beware The Jubjub Bird And Shun The Fumious Bandersnatch
Album: Wonderland
Artist: Forgive Durden
Composer(s): Thomas Dutton, Thomas Garrett Hunter

Lyric:
She exits her gold chariot
One pump at a time
Cloaked in her matching pin-striped
Arsenal of next month's nows
She grazes through the dark

Downtown concrete planes
She seeks a special kill
A flesh she's never had before
A prey whose blood is rich with love

I want to sink my teeth into
Skin I can't see through
I'll clench my jaw deep down inside
Lick my lips hoping to find
A taste of life with you

Holes freckle her hips
She's sick of breaking necks
With designer prints, French tips
Her shoes as red as lips
Every meal tastes alike

I want something I can bite
Like the tethers of this diet
Let the shackles fill my cheeks
Feed these itching jowls
Flush my painted teeth
My palate has been cleansed

I want to sink my teeth into
Skin I can't see through
I'll clench my jaw deep down inside
Lick my lips hoping to find
A taste of life with you

Jewels and stones cut so precise
Held up by a ring
Catches all glances and looks
Hoping to distract from
The finger to the left
So bare and unfurnished
Named for sporting such hardware

With dreams cut so precise
She's held up by her strings
She catches all glances and looks
Hoping to find someone that can
Dress her naked hand
I'll tear my heart right out
And have you sport it as hardware

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Beware The Jubjub Bird And Shun The Frumious Bandersnatch - Lyrics - Forgive Durden

Title: Beware The Jubjub Bird And Shun The Frumious Bandersnatch
Artist: Forgive Durden
Composer(s): Thomas Dutton, Thomas Garrett Hunter

Lyric:
She exits her gold chariot
One pump at a time
Cloaked in her matching pin-striped
Arsenal of next month's nows
She grazes through the dark

Downtown concrete planes
She seeks a special kill
A flesh she's never had before
A prey whose blood is rich with love

I want to sink my teeth into
Skin I can't see through
I'll clench my jaw deep down inside
Lick my lips hoping to find
A taste of life with you

Holes freckle her hips
She's sick of breaking necks
With designer prints, French tips
Her shoes as red as lips
Every meal tastes alike

I want something I can bite
Like the tethers of this diet
Let the shackles fill my cheeks
Feed these itching jowls
Flush my painted teeth
My palate has been cleansed

I want to sink my teeth into
Skin I can't see through
I'll clench my jaw deep down inside
Lick my lips hoping to find
A taste of life with you

Jewels and stones cut so precise
Held up by a ring
Catches all glances and looks
Hoping to distract from
The finger to the left
So bare and unfurnished
Named for sporting such hardware

With dreams cut so precise
She's held up by her strings
She catches all glances and looks
Hoping to find someone that can
Dress her naked hand
I'll tear my heart right out
And have you sport it as hardware

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