Fire In The Basement - Lyrics - Slaves And Masters - Deep Purple

Title: Fire In The Basement
Album: Slaves And Masters
Artist: Deep Purple
Composer(s): Ian Paice, Roger D Glover, Joe Lynn Turner, Ritchie Blackmore, Jon Lord

Lyric:
I came 'round to your front door, your back door was locked
Pushed your button, rang your bell, you didn't hear me knock
Oh baby I saw your window open wide, so I crawled inside
I ran to the top floor, but you were on the ground
I was on my way up and you were going down

Fire in the basement
Burn me up, scream and shout
There's fire in the basement
Only you can put it out

This strange sensation that I'm going through
Sweet infatuation when I get next to you
I know what it takes to be a man, you understand
'Cause when the sparks start flying you'll never be the same
You know I'll hate to leave you girl but I'm so glad I came

Fire in the basement
Burn me up, scream and shout
Fire in the basement
Only you can put it out
Alright

Fire in the basement
Burn me up, scream and shout
Fire in the basement
Only you can put it out

Smoky eyes burning bright
Innocence lost, satisfy my appetite
Oh baby surrender to the flame, what's your name
Let's get down to business, how can you refuse
Give this boy a helping hand, come on light my fuse

Fire in the basement
Burn me up, scream and shout
Fire in the basement
Only you can put it out

Fire in the basement
Burn me up, scream and shout
Fire in the basement
Only you can put it out oh babe
"Hey you gotta match?"

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Cats And Dogs - Lyrics - City High - City High

Title: Cats And Dogs
Album: City High
Artist: City High
Composer(s): Ryan Toby, Wyclef Jean, Claudette Ortiz, Jerry Duplessis, Robby Pardlo

Lyric:
City High, City High, '99, '99

If you my dog, let me hear you bark
It ain't my fault that the thought that hit your heart
Split you apart, you should've kept your guard
Trying to play it hard last night pulled up in a black Lex in a yard

Talk a lotta Ra Ra, ya gonna murder me
You got the wrong conspiracy, this ain't Kennedy
Jealousy get ya no where wit Lady C
You want a wish you better I dream of genie

Yo, all I left her was a broken heart
And a bunch of lies that I told her
And I bounced before the sheets, were warm
See, I'm the type to love them
And leave them for no reason, I'll be out the door
I don't catch feelings 'cuz my heart is cold

See, I'm that brother that your mother tried to warn you 'bout
But you just had to try it, now you crying on yo mamas couch
You put your heart in the fire, baby, it burned up
So, here's a little story 'bout a lesson you should learn from

It ain't my fault that I'm a dog, I've been in love before
But me, I picked the apple that was rotten to the core
I put the world at her feet she kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't fall in love 'cuz I'll end up gettin' hurt

It ain't my fault that I'm a dog, I've been in love before
But, the trust I had in women as been thoroughly destroyed
I put the world at her feet she kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't fall in love, 'cause I'm always gettin' hurt

Well, first of all it ain't my fault that the chick broke your heart
If you was hurt, you should have told me from the start
Instead of sending me the flowers all that candy and the Gucci shit
On the phone for hours gassing me like I'm some groupy bitch

I've been hurt too, but that don't mean I'll hurt you
Never did I burn you, or front you like some do
Now, look at what we've come to it's young and it's stupid
How you blaming all of us for one chick that was rooking

It ain't my fault that you're a dog, I've been in love before
But you, you put the apple that was rotten to the core
I put the world at your feet, you kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't show no love 'cause I'll end up gettin' hurt

It ain't my fault that you're a dog, I've been in love before
But the trust I have in men has been thoroughly destroyed
I put the world at your feet you kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't show no love 'cuz I'm always gettin' hurt

I thought you was a angel God sent to me, must have be
But the memory of our love burned like a rub burned
But a thug learned never put your heart in a flame
Be a part of the game, play smart in the game

But I was young back then, dumb back then
But nowadays how I plays not the same
Controlling these games I know it can't do the pain
So don't come cry to me, lie to me

These days these women, just leave you bustin'
Penny less stuck with no benefits
Fucking for Benjamins, suckers like Guinea pigs
Thinking they innocent

If I let them in again, I may never win again
Like the Bulls with no Jordon, apifiniit
So when no love strong enough for me to be steppin' in
Where the booga basement love don't win for no more baby face it

It ain't my fault that I'm a dog, I've been in love before
But me, I picked the apple that was rotten to the core
I put the world at her feet, she kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't fall in love 'cuz I'll end up gettin' hurt

It ain't my fault that I'm a dog, I've been in love before
But, the trust I had in women as been thoroughly destroyed
I put the world at her feet, she kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't fall in love, 'cause I'm always gettin' hurt

It ain't my fault that you're a dog, I've been in love before
But you, you put the apple that was rotten to the core
I put the world at your feet, you kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't show no love 'cause I'll end up gettin' hurt

It ain't my fault that you're a dog, I've been in love before
But the trust I have in men has been thoroughly destroyed
I put the world at your feet, you kicked it in the dirt
Now, I won't show no love 'cuz I'm always gettin' hurt

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Omaha Stylee - Lyrics - Live! - 311

Title: Omaha Stylee
Album: Live!
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Nicholas Hexum, Douglas Martinez

Lyric:
In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone
In a minute things you though were tied can come straight undone
How 'bout some knocks on wood some so far it's so good any day
What you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out

To the north and south that's what plates are about
Nature has no conscience, no kindness or ill will
But the dreams they had make me sad because of the vides of them
When one girl dreamt a fire in hers and then it happened

To me and my family my bro's and I were driving
The RV bleeding flames us leaping through fire surviving
Zoned with no home there was fire all on it
Umm, let me have my life I want it

I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
I'm gonna let you know that I said
We're coming in kill we're coming chill
We've comin' in how we will

Gone to tell the whole world what's the deal
And I say know no critical boarder 'cuz
We do what we want
Got more funky styles that my laser jet got font

Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain't no thing

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radio's weak and the shows are more fun
But you know we fucked up the dance since 1988
Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state

Still we're down like that
Still we're down like that
Still we're down like that
Makin' the funk that smells of skunk

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radio's weak and the shows are more fun
But you know we fucked up the dance since 1988
Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state

The [Incomprehensible] that we come from
Was a poor table basement
The budget was low key
And the record was Jamaican but

Such occasions occur back in the day
It begins you're a raw kid all the way
Son of a gun but they you drifted
All are endowed but few are gifted

At the break of dawn behaving like a spy
Lampin' in the light the cold world awakens
Deeper is the light to open up the sky
Look into my eyes and see the dialatin'

Omaha stylee is the shit we come with man
Embedded in out souls it breathes out from this band
We always knew that we could
Thank you if you too felt we would

Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain't no thing

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radio's weak and the shows are more fun
But you know we fucked up the dance since 1988
Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state

Still we're down like that
Still we're down like that
Still we're down like that
Kickin' the funk that smells of skunk

We will arise explore these worlds and find the grass roots
How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew
My dude on the one come off like teflon
Rock your shit and you will rise on

If you're a farmer outstanding in your field say, "Uhh"
Do as you eill do as you wish follow your bliss say,"Uhh"
We travel round the world giving it our best
We'd like to see the people dancing and bouncing and the rest

The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass
We forged the sword chariots of war our battle axe
There's power in anger but loves a bigger banger
Complete props to my crew this is how we do

Omaha stylee

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Black Diamond Bay - Lyrics - Desire - Bob Dylan

Title: Black Diamond Bay
Album: Desire
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Jacques Levy, Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Up on the white veranda
She wears a necktie and a Panama hat
Her passport shows a face from
Another time and place
She looks nothin' like that
And all the remnants of her recent past
Are scattered in the wild wind
She walks across the marble floor
Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in
She smiles, walks the other way
As the last ship sails and the moon fades away
From Black Diamond Bay

As the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down
And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write
"Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says
Carefully removes his fez
"Am I hearin' you right?"
And as the yellow fog is liftin'
The Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor
She passes him on the spiral staircase
Thinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador
She starts to speak, but he walks away
As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway
On Black Diamond Bay

A soldier sits beneath the fan
Doin' business with a tiny man who sells him a ring
Lightning strikes, the lights blow out
The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout
"Can you see anything?"
Then the Greek appears on the second floor
In his bare feet with a rope around his neck
While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle
Says, "Open up another deck"
But the dealer says, "Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait"
As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away
From Black Diamond Bay

The desk clerk heard the woman laugh
As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough
He tried to grab the woman's hand
Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand"
She said, "That ain't enough"
Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags
While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb
She passed the door that the Greek had locked
Where a handwritten sign read, "Do not disturb"
She knocked upon it anyway
As the sun went down and the music did play
On Black Diamond Bay

I've got to talk to someone quick
But the Greek said, "Go away" and he kicked the chair to the floor
He hung there from the chandelier
She cried, "Help, there's danger near
Please open up the door!"
Then the volcano erupted
And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above
The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner
Thinking of forbidden love
But the desk clerk said, "It happens every day"
As the stars fell down and the fields burned away
On Black Diamond Bay

As the island slowly sank
The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room
The dealer said, "It's too late now
You can take your money, but I don't know how
You'll spend it in the tomb"
The tiny man bit the soldier's ear
As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew
While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her
"My darling, je vous aime beaucoup"
She sheds a tear and then begins to pray
As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away
From Black Diamond Bay

I was sittin' home alone one night in L.A.
Watchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news
It seems there was an earthquake that
Left nothin' but a Panama hat
And a pair of old Greek shoes
Didn't seem like much was happenin'
So I turned it off and went to grab another beer
Seems like every time you turn around
There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear
And there's really nothin' anyone can say
And I never did plan to go anyway
To Black Diamond Bay

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Repentance Day - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Repentance Day
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): C Smith, Anthony Berkeley, Walter Reed

Lyric:
Yo, there's still time

As the door close, the cold wind blows
Down America like the Wall of Jericho
Some will walk the sheet close
Many are called but few are chose

Who knows until the day they be exposed
UFO's surround the globe
The world is prepared to explode
So I grab hold of the North Pole

Not tryin' to meet the lost soul, at the crossroad
We're bein' sucked up into the black hole
Young becomes old, mighty clouds roll
Unfold the scrolls that were foretold, by the forefathers

The end of the world saga, streets flooded with lava
Mommas and papas, toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas
Rock stars and mobsters, above streets in helicopter
Filled with doctors readin' the death roster

Guts spillin' out like pasta, sky, misty, often tipsy
From off the whiskey, the gypsy, told me, my chances, were risky
Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me, too shifty
I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second comin'

People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians
Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by scientists
This is it, 'The Apocalypse', I see the mother ship above the cliff
Over Egypt, it made me sea sick, I see the eclipse
And the abyss, the night shifts

It's repentance day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up
And Hell's closin' in

It's repentance day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up
And Hell's closin' in

The archangel imprison my soul into a prism
Usin' cell division and molecular collision within me
He listen and analyze the heartbeat and rhythms
Of children livin' brutalized

My ears became used to the vibes of ruined lives
Sounds in the chamber I was hidden in
was so spine-tinglin' I was tremblin'
Envisionin' the fear, here within a new millennium

Where rain became toxic, the air's stale and noxious
Comets hit co-ops with force that made blocks split
Flocks tried to escape a fate that made even hard rocks slide
As nuclear dropped out of the sky, causin' burns too severe

For hydro peroxide and sodium oxide, deep down outta basements
Fish turned lopsided and upside down from atomic face lifts
Through the blackness I saw John the Baptist, on the atlas
Holdin' the masters to my Psalm under his arm

But long before I even wrote 'em
23 elders each wrote me a Psalm
And placed them within my motor neurons
It contained the approximate date of, 'The Apocalypse'

Deposited in scripts of the 20th century prophets
The clock ticks, tick, tick, tick upon the land borders
I count down the manslaughter
Military camcorders under ocean waters

Red October causin' fish to grow arms, legs, tits
And double heads, mutating the eggs as the radiation spreads
Over the water beds, I watch Mother Nature as she bled
Grym, was placed in skin casing to begin lacing hymns

Through the basement, won't be no escapin'
From the South to the North
Where you run ten paces and your face is fallin' off

It's repentance day
It's repentance day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up
And Hell's closin' in

It's repentance day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up
And Hell's closin' in

Raised in Hell, waitin' for angels like Rafael
Comin' from space to trace, they race
Thrown in jail cells I had a purpose since
The sperm cell, to bail out and get braille

For the blinded children in Israel
Kids kill forget the bill
For, dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor
Controls the people livin' legal

Sit back and chill, until time will reveal
Two thousand and one holy men with force fields
Levitatin' space ships, earthquake hits, United States splits
Projects turn to snake pits

Secrets of the Masons came to revelations
Babylon destroyed by the nations aggravations
Riots in the train stations, criminals grabbin' cops
Snakes rattlin', angels draggin'

Seven head dragons out the Roman empire
Surrounded with fire, liars in the Pentagon
Drop their nuclear bombs, ran, panic
But still, was trapped on the planet

Died before the mother ship landed
Only the chosen ones understand it, some can't
'Cause of TV brain damage, no time to be romantic
This day your independence and repentance, pentance, pentance

"Now I see the light, my whole life is moving in one direction
I see that now, there never has been any choice for me"

Repentance day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up
And Hell's closin' in

Repentance day
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up
And Hell's closin' in

Did you repent today?
Repent for your sins
When the gates of Heaven open up
And Hell's closin' in

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Romeo'S Distress - Lyrics - Only Theatre Of Pain - Christian Death

Title: Romeo'S Distress
Album: Only Theatre Of Pain
Artist: Christian Death
Composer(s): Rikk Agnew, Rozz Williams

Lyric:
Burning crosses on a nigger's lawn
Burning dollars, what's a house without a home?
Dance in your white sheet glory
Dance in your passion

Talk about sugar on the six fingered beast
Conversations about the holes in your hands
Walk through the garden of man's desire
Conversation about the kingdom of fire
Conversation about the kingdom of fire

What's that moving in the basement?
What's that moving in the attic?
Who's that walking in the shadows?
Who's that walking in the streets?

Kiss on my hand after dark
Hand for a kiss after dark
Kiss on my hand
A kiss on my hand
A kiss on my hand

Romance in sequence harmful to the blind
Burning hearts through the top of your skull
Dance in your white sheet glory
Dance in your passion

Your days are numbered with creations in your pocket
Your days are numbered with the love in your eyes
Love in your eyes
Love?

What's that moving in the basement?
What's that moving in the attic?
Who's that lying on the altar?
Who's that lying in the streets?

A kiss on my hand after dark
Hand for a kiss after dark
Kiss on my hand
A kiss on my hand
A kiss on my hand
A kiss on my hand

Pull down the sheets and take off your clothes
Get out of bed, I'm so tired, I'm so tired
Pull down the sheets and take off your clothes
Get out of bed, I'm so tired, I'm so tired
I'm so tired

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Fort Hood - Lyrics - Golden Delicious - Mike Doughty

Title: Fort Hood
Album: Golden Delicious
Artist: Mike Doughty
Composer(s): Mike Doughty, Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Jerome Ragni

Lyric:
I'd rather watch movie stars get fat
I'd rather hang up the flag and be done with it
I'd rather keep the fire and the frenzy out of my mind

I'd rather take sides in an argument
I'd rather crank up the bass in a dark basement
I'd rather leave the mobs and the murder in a distant land

Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in

My vote's a bed and a football pool
Five on the red, six on the blue
Wake up fool, there's no time for a shouting match

I smell blood and there's no blood around
Blanked out eyes and a blanked out sound
I see them coming back motionless in an airport lounge

Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in

You should be getting stoned with a prom dress girl
You should still believe in an endless world
You should blast Young Jeezy with your friends in a parking lot

Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in

Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in

Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in

Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in

Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in

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Go Ahead Den - Lyrics - Kardinal Offishall

Title: Go Ahead Den
Artist: Kardinal Offishall
Composer(s): Ahmir Thompson, Rozell Brown, Malik Smart, Jimmy Gray, Jason Harrow, Tarik Collins, Carl Jenkins

Lyric:
Alright, yo, I'm bust
I'ma kill it, I'ma kill it
Here we go, here we go, yo

My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team
My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme
My whole steez, nigga, please, put the mic down
Talk about your represent when you embarrassing your town

Walking around with the Gay Pride parade crown
Silicone raps underneath that pink gown
Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
Entertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the sound

You are a has been rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice
Saying, ?I'm independent now, looking for a new life?
A weak DJ, living off of 80's fame
Guess starring in the basement, living off of Tigga's name

My name's Kardinal, the pearl mic dark figure
Diploma type thoughts mixed up with street niggas
Living underground trying to earn the pop loot
'Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot

No patience for the weed, not quick enough to thief
Can't pimp, don't like fur coats or gold teeth
But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat
I might smile up in your face and then jack your SP

Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me?
(Go ahead den)
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with flows
You don't know how a fire starter go
(Go ahead den)

Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go ahead den)
Yo, eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Y'all have seen me, ya not seen
(Go ahead den)

Yo, my rhymes are FedEx covered in latex delivered to your Jubby
My charms tribes quest for hot sex, no bust for the next can protect
See when the I drop, the niggas saying, 'what?'
And the skins are saying wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

I'm dripping in 'nuff girls and missing what we trying to say
But talking about a revolution, end up talking about the day
When they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for your mind
But I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind

Oh, damn girl, you make think 'bout selling out
But oops, your weave just fell out

I am straight from the place that first brought you Vince Carter
The story of Hurricane and imported sugar cane
And snappy pop coming at you three for a dollar
What, Peter loves who? Yo, don't bother to hail it up

In the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beat
And find your head caught between timbos and concrete
And that's real, a lot of ignorant peeps around the way
Ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day

But do what to do, ayyo, who am I to say?
I just want your records sales anyway
You see me

Someone kill to try and come up
With the things that I say, I'm a bad mother, yo
(Go ahead den)
I'm too fresh like Guess-V in a special way
Special way but everyday
(Go ahead den)

Yo, yo, I'm kick another one
Another one for the mic
Know what I'm saying?

Yo, I'm rolling through my hood system waking up the neighbors
Hell yeah, I know it's wrong but I gotta pump my song
Heavier rotation than Sisqo and Thong Song
I'm the perfect combination of Einstein and Long Dong Silver

Up in one, kick real raps for fun
I'm the black anti-Babylon, rapping shogun
I try not to bus' until I'm sure she cum
If I get a little itch, I check out the whole [Incomprehensible]

My tongue is like an instant check for 7-0's
Write about this, rhyme something about the hoes
Anyways I try to uplift but not too serious yet
Because too much to say makes the Negro's a threat

So we talk about sex and promote the drug game
Even though we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a name
Cha, I'm trying to get my Moms out the ghetto
And you would too if you could flow, stupid

I'm ill to the 7th degree
T-dot represent, ya hearing me
(Go ahead den)
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with flows
You don't know how a fire starter go
(Go ahead den)

Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go ahead den)
Yo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Y'all have seen me? Ya not seen
(Go ahead den)

DJ Tracks

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Fat Chance - Lyrics - Music - 311

Title: Fat Chance
Album: Music
Artist: 311
Composer(s): C Sexton, N Hexum, T Mahonmey, A Wills

Lyric:
Na na na na na na
Aw yea I've seen the devil and the devil is coke
Not down like that cuz it ain't a fuckin joke
Trip ther shrooms fantastic
Shit gets drasctic I didn't believe a word
Can you hear this can you hear in the
Make the music soothin' your system
Come on now, come on now
Hear the beat so sweet I shouldn't tell you how
Im a freak yall Im a freak yall
Much love to my man
Stan Thomas
Yea you say like what up to our man
Eddy Offord
Eddy Offord

You know I'm ready, yes to rock steady
My name's not Betty or Teddy, but Nick
And I'm what you might call a heretic
Yes, and I am from Nebraska
My girl is satisfied, you can ask her
You know I've never visited Alaska
Huh, where the oil was spilt
That drunken captain should be killed
For polluting the sea, an atrocity
He still walks free, well
This one goes to all the birds that drown
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

Just fuck the bullshit and get with it
It's time to throw down and so I said it words of
Wisdom that will keep you guessing cause
I'm tired of laying and I'm tired of messing around
With all those suckers
Yes, those stupid mother fuckers
Who put down what we do
We stand alone with the group that's new
If I was a dwarf, I'd surely be Dopey
I'm a stone wheat thin you can not culture
Kick in the teeth a condescending frown
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

Yeah, right about now I'd like to turn the mic over to my man
SA Martinez

I am sly in the mix I am the mix master
Death and destructor, lyric conductor
Rollin with the rhythm of the rhyme I'm rollin
Tim, he leads giutar,he's got the jets
Now the b-boys rockin breakin' moves on the floor
311'S stepping out and you're yellin for more
I'm hoping, I'm poetry in motion
When I fire I spray
P-Nut, the bass drum is booming
And in your mouth the rhythm is booming
P to the N to the U to the T

Just fuck the has-been's and their stupid-ass rambling
Brothers saying bullshit you can't come through with
Do it in the basement no complacence
It's time to kick the fuck in
Begin to win no sin and then
Share it, declare it in the public domain

I'd be perfectly glad if rap was a fad but it's not
So I'd thought I'd come out with a shot
Super dumb lyrics make you think I'm a clown
I don't give a fuck it's time to throw down

Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

That's right, knockin' them down
Nineties, all of that

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Forest Fire - Lyrics - Plastic Surgery Disasters - Dead Kennedys

Title: Forest Fire
Album: Plastic Surgery Disasters
Artist: Dead Kennedys
Composer(s): Eric R Boucher

Lyric:
No junk food, just earthly goods
I ate weird berries in the woods
Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher
I think I'll start a forest fire

There's a forest fire climbin' the hill
Burning wealthy California homes
Better run, run, run, run, run, run
From the fire

But some of us stay and watch
And we think of your insurance costs
And we laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh
At your lives

Windows covered with bars
Security guards
Is that a house or a fortress?
Against the rest of the world

And windows covered with bars
Security guards
Is that a house or a prison
How you gonna get out?

Electric bull and your tennis courts
Pink sports cars and your boats
Getting fried, fried, fried, fried, fried, fried
By the fire

Windows covered with bars
Floodlights for the yard
It's a pleasure to watch you
Watch it all melt

But hey, what about the cocaine
Stockpiled in the basement
Be a hero and save it
You know you're gonna need it

Where's your brand new pretty wife
She might still be inside
Either save her or your cocaine from the fire

But the gates and doors are locked
'Cause the burglar alarms went off
Ever wonder why we laugh, laugh
At your lives

Windows covered with bars
Fences spiked with barbed wire
Never looked so helpless
Engulfed in flames

Cameras watchin' the walls
Don't forget the dogs
Now you're trapped in your prison
How you gonna get out

See the gerbil
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
From the fire

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Ra - All That - Lyrics - Afu

Title: Ra - All That
Artist: Afu
Composer(s): Ginnbs Lerone Idlett, Afura Philip, Stephen Johnson

Lyric:
You know I'm like a hop, skip and jump from slappin' you senseless
Perverted monk on this mic, you feel the sentence
Hot vernacular scorch just like incense
I'm intense, shit vibin' like a sixth sense

Lyrics mutilated like X-men
Shower ya, devour ya, technique algebra
Smoothness, movements, halloed in the matrix
Fist held high, I raise it up to the ancients

Insightfully clear to you, how a master do
Roll with the high and mighty flow tai chi
Quench ya thirst, but first my journal high seas
Lyrical, mathematical, razzle and dazzle you

East New York, street talk, step with a better game
Hydrate rhymes like I was Gatorade
Rockin' a name, tappin' your brain
With the sugar Shane Mosley doin' it like it's supposed to be

They think they all that, steppin' on them like they were doormats
We bounce back and slap you with the raw tracks
Heatin' it up steadily, so heavenly
Straight up and down, streets bouncin' off the melody

They think they all that, steppin' on them like they were doormats
We bounce back and slap you with the raw tracks
Heatin' it up steadily, so heavenly
Straight up and down, streets bouncin' off the melody

Avoid the devil's army, they want to harm me
Salute to the Gulliani, crack babies, and zombies
Parkin' lots and drug spots, in the pots are coke rocks
A million in the building, buildings protected by more blocks

Young childs, ghost smiles, money clips colored vials
Stash fifty, in the world of bird city the warranters
Send the foreigners the coroners
A mess no vest multiplied wounds on chest

Invest in free markets, cream cheese and pockets
Three keys to a promise, stash keys in compartments
Desert eagle my targets, hit ya lease I spark ti
We get the drop on ya spot, make it hot and unlock it

Firearms make fireworks, I wonder where lies lurk
We bloodied up your shirt, all you saw was the fire spark
I'm one of too many, who get amped off Henny
Puttin' cowards in cemeteries, kill willies for pennies

They think they all that, steppin' on them like they were doormats
We bounce back and slap you with the raw tracks
Heatin' it up steadily, so heavenly
Straight up and down, streets bouncin' off the melody

They think they all that, steppin' on them like they were doormats
We bounce back and slap you with the raw tracks
Heatin' it up steadily, so heavenly
Straight up and down, streets bouncin' off the melody

Sex, butchery meat rack material, superior
Crank that shit amplify the whole scenario
Off the level live or in stereo
Young hustle to stay ahead of step

From where your best bet is to rep yours, repetitiously
'Cuz this veteran will thrash to wreck yours, repetitiously
If ever you get at me on some bullshit, flash quick
Exactly who the fuck I got pull with

Autographed it for big number one with a bullet
Expressin' black glove love hood it down, how I put it down
This style ain't never been shit to me, why would it now?
I come forth with gun smoke, no petty read ya bound by honor

That I mark you in the hunt for a dollar
Alive on the strength of power you
Divine karma, Allah's armor see you keep fraudulatin'
I'll sick my wolves in your basement, with loaded shell casings

They think they all that, steppin' on them like they were doormats
We bounce back and slap you with the raw tracks
Heatin' it up steadily, so heavenly
Straight up and down, streets bouncin' off the melody

They think they all that, steppin' on them like they were doormats
We bounce back and slap you with the raw tracks
Heatin' it up steadily, so heavenly
Straight up and down, streets bouncin' off the melody

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Take It In Blood - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Take It In Blood
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Joseph Pruitt, Trevor Randolph, Randy Walker, Maurice Smith, James T Epps, Nasir Jones, Cedric Miller, Keith M Thornton

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Lyric:
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that

Yo, I never brag, how real I keep it, 'cause it's the best secret
I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus
In a Lex watchin' Kathie Lee and Regis
My actions are one with the seasons

A tec' squeezin', executioner, winter time I rock a fur
Mega popular, center of attraction
Climaxin', my bitches they be laughin'
They high from sniffin' coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson

City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sippin', Sergio Tachinni flippin' mad pies
Low price, I blow dice and throw 'em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the, "Do or Die" slogan

My niggaz roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin' wheelies on Kawasaki's
Hip-Hop's got me on some ol', sprayin shots like a drumroll
Blankin' out and never miscount the shells my gun hold

I don't stunt, I regulate
Henny and Sprite, I seperate, watchin' crab niggaz marinate
I'm all about tecs and good jooks and sex
Israelite books, holdin' government names from Ness
MC's are crawlin' out, every hole in the slum
You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum

I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
For, you wack MC's

Currency is made in trust of the Messiah
I'm spending it to get higher
Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm
Up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early

Sunshine on my grill, I spill
Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves
Latter Day Saints say religious praise
I dolo, challenge any team or solo

You must be buggin' out, new to my shit, home on a furlough
Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up
Mafioso, gettin' niggaz wigs sprayed up
Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy

I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma
In a sentence, paragraph's indented
Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye

Openin' cigars, let tobacco fly
Condos are tuneproof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof
Shittin' like gin and prune juice
Yo the system wants the coon's noose, hang 'em high

Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook while I just wrote a statement
Like I'm facing twenty years in the basement
Chilling on the via with Mumia for wearin' chrome, I told the judge
Snakes slither like Sharon Stone, but like Capone I'm thrown

I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
For, you wack MC's

I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
For, you wack MC's

Yo the time is wastin', I use the mind elevation
Dime sack lacin', court pen pacin'
Individual, lyrical math abrasion
Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation

We livin' in, dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives
A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized
Wise men build and destroy
While the real McCoy dopefiend, named Detroit is still dealin' boy

Coke suppliers actin' biased
'Cause rumors say that niggaz wear wires and we liars
But every night the gat's fired, and every day a rat's hired
I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani

It's just the killer in me, slash drug dealer MC
Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler
Demi, bottles of Mo', yo simply follow me flow
Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow

Rough holes for cracked out pussies and buttholes
Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those
Why shoot the breeze about it, when you could be about it?
My degrees are routed, toward the peasy haired brick houses

Instead of the fake medallions
Rich niggaz transport in thousands
Foreign cash exchange amountin' to millions
Doors is locked, rocks is chopped, watch the cameras in the ceilings

Trick bitches catching mad feelings
Peelin' off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheelin'
I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch
When we catch them sex niggaz with the tecs you blessed, word
So now it's on, never wasted a slug
Time is money when it comes to mine, take it in blood

I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
For, you wack MC's
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that

I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
For, you wack MC's
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that

Gambo, Brownsville
Wizard, Fort Rockaway
Big Jersey
Connecticut, D.C., Sudan
V.A., N.C., L.A.
So on and so on
Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward

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Last Laugh - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Last Laugh
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Janie Bradford, Louis Freese, Gloria Jones, Jamal Abdul Raheem, Senen Reyes, Albert Johnson, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire
Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream
Fall for cenetries physical and the mental
When I crashed through work
I was cursed but still I
Quit my curse found my hustle

Stack paper made it world wide
Feeling the dream, don't be a hater son
Think you the greater one
Gotta put you on the fader son
Cut your ass up see you later mass
Gotta drop till your praying nigga
You ain't a player hust a frail nigga

I'm the slayer in your nightmares unstoppable
When you see me on the street call a audible
I got you covered, face it
And you can't dodge this bullet baby
This ain't the Matrix
Got to put you in your placement
Hide your body in the basement
Your boys wonder where your face went

Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers to calm down I sell
But still explode those things so fast
They know not to gas they self
They can't fuck with us, we laugh last
Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers to calm down I sell
But still explode those things so fast
They know not to gas they self
They can't fuck with us, we laugh last

Backbreakers of the game many many musical
Legendary criminal destined to be professional
I rain supreme ever since my days you
Rock vest just to push your range
No doubt about it we grew up in the cloud

Read up in your magazine just to see what were about
Peep into the case, see me, ask
Why that black ass nigga flows over the piano?
Droppin it good for that hoody in the front row
Thats my good pro down for the juggalo

Three guns busted for the battle man
Shoot the whole scene make the motherfucker rattle
Duece, double o, slow church folk say we ain't got too many more
Either man comes I'm gonna hit 'em with the head rush
So be careful on what you trusting

Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers to calm down I sell
But still explode those things so fast
They know not to gas they self
They can't fuck with us, we laugh last
Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers to calm down I sell
But still explode those things so fast
They know not to gas they self
They can't fuck with us, we laugh last

Yo I was walking on the block heard a couple of shots
Caught one in the leg and I know who did it
They gonna get it wrap up my leg up
Bounced upstairs and got strapped up
I love that drama shit I'm all gassed up
I lit that kush up and got doughed up
And thought about all the foul shit I did
I can't help it, I was this way since a kid

Then I slide out the crib hunt down my pray
The look in my eyes like I sniffed some yay
Ran up their homes and blast away
He passed away twin got the last laugh today
Anybody front I keep that on me
You had to die homey thats part of the game
I got guns put niggaz don't know how to aim?
I'm in the shooting range mastering the art

Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers to calm down I sell
But still explode those things so fast
They know not to gas they self
They can't fuck with us, we laugh last
Homey we keet those on us
Smoke like mufflers to calm down I sell
But still explode those things so fast
They know not to gas they self
They can't fuck with us, we laugh last

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When The Chips Are Down - Lyrics - The Hunger for More - Lloyd Banks

Title: When The Chips Are Down
Album: The Hunger for More
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): M. Clervoix, R. Smith, D. Prosper, Jason Taylor, L. Creme, Kevin Godley, J. Taylor, Lloyd Banks, K. Godley, Lol Creme, C. Lloyd

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Lyric:
These niggaz wanna see me, 'cause of the way I shine
But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get your ass lay down

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

Funny how the world revolves around my click
'Cause just a year ago, nigga ain't had shit
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwit

It's amazing the way that boy came up so quick
But that platinum niggaz will blow your brain out, shit
I'm the new nigga the others can't stand
The rubber band man, be goddamned if I can

Let another nigga feel my spot
If a nigga steal from me, it's the steel I pop
I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill I'm not
Won't stop letting the steering wheel peel the block

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement
Nah, I ball it's the G-unit walking through the matrix
I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-lift

Magazines wanna know, where the fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001, I was playing my PlayStation
And I heard 9 shots I'm faced down with my heart pacing

All I could think about was I had my guns
And my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statement

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone
Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I'm grown millionaires in my cell phone
A year past now God did and L gone

And I'm sick boy, chopping with the wrong click
To think about that, before I let the song stick
Uh, who's a limp? Please don't get me confused with him
'Cause I'm down to going all round lose or win

If I should die ride the jeep through the little bride
Every strip block the projects is on my side
A ghetto's gone by the hundred grand on my arm
Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke, nigga

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

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Atf - Lyrics - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot - Dmx

Title: Atf
Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Damon Blackman

Lyric:
Got me on the run
Uhh, uhh

Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF
Too late to send my girl downstairs to say he left
To the basement, go through the replacement door
Come up in my neighbor's yard, with a taste for war
You know I laced the four, with the hallows
Crack the safe, got the bottles
(Whatchu want me to do?)
Beep Carlos
Two houses over by the tall black fence
I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this
(Please tell me)
(Yeah)
There go a Priest, yo, get in, you drive
(Tell me if you've reached)
(Can you?)
(What the fuck you doin' nigga?)
Tryin' to stay alive
(Yeah)

Cops on every corner, I lay back and try to cruise by
Who the fuck coulda snitched? Musta been a new guy
Damn, in back on our ass
Put your foot back on the gas
(Uhh)
Step on it fast
Tryin' to pull up on the side, but I'm packin' to blast
Tryin' to take the niggaz heads off, fuck crackin' the glass
Hey look out bark
Damn, came so close, you almost hit that bitch
Like you said, "Nigga, almost"

Shit, the cops hit her and I know they ain't gon' leave her
Go up here, make this left, pull it over, take a breather
Haa haa
(Drop it on the floor)
Boom
Got it through the door, peddle to the floor, the office line
Death is in the air, now know it's mine
But I know if it's time, it'll be what it is
And all I can think of is what about my kids
Shit, they on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick
One two three four, fire more clips
Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the shootout
Run through the fire, pull a gun from my boot out
Caught me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear
I'm goin' out fast and the last thing I hear
Boom boom boom, open the door ATF

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1 2 3 - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: 1 2 3
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): A Ray

Lyric:
From the bowery to the brimstone
I tried to find your heart
With drugs of initiation
The bottom of a barrel that drops
I understand your causes
Sympathize the motivation
But all the details of this war
Are just self-infatuation

And it's one, two, three, nothing's for free
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go home
You better own up to me, yeah

The manic blood runs thick
My friend, are you looking for a clean escape?
What's left, when the locks have all been broken
Young children of authority
Now how long can you be agile dancing between the alter
And the mercy seat?
Yeah, now here's a chance to make a choice
Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?

One, two, three, nothing's for free
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go home
You better own up to me, yeah
Yeah yeah, go home

The basement lies within us
Our fear comes through the door
Now there's nothing left between us
As the fear becomes a roar

Once that wheel is in motion
Don't lose what you have found
I'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues
Everything that makes it go round and round
We're all born in the devil's scorn
They want to see you die
I'm asking you, "Are you true?"
And everything they say is a lie, it's a lie

One, two, three, nothings for free
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go

One, two, three, nothings for free
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go

One, two, three, nothings for free
(We're all born in the devil's scorn)
One, two, three, nothings for free
(We're all born in the devil's scorn)
Everything they say it's a lie, it's a lie now
(We're all born in the devil's scorn)
Everything they say it's a lie, it's a lie now
(We're all born in the devil's scorn)

Pick up the sticks
(Pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(Pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(Pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
Go home

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Subterranean Homesick Blues - Lyrics - Bringing All Back Home - Bob Dylan

Title: Subterranean Homesick Blues
Album: Bringing All Back Home
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Johnny's in the basement, mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement, thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off
Says "He's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off"

Look out kid, it's somethin' you did
God knows when but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way, lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap, in the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put, plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say
"They must bust in early May, orders from the D.A"

Look out kid, don't matter what you did
But walk on your tip toes don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Oh get sick, get well, hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell, if anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred, get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you fail

Look out kid, you're gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters, six-time users
Hangin' around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool, lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch your parkin' meters

Oh get born, keep warm, short pants, romance
Learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts, don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift

Look out kid, they keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum you better chew gum
The pump don't work, 'cause the vandals took the handles

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Skull Ring - Lyrics - Big Sugar

Title: Skull Ring
Artist: Big Sugar
Composer(s): Gordie Johnson, Andrew Whiteman

Lyric:
One, two

Devil in the kitchen
Snake in the grass
Sat naked at the table
And filled his glass

He said, "Take my hand
Your answer will be here
Take my hand
And walk this way out of here"

There was a fire in the basement
Claimed your youth
Did you make your choices
Based on truth?

And the man, he bought the land
In his dying bed
The angel voices
Were ringing in his head

They say, "Can you get the truth from a liar?
Can it keep you warm without the fire?"
The walking blues was laughing, I heard him say
"The answer is inside your skull ring"

[Incomprehensible]

Well, my good book tells me I don't need ya
I can get the honey without the sting
Don't need more than fear, well, it don't mean a thing
The answer's right inside my skull ring

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