First Snow On Brooklyn - Lyrics - Jethro Tull

Title: First Snow On Brooklyn
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Scott Anderson

Lyric:
I flew in on the evening plane
Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
And taste the winter of another life

A yellow cab from JFK, the long way 'round
I didn?t mind, it gave me thinking time before I ran aground
On rocky memories and choking tears
I believe it only rained 'round here these thirty years

Now, it?s the first snow on Brooklyn
And my cold feet are drumming
You don?t see me in the shadows
From your cozy window frame

And last night, who was in your parlor
Wrapping presents in the late hour?
To place upon your pillow
As the morning came

The thin wind stings my face, pull collar up
I could murder coffee in a grande cup
No welcome deli, there?s no Starbucks here
A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear

And the first snow on Brooklyn
Paints a Christmas card upon the pavement
The cab leaves a disappearing trace
And then it?s gone

And the snow covers my footprints
Deep regrets and heavy heartbeats
When you wake you?ll never see the spot
That I was standing on

I flew in on the evening plane
Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
And taste the winter of another life

Now, it?s the first snow on Brooklyn
And my cold feet are drumming
You don?t see me in the shadows
From your cozy window frame

And last night, who was in your parlor
Wrapping presents in the late hour?
To place upon your pillow
As the morning came

Some things are best forgotten
Some are better half-remembered
I just thought that I might be there
On your, on your Christmas night

And the first snow on Brooklyn
Makes a lonely road to travel
Cold crunch steps that echo
As the blizzard bites

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Pit Of Snakes - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Pit Of Snakes
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Derrick Harris, Robert Jr Diggs, Arnold Hamilton, Anthony Berkeley

Lyric:
The pit, the pit, oh my
Yo, 1, 2, dun dunna dunna dun
All y'all mentally dead motherfuckers
We come to break y'all some information
And ressurect you from the mentality of fool in this
Yo, yo

We come away and chop the heads of these snakes
It's better off they dyin' in a pit full of snakes
Mistake inside yourself, that be the first head you take
It's better off you dyin' in a pit full of snakes

The marijuana got my karma glowin' gold armor, surround my body
I'm reachin' a high state of nirvana but wanna chop and imitate
To bite, the livin' spirits Golden livin' tablets transmitted by the Abbot
Blood related king to King David's mighty men

I appear in the atmosphere like nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen
Carbon dioxide, helium, xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone
I travel beyond the range where sick sounds grave you can't respond
Dynamic semantics makes your mind go frantic hand picked Gods

Razor sharp be my standard breakin' from bondage and white garments
Eye ball as black as onyx hair gonna grow as long as a comet's tail
Escape from Hell watch the Gods be real
What makes rain and hail, snow and earthquakes?

Goin' through crisis, or mad devices
I thought girls was made of sugar and spices
Always wanted to fuck 'em like Isis
While others bow down, Percival, Cyrus

I'm inside my lab stabbin' rhymes on black papyrus
Your weight couldn't measure a snow flake
How you gonna shine on a God while you rotate?
I dislocate your head, your neck, your back, your legs
Your kneecap, back smack your ass bitch

And splatter your gall bladder my mathematical data
Terror far beyond the stars of William Shatner
The rattler can't deport on my speed of thought
Then escape New York in East London or import

Stronger currents than my brains runnin' rapid
Hereditary practice pierce hoes through metal jackets
War commander, niggas get caught up in the exhaust pipe
Get the frost right or suffer frost bite

Isle of the King maniac barbarian, sort of Romanian
Underground, subterranean, Five Stepper grandson of Nefar
The rest of y'all heffers, thimble y'all resembled Uncle Fester
God biding escape through telepathic gates

Integrate, causin' one mind to elevate, stagnate competition
Like an earthquake causin' the earth to shake
On release day, diggin' more graves
Master 4 Tay or black cherries block
Freshly picked out the cemetery, bear the plot

We come away and chop the heads of these snakes
It's better off they dyin' in a pit full of snakes
Mistake inside yourself, that be the first head you take
It's better off you dyin' in a pit full of snakes

Yo, projectiles lace the project ailes
Organic, saw panic when I wreck shit and smile
With more props than New York City got blocks
I cripple your whole knot till your air drip of snot

First encounter by Hell, is facin' Grym
Lacin' human shells with radiation until cell mutation
Begins to permeate flesh like skins bein' pressed
And barb wire, steel mesh as 200 nerve endings record the pain

I cut like the Wu-Tang sword hittin' the brain
The main issue for invasion of your brain tissue
Is your dismissal, nigga I reign official
I lack fear like a black bear slash your chest area open

And have the whole world soakin' within your hemoglobin
Then blast, your lyrics be on face and astrophysics
You couldn't be your if you were Noriega's chemist
Twistin' the mic like Brooklyn fire hydrants in the summer

Bangin' like a Forerunner lyrically my formula is
C-4 to the third power of ice, fire, and water
This equation causes manslaughter torture upon the microphone
With the type of poem the strikes like a poem with a baseball bat
Why waste the track, I'm better than all of that

We come away and chop the heads of these snakes
It's better off they dyin' in a pit full of snakes
Mistake inside yourself, that be the first head you take
It's better off you dyin' in a pit full of snakes

We come away and chop the heads of these snakes
It's better off they dyin' in a pit full of snakes
Mistake inside yourself, that be the first head you take
It's better off you dyin' in a pit full of snakes

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Nutmeg - Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

Title: Nutmeg
Album: Supreme Clientele
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): R Diggs, Stephanie Andrews, Ron Kersey, Arthur Wilson, Don Cornelius, Dennis Coles

Lyric:
Yeah, whassup, y'all, whassup?
This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island
You know I don't really mean no harm

But it just happens you know
When I step approach a motherfuckin' wack nigga
That tryin' to spit his darts and can't spit 'em
Check it out though, aiyo

Scientific, my hand kissed it, robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty, watty, cop it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken, verbs throw up a stone Richie

Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock, 'n' roll
Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel

But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded

You fake cats done heard it first on how I shitted on your turf
At times, Cuban Link verse, yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin'
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin'

As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder, Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder

Portfolio, lookin' fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes, son, your shit is scampi
Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lampin' in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off

Yeah, yeah
I just wan't y'all niggaz
Smack all y'all niggaz, niggarettes
Universal death threats, yeah
This be the God Body, yeah, no doubt
Judge Wise

Aiyo, spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin' with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin' with 6 rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs

Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam

Dancin' with Blanch and them bitches, flickin' goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it
Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it

Scooby snack, Jurassic plastic gas, booby trap
Ten years workin' for me, you wanna tap shit?
Bung, bung, bung, your bell went rung, rung, rung
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come

Yeah, you see what I mean?
You see what I mean, you motherfuckin' crybabies?
Get in line punk, you should be studyin' your odds
Instead of studyin' me

That's how you lost your first job, punk
Now, get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up
Shit, I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga
He was on the fourth, I was on the third

Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift
One whiff of Pow, you gets my divine stiff
Brick rock, late night, hear the tick-tock of my clock
I used to run up and pick a crab lock

Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip
Uptown, boo-doop, now we back on your ass
Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle
Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal

Nine inch long, strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King
Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting
Ring dings right through your head bing

Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks
Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks
Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette
While your man search the Internet for Bob Digitech

In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro
Multiply myself ten times standin' next to zero
And snap my fingers like the Fonz
And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde

Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair
Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair
Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake
Used to fuck her when she menstruate
But it made her hyperventilate

Brooklyn
I know, I know, I know, I know
Queens
I know, I know, I know, I know

Shaolin
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Bronx
I know, I know, I know, I know
Jersey
I know, I know, I know

Long Island
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, break it down

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Summer Wit Miami - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: Summer Wit Miami
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Christopher H. Jasper, David Stokes, O'Kelly Isley, Stephen Hacker, Jim Jones, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Tremaine Neverson, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

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Lyric:
They say rap music is subliminal
But the music for us is like our own diary
Something like a confession
They tell me life is a bitch

She's something like the seasons
Just like mother nature
She come and go as she please
That's why they get their period once a month

I say that to say this, if you think that bitch
Summer is yours, she could be cheating on you
Ya heard?

Uh, just got me feeling like opium
I'm tryna dance with the loaded M
Open up a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.

And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm bent
I lost count, who knows what I spent

I recall nine cleavage
Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers
One hand in the sky, the other hand was on her thigh
I was grinding to the beat with my hammer on my side

Now G's only as we speed to the Rolex
And three or four G's is what we sneeze at the Rolex
Play some out your part, it's about 6 a.m.
You think the night is over but it just began

They say clubs pacing like Bad Boys 2
You can see the snow bunnies do what bad girls do
And that's ecstasy, weed that had girl too
Scoop the bitch that had key's to some fast old blue

Now, I'm speeding to the telly, I got the Porsche behind
Trying to get in her belly the only thought on my mind
Like damn, I'm not trying to be pushy or nothing but
Since the strip joint girl, I should have been fucking

I shoulda lil' mama, listen
Spending my summers with the top dropped low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
When we smoking on the top notch dro
Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami

Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care
Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair
Oh, no, no, that's the summer wit Miami

I can't keep it 'lone anymore
I'll be with my girl, when it starts to snow, I get bored
And when you love three women
It's hard keeping up with lies

See, spring's my first love, I started creeping with July
Used to say I had some shows
Catching planes to M I
Then I started tricking dough, I brought the range for July

Mama said, I'm love sick over this hot ass hoochie
I seen her when I told Nas I slapped her with coffy
We don't play disrespect but that was the day that we met
Summer jam O 2, I hit the stage with my set

But her man, he was from Brooklyn
She still slipped me the number
She said, he's on vacation, so, get with me this summer
Then I been flirting wit her for about the past two years

So now, she hates seeing me in the winter
Ain't gonna last through the year
So now, I'm looking at winter like life's an adventure
And when June come, I'll be gone till September

Now, would you hate me for that?
I know your heart's cold, could you wait till I'm back?
I'm just a sucker for love
But a nigga hold you down if you wanna fuck with a thug

Spending my summers with the top dropped low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
When we smoking on the top notch dro
Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami

Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care
Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair
Oh, no, no, that's the summer wit Miami

Spending my summers with the top dropped low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch hoes
When we smoking on the top notch dro
Dro, dro, that's the summer wit Miami

Bottle in the air, I'm living without a care
Shorty beside me, wind blowing through her hair

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Ra - D&D Soundclash - Lyrics - Afu

Title: Ra - D&D Soundclash
Artist: Afu
Composer(s): Afu-Ra Ewart Dewgarde, B Levy, Takomin Williams, Darryl Yates

Lyric:
Feel this, feel this
Brooklyn's in the house
Brooklyn's in the house

S-T, supreme teacher, read you like a preacher
Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my ether
My aura illuminates, removin' the snakes who lay awake
Lovin' to hate but we still elevate

Massagin' the brain, utilize the wisdom contained
Through the knowledge of my circumference and how to maintain
Some nights I walk with the understanding, build cypher
Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to snipe ya

Ignite the marijuana, roll a cigar from Havana
Tony Santana, smokin' in the Coco Cabana
Or in the sauna, after doing my Calisthenics
Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, cursin' the sexist

Accepting my blessings, remembering my lessons
Take my dog's suggestions
When he told me keep my smith and Wesson
For protection, the streets is watching and they testin'
They know when you're frontin' and when you're representin'

It's not where you be or how you be
Or who you be or what you got
Unique sounds, grounds is hot
We comin' through, we tidal waves in this rap shit
Now how you be, now who you be and where you be?

You wanna get with the brothers, that's the illest
The microphone have sex with my lyrics
Hit shit off, first move is doggy style
No premature ejaculation, last for a while

Flippin' and turnin' and splittin' it, all type positions
Grabbin' and tuggin' and yokin' it, all type of missions
Crazy, nah, I'm not that type of brother
My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry rubbers

I heard you're drippin', your rap style got gonorrhea
Exploitations of nations, look at this, it's here, yo
Seven days around the clock ass all in the videos
I know you like it, I do too, love the cheese, yo

But this is hip hop, stop it, go make a porno
Not player hatin', on the mic I'm player scrapin'
Nobody seen it, whole eons change to Zeniths
I bounce styles that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual

Thoughts transverse to physical, I keep it spiritual
I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the hydro
I just sit back on tracks and let it flow

Feel this, feel this
Brooklyn's in the house
Brooklyn's in the house

I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna rump with me?
Constantly, constantly, constantly rollin' a phonta leaf
You know it's beef when you gettin' stomped losin' teeth
Because you sweet and ain't got no claims to the street

You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the cops
Come to court every day, make sure a nigga get locked
But I thought you had that big glock that you bust a whole lot
Then why my nigga's sittin' up in that little cell block?

I'm tellin' ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes
Niggas who hid-ate, do anything to get the pid-apes
Love to see me down and out, blood in my mouth
Steez all sweated out, tied up in my house

Can I live and still give, take my team on sprees?
Twistin out skeeze out of custom drop-top v's?
You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin' the dick
When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six

Nuff of dem still in di valley of dry bones
Dem ah search dem seven seas, dem, ah, throw stick and stone
M-mh, dey gonna melt like snow cone
Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final showdown

Well, some ah said dem ah star, dem love car
Dem at war and a blur, dem nah really reach far
But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon
Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious tune

A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem
We gonna steer far from dem
I know that we are kings and we love nice things
But we not sell out fi no diamond ring

Yo, I got da Lord in ah mi mind
So any which part mi come, mi ah go shine
Trust me, we don't fear nothin
So don't boost up yourself like you are gon' do me somethin'

Mi turn dem off like mi turn of mi light
Jah control di better part of mi life

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