Ha - Out Of Blue Comes Green - Lyrics - Stay on These Roads - A

Title: Ha - Out Of Blue Comes Green
Album: Stay on These Roads
Artist: A
Composer(s): Pal Waaktaar

Lyric:
Father
My wings are clipped
See the steps that made me trip
Now I'm so lonely

Mother
Time's frozen flame
Seem to linger in the rain
Holding me only

Like a river I'm flowing
And there's no way of knowing
If I'm coming or going
I need something to chain me down

Don't matter
My eyes have seen
For better
Out of blue comes green

Mother
I have gone wrong
Work my fingers to the bone
All I've been doing

Father
Proud that I am
To be born into such hands
Your love so renewing

And I know I can lose it
Part of life you can't choose it
As I touched the horizon
It just felt like I'd die soon

Don't matter
My eyes have seen
For better
Out of blue comes green

And like a river I'm flowing
I need something to chain me down

Don't matter
And now I've seen
For better
Out of blue comes green

Don't matter
Out of blue comes green

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Walk Into The Sun (Remix) - Lyrics - Organized Konfusion

Title: Walk Into The Sun (Remix)
Artist: Organized Konfusion
Composer(s): White Donald Fagen, Dunn Lawrence Baskerville, Walter Becker, Troy Jamerson, Del Barri

Lyric:
The sun reflects off of the waves at sea
Rain support roots that implants the tree
There's a breeze in the park, kites fly high
Under the branches, convertibles fly by the sky

Blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
Of the destiny that controls my fate
Reflections of light creates shapes

Inside of this particular sphere
I see kids in the street
When I pass
I go beep, beep, beep

See the black boy over there runnin' scared
His old man runs numbers summers
Come in and he'll feel dumb if his son
Doesn't have a new pair of sneakers

So he combinates people's numbers in sequence
When play straight, but not in the leaders

Hip-Hop pumps inside of jeeps and cars
It's daytime, but we still peep stars
Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go
We gotta step, let's, jet

We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun, ha, hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun

We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun, ha, hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun

Love and hate, black and white
Right or wrong, who is right?
Some smoke joints to anoint their brain
To the vanishing point, so they won't go insane

Mother may I? Yes, you may
Take some giant steps to go out and play
I got next, sorry Duke, I got my five
You better call next and step to the side

There's no specific topic
Of speech in this rhyme
I just wanna go on a ride
On a kaleidoscopic tree visually

Individually we go our separate ways
To get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed
Rockin' a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks
With my boots that I nickname Timber

Here comes dayfall
I can remember
When we used to chill
And hang with Paul, Sea

We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun, ha, hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun

Sittin' on a stoop while the Johnny-pump shoots
Water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin' to L.O.N.S. and yes
The girls display flesh by the way they dress

The Ave surprises, the fulfilling collage
Of scratches that strike like sticky matches
Attacking techniques with combinating
Constantly motivating, highly elevating the light steps

When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension
I bypass Howard and detour Benson
'Cause I don't really feel like fencing today
So I chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow

Flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you
But at the same time it attacks you
In this particular era of darkness
Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this

Trail to follow the light that's guiding you from
The evil that you walk into the sun
From what I see it's an addiction
I'll explain to the brain about pain affliction

Grab my hand, hold it tightly
Close your eyes and maybe you might see what I see
Yo, what I said simplistic
But what I see's not materialistic

My hay fever is actin' up, so I took a couple of antihistamines
Whew, I got struck with relief
Now patiently I wait for the summer
'Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer

A terrific brother was havin' a specific get-together by the beach
Rolling Rock's, plus peach schnapps served on the rocks
The Organisms play the boardwalk, pullin' numbers from Pros' Peak
The scenario where we go pumpin' the Alpine stereo

Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go-round
Up the herbs at six flags, we're on a mission
Hittin' the streets of New York in zig-zags
Walkin' to the park, hark the herald named Erald

Who creates with charts, Central Park swarms with intellectual dialects
With the potential of the city's best emergency medical techs
So I dip, dip, dive
Listen to the musicians in the park play live

The Funky Drummer was drummin' even though he was a bum
Some couldn't comprehend the vibe that blended
With the sum, there were some who wasn't dumb
I supported with the hum, dropped five bucks 'cause he was the one

Yo, I gave a clap, I gave a wink, I gave a shout
I gotta meet the Monch, strike three and I was out

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Heavy Rotation - Lyrics - Expansion Team - Dilated Peoples

Title: Heavy Rotation
Album: Expansion Team
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Michael Perretta, James Anthony Robinson, Rakaa Taylor, Eric Brooks, Rico Smith

Lyric:
Y'all didn't bring no ice?
(Nigga)
Nobody brought no ice?
(Ahh, ah, ha, aww, yeah)

Yo, yo, pass the beer
(We drink in heavy rotation)
(Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' bout!)
One-two, one-two
(Ahh, ahh)

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

I'm so outlandish, my rhymes the paint, the track's the canvas
Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus
McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras
Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish bandits

Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish
Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight antics
Hoes, break your pockets like car mechanics
Every mornin', I bow down and pray like a mantis

Most women can't stand this but I, ain't romantic
So that thought you can banish to the city of Atlantis
Me and Tash met this tan bitch, made a Likwid sandwich
I consume strictly green leaves like pandas

Dig through ice for my brew, like they dig for woolly mammoths
I'm volcanic up in bitches that look like Dorothy Dandridge
Your style is Major Damage, it's played out and ripped up
It needs a bandage, how do you manage? I can't stand it

Hops, barley, water, yeast, grain
Distillery alcohol for the brain
So check it out, smoke fills the area
Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier

Your vision blurred eyes start to blink
You overdid it homes, you had too much to drink
(Cut it out)
This bout's set for twelve rounds of pain
Tequila limes and salt, these cats hard to hang

Sixteen bar shark, teeth to fangs
Open off Tha Liks duck season, you're in range
Turn the page here comes the next chapter
Battle Ev? You sign with Blue Cross or AFTRA

Heavy rotation, dilate expansion
California funk, like Flav, we Cold Lampin'
Fuck the format 'til they can't ignore us
But chill Swift 'bout to kill after the chorus

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

I cook up beats like dope, they should call me illegal
We control the underground like Bugsy Siegal
And my crew is like the mob, we whylin' off that vino
High-rollin', takin' over your local casino

Year after year, my music pleases your ear
That's why my focus is right like Outboard gear
Tune in, this is like a family reunion
We like cousins and shit, hey, rockin' this bitch

Dilated and the
(Likwid MC's)
We gradually elevatin' to a
(Higher degree)

We smash through the underground like we
(SUV's)
And spit game to the hoes and let 'em know they gettin'
(Nuttin' for free)

Aiyyo, listen close, toast to West coast
Where bein' gangsta ain't a hoax, we kill folks
And C-walkin' ain't just a dance or a joke
We stay in heavy rotation, coast to coast

Yo, it's hard to pass the bar, ask your lawyer
Likwid, pour it on y'all from California
Programmers, spray this on your play list
If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las Vegas'

Live show radio mix tape massacre
It's a party y'all with room for more passengers
I turn mics to pistols and start rappin'
And turn pistols back to mics and start blastin' 'em

J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them
'Expansion Team', 'X.O.' chips, cashin 'em
I'm not fashionable but I am international
I called it like, I see it on stage like Supernatural

Honies, keep flirtin' like the flows are workin'
Don't stop 'til I'm certain then I close the curtains
Animal House shit, coast to coast like Tha Liks
I don't drink as much, but I'll toast to this

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

Aiyyo, CaTash'll slap the track with a open fist backhand
I crack fans with funk then burn rubber like the Gap Band
Batman can't walk through my hood, it's no love
Tash'll jack him for his cape and sport that shit to the club

Is it love or is it buzz, that got my thinkin' patterns
Thinkin' yo' bitch is mine that's why you see me winkin' at her
She'll be drinkin' at a tavern, out of a glass size 8
Likwid Crew and Dilated make that ass gyrate

While you ask I take, anythin' that I could lift
Your rapper's rappin' like CaTash y'all DJ's rappin' like Swift
I was born with a gift, you niggaz used to average rappin'
Your styles is old as fuck, that's why my clique start cabbage patchin'

I do this for the beer, and for the ones that ain't here
Y'all, niggaz better make way for X, Ras and Saafir
I'm like a tattooed tear, Tash'll never go away
I'm 'bout to fill my quota I need X.O. every day

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

Dilated y'all
(Toast to this)
It's Tha Liks baby
(Toast to this)

And y'all can't come
(Close to this)
Dilated, heavy rotated with Tha Liks

The extended family of Tha Alkaholiks
The extended family of the Likwit Crew
The extended family of everybody that smoke bud
Dilated Peoples in the motherfuckin' place y'all

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