Ha - The Swing Of Things - Lyrics - Scoundrel Days - A

Title: Ha - The Swing Of Things
Album: Scoundrel Days
Artist: A
Composer(s): Pal Waaktaar

Lyric:
You say the world's an eventful place
You give me news I don't want to know
You say that I should care
That I should speak my mind

Oh, but how can I speak of the world rushing by
With a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes
Oh, have we come to the point of no turning back
Or is it still time to get into the swing of things

Let us walk through this windless city
I'll go on till the winter gets me
Oh, sleep you wrote sleep, my dear
In a letter somewhere

Oh, but how can I sleep with your voice in my head
With an ocean between us and room in my bed
Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
Or is it still time to get into the swing of things

Oh, when she glows in the dark and I'm weak by the sight
Of this breathtaking beauty in which I can hide
Oh, there's a world full out there of people I fear
But given time I'll get into the swing of things

Yes, when she glows in the dark and I'm struck by the sight
I know that I'll need this for the rest of my life

Oh, I know that I'll need this
For the rest of my life
You know that I need
You know that I need

What have I done, what lies I have told
I've played games with the ones that rescued my soul
Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
Or is it still time to get into the swing of things

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Hit 'Em - Lyrics - Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits - Coolio

Title: Hit 'Em
Album: Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): James Carter, Artis Ivey, M Morales, D Robinson, John Austin, D Wimbley, S Charles, S Williams

Lyric:
It has come to my understanding that
There are those who'd question my skillz and abilities
Since it is thus, I must release it myself
Forth with be thou reprimanded, hit 'em

Hocus, focus on the mighty mic loco
Me and the Forty dump yo ass like a pogo
You better kick it 'cause I been workin' on my mojo
Make your crew disappear like Dorothy and Toto

You're trippin' on me because your girl want my photo
Nigga, you better chill before I send my homie home with your hoe
Fools get careened when they steps into my dojo
It's the ghetto witch doctor sprinklin' herbs on the voco'

I deliver hits like my name was Fuji Moto
Platinum and gold, all the way to Acalpuco
To all rappers international, domestic and local
Step to the fo, get your ass rolled up like a Rollo

Your points need bifocals, you better try to see like Total
My name ain't Ralph Lauren but I'll play your ass like polo
I kick a solo from here to Sojo
You ain't no man eater, nigga, so your hoe style is no go

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, hit 'em

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, hit 'em, hit 'em

I'm stickin' niggaz like Mexican's in penitentiaries
The niggaz is flinchin', see everytime the homies mention me
Grew up off Avalon and Century with a hundred ways of illegal entry
Can't injure me, my momma fucked the Unibomber
That's why I'm blowin' shit to smithereens

I'm like the nigga flying guillotine
The illest things I bring that not even DeVante could swing
Before a nigga serve me, his seventy-six is a winter green
Fuck your team, crowbar eatin' niggaz up like Edy, I mean

It's time we started servin' niggaz like they was dope fiends
I smoke all label rosters when I rock like the thing
In the bucket doin' ninety-five like Rodney King

Extreme antimostity, your ultimate adversary
I'm like white blood cells fightin' H.I.V. inside a capillary
I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary
My prom night, I was fuckin' Carrie, had her screamin', "Bloody Mary"

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, hit 'em

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, hit 'em, hit 'em

Ay, wait, wait, wait, wait

It ain't ova, I burn like a nova
It's the all see Mona like motherfuckin' Yoda
I rock like baking soda from Compton to Dakota
When I drop I'm gonna crush all these busta's like a boulda

So grab your hoe and see if you can hold her
I put bitches and pets on a fantastic voyage on a ship like Noah
I told ya, I'm a soldier, wake that ass up like Folger's
Give the people what they want a little bit more-a

You don't know the score, what the hell you comin' here for?
Whip that ass like grandpa used to do when he was sore
It's the hardcore, take your whole hood to war
It's time for all the bitch ass niggaz to hit the door

Go home and get your pen and brush upon your metaphors
It's the forty musketeer, cuttin' that ass up with swords
You be the prey, I'll be the predator
Bring the feather to that ass, so niggaz call me Thor

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, hit 'em

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, hit 'em, hit 'em

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Scenario (Remix) - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Scenario (Remix)
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Bryan Higgins, Ali Jones-Muhammad, Kamall Fareed, Malik Taylor, James Jackson, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Here in 1992, we present, the fabulos what's the Scenario remix
Whereas there are seven MC's
Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh hood

Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
Eff it, I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up stages
Lay down all your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis

Extra, extra, pick up a clip
I'll tear ass out the frame and grab my dick
I'm a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty

I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut those of crews
Death on the phono, my skills are Polo
You say "Oh no" you bitch ass homo

I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time
I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time
Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga
Pump slugs in your face, and dump that ass in the river
Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can
Say what? Say what? I'm a bad, bad man

Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips
The five-foot assassin has just raided your area
Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya

So roll out the red carpet 'cause I'm kickin' this
Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous
Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew
And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, eff you too

And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to
You're better off callin' D-Nice "To Your Rescue"
Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around
As for corny MC's, like Chuck D, I "Shut 'Em Down"

The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop
The five-foot assassin' has come to wreck 'nuff shop
So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time"
Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin' 'cause ya sho' can't rhyme

Big up, big up, into new identity
Next was said somethin' that complies onto me
What does it take to check a technique?
Many styles, many styles

Hostile heat, brings forth the energy
Milo in the dance is the new identity
One-two mic check, select for the ruffneck
Set 10 to 1 that I come, correct

In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots
So I can grow dreadlocks
Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock
Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock

Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not
I put my mug up, but fair is fair
So C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah
C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah

Makin' moves y'all, moves y'all, on and on and on
Check it out, check it out, to the break of, break of dawn
Who's that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S.
And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast to West

Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica
'Til all MC's fall like the Battlestar Gallactic
Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton
People all over the world, I'm promptin'

Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle
Representation, sensationalization
"Scenario" for the radio, 'BLS and KISS, so
Here we go, yo, yeah

Force, Main Source LP on the rise
"In Living Color was" seen through original eyes
And I'm out like shout
Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, there it is baby pah

Lying limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am
There I am, don't run from a friend
Sight we be right, be polite for the mice
Like a like, see sick, see syke

And slip away, and off to the Poconos
Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose
Yamaha, hey ha may
Let's split the funk, now it all spells, hey

Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it
If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it
'Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight is like a Gladys
Bed rest, spread test, and yo I'm like the maddest

Male, not female, hail from Unidel
Bounce the b-ball 'cause beats are being yelled
In the hallways always ringing with a ho'
This one two times nine on the Scenario

Check it out, everybody, grabs the mics
Black mens gettin' hip, doin' what they like
Eight black brothers in the public eye
If you listen very close, I will tell you why

Hood, Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown
Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down
Will commence to rock, so bring on the flocks
In-terrogation for the knockin' of the box

The boom-box ruler, controls the medula
None come cooler, I win like Shula
So bust out the moves as you start to pursue her
Intensified mind, nine-blunt consumer

Tip will come booty, well it's only a rumor
The meaning so deep that it starts brain tumors
Peace to Hood baby from the midnight crooner
Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner

Hey what we gon' do in ninety-two
Even though we had fun in ninety-one
Wonderful my days, all things comin' down
Run up on the new sound, leavin' cracks in the ground

What's goin on my man? God damn and now my brain is hurtin'
Listen up, Bust-up, straight gon' hit 'em then I get 'em
Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em
Open up your mouth if you want the food

To get rude, Flipmode, 'cause I'm in the mood
Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah man, that's how it goes
Body drippin' with blood comin' out your nose
Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin' for?

More, only your sacred and pure
Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it came to bust a new rep
Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme
Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray, anyway

Ding-A-Ling, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
Mad brother when stealthy
To my dragon, baby, stop whining; I see my influence still shining
More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo, that's the Scenario

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Do You Know - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Do You Know
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Wyclef Jean, Dylan John, Michael Masser, Lynese Wiley, J Wonder, M Charmin, R Hill, Lloyd Mathis, Charles Strause, Freddrick Watson,Sara Stokes, G Goffin

Lyric:
Y'all hear the guitars
Wyclef is in the building
Puffy came to get me
I have officially made the band
I'm a rock star

Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know

So where you from? Where chicks rock Air Force One's
Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done
So where you from? Where they don't rock Air Force One's
We hit the block out the spots holding Air Force guns

So where you from? Philly splitters rock Dickies and boots
A deuce deuce in my tube socks inching the shoe
Man where you from? Where guerrillas don't be messing with cops
You catch a case go on the run and still hugging the block

So what you doing? Big Ballin' money makin' and flossin'
Sean Johnin' you know how we do it in New Orleans
So what you doing? What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big
I'm cockin' it back the mack crack, crackin' your wig

Man what you doing? Man I'm minding my biz
I'm trying to feed my kids I can't starve dog I need my rib
Yo what you doing? Shuttin' broads down believe me
On my grind all night 'cause your girl is greedy

Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know

All I know somebody better have my money
If being broke is a joke, I don't find that funny
All I know that chicks better respect my gangsta
I'm far from your mother but I still will spank ya

All I know is this project living and sh
What could you tell me if you ain't never been in this here
All I know, my flow put me through better doors
And bought two gold pedals for that Bentley Azure

Please, don't give up, on your life
Ghetto child, it's alright

The sun will come out tomorrow
Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto
But so we go and so we go

When the sun come out to shine I'd be so ready for die now
Forgive me for my sins but I still holding me nine-ah
VIP looking for another man for rob now
Just another way for escape Riker's Island

I'm gonna prove to these dudes I can get me a Coupe
Without snatching you out of yours with that steam on you
I wanna prove, I'm a superstar my rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neals
You know who we are

I gonna prove it that Babs is the best in the game
So thugs hold on tight like I'm snatching your chain
And I'm gonna prove it to the chicks that cold shouldered me
And the record labels that chose to look over me, ha

I ain't going back to jail to a pack of
Oodles and Noodles in the wack of my cell
Dudes get cut in the yard we rushing the guards
We taking over it's a riot gun button the Sarge
All of my homies with wheels waiting for in the peel
Is all the way real we peel penitentiary steel, come on

Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know

Bad Boy, Refugee camp Collabo, let's go
Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing
Chopper City straight out of New Orleans
The infamous Freddy P. from the M I A

It's Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing
Dylan Dillinger doing me thing
E-Ness that Philly cat sticking for bling, pow

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