Hell Time - Lyrics - Groovie Ghoulies

Title: Hell Time
Artist: Groovie Ghoulies
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man

It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man

Down these streets the fools rule
There's no freedom or self respect
A knife's point or a trip to the joint
Is about all you can expect

They kill people here who stand up for their rights
The system's just too damned corrupt
It's always the same, the name of the game
Is who do you know higher up

It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man

The blacks and the whites
The idiotic, the exotic
Wealth is a filthy rag
So erotic so unpatriotic
So wrapped up in the American flag

Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb
Turning children into punks and slaves
Whose heroes and healers are rich drug dealers
Who should be put in their graves

It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man

Listen to me Mr. Pussyman
This might be your last night in a bed so soft
We're not pimps on the make, politicians on the take
You can't pay us off

We're gonna blow up your home of Voodoo
And watch it burn without any regret
We got the power we're the new government
You just don't know it yet

It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man

For all of my brothers from Vietnam
And my uncles from World War II
I'd like to say that it's countdown time now
And we're gonna do what the law should do

And for you, pretty baby, I know you've seen it all
I know your story is too painful to share
One day though, you'll be talking in your sleep
And when you do, I wanna be there

It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man

It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man
It's hell time, man

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Wish You Were Here - Lyrics - The Alice Cooper Show (Live) - Alice Cooper

Title: Wish You Were Here
Album: The Alice Cooper Show (Live)
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Alice Cooper, Bob Ezrin, Dick Wagner

Lyric:
I bought you a postcard, thought it would be funny
Would have sent a souvenir, they took all my money
It's pretty warm down here but it ain't sunny

And I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
And I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here

I tried to call you, I tried to call you
Long distance operators that only stall you
Besides the damn rates are so high, they just appall you

And I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here

Started out a nice vacation
Left the station right on time
Now it's turned to near frustration
I'm just a prisoner in time

Can't get a ticket to get me home, my dear
They just don't have too many flights from twilight zone, dear
So don't forget to feed my cats, Spot and Jerome, dear

And I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
Having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here

Having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here

Seeing all the sights here, I'm getting lonely
I'd show you all the film I took if they would only
Let me go home dear, sincerely

I'm having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
Having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here

Having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
Having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here

Having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here
Having a hell of a time, my dear
Wish you were here

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Lost Souls - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Lost Souls
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): David Frank, Quincy Iii Jones, Michael Murphy, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
'Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time
(Lost soul)
How it start, how it start

Started off with runnin' from cops duck and hide from helicopters
We open fire, who can stop us
Livin' the life of trife juveniles, hopin' for righteous
Gettin' twenty-five to life, if the judge don't like us

In my clearest pictures, I see authorities itchin' to get us
ATF state feds scandalous bitches
I wasn't promised to it, wasn't bitter or sweet
See if a, nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat

Only streets livin' do or die circle complete
Repetitive motions and felons in the rush for cheese
Please understand my history a man of many acts
Live a thug life, comin' equipped, with many gats

Maybe I was just a lost soul, trapped in time
Livin' in between life and the cracks were blind
Even though we had hopes for dreams that never came
Yet still we all feel pain

Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time, stranded in the county in the worst way
Hell of a way to spend my twenty-first birthday

Born in the ghetto as a street thug
It's for the neighborhood and weed spots that we love
Lost souls, lost souls, nigga for my homeboys that passed on
Words from the mind of a lost soul

Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time

My brother Sean, first on my list, he stuck with
A three-five when he get out would I be dead or alive
He taught me the rules so much, but still in thugs I trust
When in danger never hesitate to keep my fuckin' trap shut

My mom dukes got a little bit of thug in her
The devil loves sinners crackheads and drug dealer
Sometimes I feel like the streets are takin' over
Never stayin' sober, the brain over and over backtrack

My stack's fat, I used to take down new
One love to my crew aiyyo this one's for you
R.I.P., rest in peace to Moo Brown
Know what we gotta do, baby one time

Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time
Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time
One time, one time, one time

I was born twenty-two years ago, yesterday
But see I saw no reason for me to celebrate, let me demonstrate
Entered the world from out a poisonous womb
Heroin bein' consumed already predicitin' my doom, soon

To be one of the many misguided
Always the first one on the block to be done tried it and liked it
Lost before I had a chance to find my way
Now I travel through life, not knowin' the time of day

Crime for pay, I'm on my way but don't know, where I'ma end up
I swear to God, this is a setup
And these are the words from the mind of a lost soul
(I'ma lost soul)

Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time
Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time

Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time
Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time

Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time
Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time

Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time
Just wait until the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time

All of y'all, keepin' y'all in hell
To all of y'all, keepin' y'all in hell
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
To all of y'all, keepin' y'all in hell
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself

For all my Doggz, keepin y'all in hell
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
For all my Doggz, keepin y'all in hell
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
For all my Doggz, keepin y'all in hell
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself

Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up

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Get The Hell On With That - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: Get The Hell On With That
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): J Eaddy, Christopher Bridges, Joseph Cartagena, R Harrell

Lyric:
Whoa, whoa, whoa
All you frontin' ass niggaz
Callin' all frontin' ass bitches
Yo, get the Hell on with that
Get the Hell on with that
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Why you over there lookin' at me, while my girl standin' there?
These bitches actin' like they never seen a millionaire
Feel my pockets, wanna really get your hands in there
Now what it be like?
You confused man, that shit don't even seem right
How you cats on your album only three mics?
Like 'Pac shit is funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy wasn't fuckin' with me
Now nigga get it on, soon you be dead and gone

Shorty got a bubble all she need the silicone
Love my A T L bitches, pay my bail bitches
Type to let you fuck but never tell bitches
Down ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat them down to a pulp
It's the F A T, to the J O E
Drink cris' with the feds when they come for me
No cuffs, no guns, they respect a G
Number one with a slug, what you expect from me?
Are you serious?

If you see a nigga frontin' fake shit on his wrist
Walk around all night, same bottle of Cris'
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)
If you see a bitch frontin' in her best friend's clothes
New sass weaven and fucked up toes
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)

Now all my ladies put your hands up
Nah mami, if you fuck for doe then you's a hoe
And no I'm not the one that don't drop the notes
I only ice the beef and rock the coat
Think you gettin' somethin' from me your thoughts are broke
Might get a little wheeze and a salty throat
So get the Hell on with that, don't you weave and feel it
Get the Hell on with that, I'm alright I'm just chillin'

Chicken neck ass bitch tryin' to palm the dough
Should've charged me at the door, I would let you know
Get the same jewel mouth full of heavy mo'
Coulda made you a thug from the guy with the mo'
But yo, I ain't never met a chick that was innocent
They all fuck some, eat some, never kiss
I know a lot that got skeed on and that was it
See me in the video like, "Bitch I sucked his dick"

You let him in at one time 'cause you thought he was fly
Now you see him at the clubs, he don't pay you no mind
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)
Yo, every time you smoke, dude puff your 'dro
But when it's time to go cop, he ain't got no dough
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)

Ludacris be the number one street, clown wishin 'em luck
Cause I'm 'bout to make them break a leg thinkin' I'm givin a FUCK
And you catch a beat, down, bottles is breakin', craniums crack
Chairs thrown when the heat is attacked
And you hear the street, sound, hitters and runners
Killers and gunners, winter to summer the niggaz that want us
Are headed East bound, trouble in West other than South
Cover your chest, they cover your mouth

I'm goin' deep down Dirty indeed, birdies in need
Thirty degrees and you heard it from me
But I'm 'bout to reach, around grabbin' my gun
They scatter and run but I'm handlin' and havin' some fun
They gotta keep, rounds up under the bed, up under the spread
If it ain't then it ain't, no wonder you dead
So go to sleep, now, throats is splitted
And folks that get it they gotta get the hell on widdit, BIATCH

Yo, yo, all these niggaz that claim thug like they're the type
But when it's time to go to war they runnin' for dear life
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)
Got this clown runnin' around like he's my fam
We did time in what joint? I don't know you man
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)
Get the Hell on with that
(Say what, say what what?)

Yeah, T S, Terror
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on with that
Yeah, Charlie Rock L D
Ton' Montana rest in peace, 2001
Get the Hell on with that, get the Hell on with that
Yeah

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It'S About Time - Lyrics - Van Halen

Title: It'S About Time
Artist: Van Halen
Composer(s): Alex Van Halen, Edward Van Halen, Sammy Hagar

Lyric:
Turn, turn, turn, turn

Last time, wrong time
Outside, out of line
Yeah, but this time's our time
And right on, we'll let it shine

Get up, turn your clock back
Paint it red on black
Bring it all right back
Oh hell, yeah, come on, alright, hey hey hey

You can spend my money
Don't you waste my time
(My time, my time)
Well right now makin' up for lost time, yeah, alright, alright

I think it's high time we lay it out there on the line
Now it's about time
It's about time
It's about time, yeah

Bright lights, old fights
This time we got it right, yeah
It's been a long time, overtime
Second flash, you're out of sight, yeah

So get up, turn your, your clock back
Paint it red on black
We get it all right back
Oh hell, yeah, yeah, come on, it's alright, hey hey hey

You can spend my money
Don't you waste my time
(My time, my time)
Well we're about to make it up to your big time
(Big, big, big, big time)
Well it's about time we lay it out there on the line

It's about time
It's about time
It's a just about time
It's just about time yeah

Re turn, re turn, re turn
Turn, turn, turn

[Incomprehensible]

It's alright, yeah, spend my money, don't waste my time
(My time, my time)
Well we're gonna make it up to your big time
(Big, time, big time)
Because it's about time we lay it out there on the line

It's about time
It's about time
It's about time
It's just about time

It's about time
It's about time
It's all about, talk about
I wanna know, there ain't no doubt

It's about time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's about time
Turn your clocks back

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Give 'Em Hell - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Give 'Em Hell
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Kevin Gilliam, Coi Mattison, Chester Jennings, Talib Kweli Greene, Al Green, Terrace Martin

Lyric:
We know that what we reap we sow
But we forget how low we can go
You think it's bad here on Earth
But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell

Every Sunday dressin' up, catchin' gossip at its worst
Couldn't see the difference in the Baptist and the Catholic Church
Caught up in the rapture of the First Chapter and Second Verse
If we all God's children then what's the word of the reverend worth

Taught early that faith is blind like justice when you facin' time
If we all made in God's image then that means his face is mine
Wait or it's that blasphemy, it's logical it has to be
If I don't look like my father then the way I live is bastardly

Naturally that's confusion to a young'n tryin' to follow Christ
Taught that if you don't know Jesus then you lead a hollow life
Never question the fact that Jesus was Jewish not a Christian
Or that Christianity was law accordin' to politicians

Who was King James, and why did he think it was so vital
To remove chapters and make his own version of the Bible?
They say Hell is underground and Heaven is in the sky
And they say that's where you go when you die
But how they know?

We know that what we reap we sow
But we forget how low we can go
You think it's bad here on Earth
But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us

I've been to many churches, I've quoted many verses
I've dealt with my base self, I controlled my many urges
I used to study my lessons, it was a blessin' not a curse
I learned that heaven and hell exist right here on Earth, word

Studied with Rastafarians and learned from the dreads
That Hell is called Babylon
And that's where them crazy boarheads dwell
They got us thinkin' that Muslims like to make bombs
But real Muslims believe in paradise and the resist the Shaitan

So it all sound the same to me, that's why when they say
One is right and the other is wrong, it just sound like game to me
It's like God skipped past the church and came to me
No, that ain't vain to me
It's just a particular way that I came to see

The difference between those who claim to be
Religious and those that say they spiritual and recognize
That life is full of miracles, you could see my glow in a rhyme
The poem divine 'cause it coincide with a grow in the time
That those who lookin' for God knowin' to go inside

We know that what we reap we sow
But we forget how low we can go
You think it's bad here on Earth
But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell

Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup

Livin' in mass confusion, lookin' for absolution
The gas induces psychopath, produce the last solution
Based on his interpretation of what the words were sayin'
Tryin' to get to God but ended up doin' the work of Satan

Religion create division, make the Muslim hate the Christian
Make the Christian hate the Jew
Make the rules of faith that you condition to
And gotta to follow and God forbid you go to Hell
But if you ever walked through any ghetto
Then you know it well

[Incomprehensible] after me
Preacher says, he's blasphemy
I say there's gotta be a better explanation

[Incomprehensible] you
I pray that God hears you
Take one look at your rear view
And if you see what I see
[Incomprehensible]

We know that what we reap we sow
But we forget how low we can go
You think it's bad here on Earth
But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell

We know that what we reap we sow
But we forget how low we can go
You think it's bad here on Earth
But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell

Hell, hell, hell, hell
Hell, hell, hell
We know that what we reap we sow

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I Wouldn'T Piss In Your Ear If Your Brain Was On Fire - Lyrics - Death By Stereo

Title: I Wouldn'T Piss In Your Ear If Your Brain Was On Fire
Artist: Death By Stereo
Composer(s): Efrem Schultz, Jim Miner, Todd Henning, Dan Palmer, Paul Miner

Lyric:
No, no, no, no more it's just another day you and your pretty face
You're little lying lips won't get you too far
This is where the fun stops your fragiel ego drops
Cracks like an egg all over the floor

You're too cracked to mend so get your famous friends
And stomp some heads the madness never ends
You think you're something more
Than just a fucking whore no you're not

They'll be hell to pay
(Another time and place)
They'll be hell to pay
(Hell, hell)
They'll be hell to pay
(How do you show you're face?)

No more

This is a happy place where the truth gets warped
Elitist bullshit where egos get to soar
Hang us out to dry because of a fucking lie
Bullshit on your plates with some high and mighty on the side

If you could turn around and change a single thing
Would you give up the power you adore?
You probably should have stopped
Before you got this far now you're not punk rock's princess anymore

They'll be hell to pay
(Another time and place)
They'll be hell to pay
(Hell, hell)
They'll be hell to pay
(How do you show you're face?)

They'll be hell to pay
(And now we've been betrayed)
They'll be hell to pay
(Hell, hell)
They'll be hell to pay
(How do you show you're face?)

No more, no more lies
If you can't take the heat
Stay out of the fuckin' kitchen

They'll be hell to pay
(Another time and place)
They'll be hell to pay
(Hell, hell)
They'll be hell to pay
(How do you show you're face?)

They'll be hell to pay
(And now we've been betrayed)
They'll be hell to pay
(Hell, hell)
They'll be hell to pay
(How do you show you're face?)

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The G.O.A.T. - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. - Ll Cool J

Title: The G.O.A.T.
Album: G.O.A.T.
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Adam Fenton, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool J)
The greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool J)
I'm the greatest of all time

I was on the movie set, then he hit me on the cell
Niggas out here talk 'bout the king of rap fell
Fell where? Don't these niggas know I'm LL?
Lemme run it through this album, tell Spielberg, "Chill"
My jet hit La Guardia six in the morn'
They be waitin' in the Bentley when the plane takes on
Straight to the studio dirty, no shower
Threw out 5 mics in the first half hour

Niggas know, who about to get all the dough
(LL)
Who about to hit all your homes
(LL)
Who about to spit all the flows
That's all I can say, and I can't stands no more
(We know)
Aiight then, what the fuck the deal yo?
I's raised on some ill shit, let's be real
Uptown the Bronx, and Brooklyn and Queens
Staten Island, Jersey, ya know the routine

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
Yeah, yeah
The greatest of all time
(Cool J)
Yeah, yeah
I'm the greatest of all time

East Coast y'all want it, y'all got it
Look up in my eyes, a nigga feeling psychotic
Look outside nigga, my car's excited
Look at the crowd, how they respond to my product
Like ecstasy, my crew's next to me
It's my destiny, to make history
I'm the emperor, rap king
From the streets of Paris, up north to sing-sing

One question, "Do I do my thing thing?"
(Hell yeah)
Then putcha L's in the air, for the greatest rapper o' all time
You want that nigga album
But that nigga bought all mine
So get the realness
(Uhh)
Matter fact turn it up so you can feel this
(Uhh)
Ice grill all you want, I'm fearless
(Uhh)
Nigga, you just blue try, you can't appeal this
(Uhh)
I'm about to kill this
(Uhh)

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(LL Cool J is hard as)
(Break it down)

Feel it, yeah, blow ya whistles, yeah
(You can't fuck wit me, nigga)
Feel it
(The fuck wrong wit you?)

I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill'
Drop mo' platinum, to fo' mo' bills
You pop mo' shit, I show mo' skill
Greatest of all time, and that's all real
Ain't no rapper could do what I do
Rip ya whole label solo, no crew
Ain't a MC that I can't go through
And I only have respect for a chosen few

But they could get it too
Trust me, you don't want L to spit at you
I'm the one they call when shit gets critical
The way I conquer the world is spiritual, I'm imperial
Everlasting, the best who ever did it
Holdin' the crown down, can't nobody get it
Germany, Italy, France, Japan
London, Africa, bow to the master, the G.O.A.T.

The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool J)
I'm the greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(LL Cool J is hard as)

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Arc Of Descent - Lyrics - Earth Crisis

Title: Arc Of Descent
Artist: Earth Crisis
Composer(s): Karl Richard Buechner, Scott David Crouse, Erick A Edwards, Ian B Edwards, Dennis M Merrick

Lyric:
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side

Truth serum injected into the situation
So now I know
Separated the real from the false
And now I am better off than I ever was

Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side

Standing where the ground beneath gives way
Disappearing into the abyss
Holding onto lies that speed descent
They're all falling, I'm the only one who's left

Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side

Standing where the ground beneath gives way
Disappearing into the abyss
Holding onto lies that speed descent
They're all falling, I'm the only one who's left

Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side
Time's up to decide, now it's time to choose a side

Standing where the ground beneath gives way
Disappearing into the abyss
Holding onto lies that speed descent
They're all falling, I'm the only one who's left

Slow arc of descent begins, the test of time tells all
One by one they dissolve into the dark, until the cowards are no more
I'd rather live in a state of war than the hell of artificial peace
Divide myself from the liars, now it's time to choose a side

Standing where the ground beneath gives way
Disappearing into the abyss
Holding onto lies that speed descent
They're all falling, I'm the only one who's left

Standing
Standing

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Business - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: Business
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): M Elizondo, Ron Feemster, Marshall Mathers, Andre Young

Lyric:
Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S
Holy whack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right
To the rap mobile, let's go
(Marshall marshall)
Bitches and gentleman
It's show time
Hurry, hurry step right up
Introducin' the star of our show, his name is
(Marshall)
You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now
So without further ado, I bring to you
(Marshall)

You 'bout to witness hip hop in its
Most purest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest, known artist
Chip off the old block but old doc is back

Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh god, Saddam's got his own Laden
With his own private plane, his own pilot
Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges

Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes
Yeah, here I come
I'm inches away from you, here, fear none
Hip hop is in a state of nine one one, so

Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns, can I get a witness?
Hell yea

Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns, can I get a witness?
Hell yea

Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles
Gee willikers Dre, holy Bat Syllables
Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham
When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals

So, skip to ya lou, while I do what I do best
You ain't even impressed no more, you used to it
Flows too wet, nobody close to it
Nobody says it was till everyone knows the shit

The most hated on outta all those who say they get hated
On eighties songs
Exaggerate it all so much
They make it all up
There's no such thing

Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans
It just means so much more to so much more
People when you rappin' and you know what for
The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome y'all
To Marshall and Andre's carnival

Come on
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns, can I get a witness?
Hell yea

Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns, can I get a witness?
Hell yea

It's just like old times, the dynamic duo
Two old friends, why panic?
You already know who's fully capable, the two caped heroes
Dial straight down the center eight zero zero

You can even call collect, the most feared duet
Since me and Elton, play career Russian Roulette
And never even seen me blink get me bustin' a sweat
People steppin' over people just to rush to the set

Just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely
Ease over these beats, and be so breezy
Jesus, how can shit be so easy?
How can one Chandra be so levy?

Turn on these beats MC's don't see me
Believe me, BET and MTV
Are gonna grieve when we leave, dawg for sheezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me

'Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear
Into the mountains
Nothin' but clowns down here
But we ain't fuckin' around 'round here

Yo Dre
Whuddup?
Can I get a hell yea?
Hell yea

Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns, can I get a witness?
Hell yea

Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns, can I get a witness?
Hell yea

So there you have it folks
Marshall
Has come to save the day
Back with his friend Andre
And to remind you that bullshit does not pay
Because
Marshall
And Andre are here to stay and never go away
Until our dying day, until we're old and gray
Marshall
So until next time friends
Same blonde hair, same rap channel
Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming
Your host for the evening
Marshall
Oh hah

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Maybe Someday - Lyrics - Splender

Title: Maybe Someday
Artist: Splender
Composer(s): Waymon Boone

Lyric:
And if I gave you the sun, would you take it home?
And if I gave you a gun would you feel alone?
And if I bothered you much then tell me to walk away
Away, away, away

Throw me a loan to stop all the stones
And I would steal you the flesh to sew on your bones
And if you show me a sign then I'm gonna die for you
For you, for you, for you, that's all I have to say

Maybe someday I'll come, maybe someday I'll go
I know my way takes me home, but there'll be hell to pay

Blow up the clothes, they never appear
And if you ever got sad, I would choke on your tears
So you should show me the line, I'm standing behind for you
For you, for you, for you

'Cause I've been a vagrant who lives in a basement
And every single day I just try to replace it
So show me a sign and I'm telling you one last time
One time, one time, one time, that's all I have to say

Maybe someday I'll come, maybe someday I'll go
I know my way takes me home, but there'll be hell to pay
Maybe someday I'll come, maybe someday I'll go
I know my way takes me home, but there'll be hell to pay

No pain, no blood, no oxygen
No breaks, no cuts, no sentences
No time, no way, to work this in
So where do I begin

So if you gave me a loan I'd give it all back
And if you wanna get stoned I won't stop you from that
But if you wanna believe that I got a need for you
For you, for you, for you, that's all I have to say

Maybe someday I'll come, maybe someday I'll go
I know my way takes me home, but there'll be hell to pay
Maybe someday I'll come, maybe someday I'll go
I know my way takes me home, but there'll be hell to pay

But there'll be hell to pay, but there'll be hell to pay
But there'll be hell to pay, but there'll be hell to pay
But there'll be hell to pay, but there'll be hell to pay
...

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Papa'Z Song - Lyrics - Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2pac

Title: Papa'Z Song
Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Joe Sample, Deon Evans, Tupac Shakur, Will Jennings

Lyric:
Daddy's home
So, you say that like that means somethin' to me
You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin' time
For you to be comin' home talkin' that daddy's home shit
We been gettin' along fine just without you
Me, my brother and my mother
So if you don't mind, you can step the fuck off, pops, fuck you

Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight
A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night
Please send me a pops before puberty
The things I would do to see a piece of family unity

Moms always work, I barely see her
I'm startin' to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her
It's a wonder they don't understand kids today
So when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way

And I hope that he answers me
I heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family
A different father every weekend
Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends

I'm gettin' sick of all the friendships
As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick
How can I be a man if there's no role model?
Strivin' to save my soul I stay cold drinkin' a Forty bottle

I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time

I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time, so sorry baby

Moms had to entertain many men
Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again
I'm gettin' a bit older and I'm startin' to be a bother
Moms can't stand me 'cause I'm lookin' like my father

Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer
Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer
Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff
Moms was tough 'cause his poppa wasn't man enough

Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities
Instead of takin' care of me, he'd rather live lavishly
That's why I'll never be a father
Unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother

That's when I started hatin' the phony smiles
Said I was an only child, look at mama's lonely smile
It's hard for a son to see his mother cry
She only loves you but has to fuck with these other guys

I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time

I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time, so sorry baby

Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes
Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show
And oh, I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong
Lookin' kinda pale, was it the ale or pops was wrong?

Where was the money that you said you would send me?
Talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly
Ask about school and my welfare
But it's clear you ain't sincere and who the hell cares

You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack
You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin' back
Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start
Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart

So don't even start with that wanna be your father shit
Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it
I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G
Now that I finally found you, stay the fuck away from me

I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time

I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time, so sorry baby

I never meant to leave but I was wanted
Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted
Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger
If I was to keep you breathin', had to be out of range

Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number
Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to
Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin' fast
But livin' slow, mean half the dough why don't you get some ass

Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along
I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong
It took a little longer than I thought
I slipped, got caught and sent to jail by the courts

Now I'm doin' time and I wish you'll understand
All I ever wanted was for you to be a man
And grow to be the type you was meant to be
Keep the war fightin' by the writings that you sent to me

I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time

I'm so sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time, so sorry, baby

Sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time

I am sorry
For all this time
For all this time
For all this time, so sorry, baby

Sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

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Electro Glide In Blue - Lyrics - Apollo 440

Title: Electro Glide In Blue
Artist: Apollo 440
Composer(s): Ewan Macfarlane, Howard Gray, Trevor Gray

Lyric:
I'm more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle
I'm more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle

Maybe I'm a loveboy, hooked on an aphrodisiac
Maybe I'm a strange one, maybe I'm a twisted maniac

Hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who's to say that heaven is in hell
Escaping reality's touch
Just in time - just in time before the bite gets too much

Who's to say that heaven is in hell - can this be hell?

Maybe I'm a loveboy, hooked on an aphrodisiac
Or maybe I'm a strange one, maybe I'm a twisted maniac

Hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who's to say that heaven is in hell
Can this be hell, oh well, oh well, oh well
Escaping reality's touch, yeah
Now just in time before the bite gets too much

Hey, hey, hey, you never can tell
I said, said, hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
I said maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who's to say that heaven is in hell
Can this be hell, oh well, oh well, oh well

Escaping reality's touch
Just in time before the bite gets too much

I'm more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle
I'm more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle

Sharper than a needle
I'm sharper than a needle
Sharper than a needle, needle, needle, needle, no
Yeah, sharper than a needle
Yeah, sharper than a needle

Hey, hey, hey, hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who's to say that heaven is in hell
Can this be hell - oh well, oh well, oh well
Escaping reality's touch
Yeah, just in time - just in time before the bite gets too much

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Closing Time - Lyrics - The Essential Leonard Cohen - Leonard Cohen

Title: Closing Time
Album: The Essential Leonard Cohen
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
We're drinking and we're dancing
And the band is really happening
And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
She's the angel of compassion
She's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker, every dancer
Lifts a happy face to thank her
And the fiddler fiddles something so sublime

All the women tear their blouses off
The men they dance on the polka-dots
And it's partner found and partner lost
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's closing time
All the women tear their blouses off
The men they dance on the polka-dots
And it's partner found and partner lost
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's closing time

We're lonely, we're romantic
And the cider's laced with acid
And the holy spirit's crying, 'where's the beef?
And the moon is swimming naked
And the summer night is fragrant
With a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
Down the snakes and up the ladder
To the tower where the blessed hours chime

And I swear it happened just like this
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
The gates of love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But closing time
I swear it happened just like this
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
The gates of love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But closing time, closing time

I loved you for your beauty
But that doesn't make a fool of me
You were in it for your beauty too
And I loved you for your body
There's a voice that sounds like god to me
Declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
I loved you when our love was blessed
And I love you now there's nothing left
But sorrow and a sense of overtime

And I miss you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time
And I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It?s closing time

Yea, we're drinking and we're dancing
But there's nothing really happening
The place is dead as heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
Gets me fumbling, gets me laughing
She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight
And I lift my glass to the awful truth
Which you can't reveal to the ears of youth
Except to say it isn't worth a dime

And the whole dam place goes crazy twice
And it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ
But the boss don't like these dizzy heights
We're busted in the blinding lights
Of closing time
And the whole dam place goes crazy twice
And it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ
But the boss don't like these dizzy heights
We're busted in the blinding lights
Busted in the blinding lights
Of closing time, closing time

All the women tear their blouses off
The men they dance on the polka-dots
It's closing time
And it's partner found and partner lost
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's closing time
I swear it happened just like this
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's closing time
The gates of love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But closing time

I loved you when our love was blessed
And I love you now there's nothing left
But closing time
And I miss you since the place got wrecked

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Faith Hope Love - Lyrics - King'S X

Title: Faith Hope Love
Artist: King'S X
Composer(s): Ty Tabor, Sam Taylor, Doug Pinnick, Jerry Gaskill

Lyric:
We've all seen the evil of this world
And we feel so helpless with all the lies
Everyone believes somewhere there's love
Darkness is just a speck in the light

We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word brings no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive

Bad luck, we hide it, oh, so well
Just enough to tell you
I can't see my eyes are blind
If I look then surely I will find
If I learn my lessons when I'm older I'll be wise

We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word brings no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive

We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word brings no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive

Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell
Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell

Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell
Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell

Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell
Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell

Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell

Faith hope love
Faith hope love
Faith hope love
Faith hope love

Faith hope love
Faith hope love
Faith hope love
Faith hope love

Faith hope love
Faith hope love
Faith hope love
Faith hope love

We've all seen the evil of this world
And we feel so helpless with all the lies
Everyone believes somewhere there's love
Darkness is just a speck in the light

We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word brings no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive

Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell
Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell

Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell
Listen to me closely
There is more heaven than hell

Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell
Listen to me very closely

Faith hope love
Faith hope love
Faith hope love
...

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Welcome To Hell - Lyrics - Trace Adkins

Title: Welcome To Hell
Artist: Trace Adkins
Composer(s): Bobby Terry, Trace Adkins

Lyric:
Come on in, son, have a seat
Don't mind the screams, don't mind the heat
It's been like this 'round here for a long, long time
We haven't had the chance to meet
But I've heard about you on TV
And I think we're gonna get along just fine

I can't help but notice
You look somewhat surprised
Did you think, son, after what you've done
The Lord would let you slide?

Welcome to Hell, your new home
You did the crime, now you'll do the time
Right where you belong
Welcome to Hell, end of the line
Your final sin got you in
And now your soul is mine
Welcome to Hell

I hope for your sake, you're the kind
That can stand to burn 'til the end of time
'Cause that's exactly what you're gonna do
There's some lots left on the lake of fire
Where we send your kind to retire
And I picked out a nice little hot spot just for you

I've got one last thing to tell you
And let me make this clear
I don't know what you've been told
But there ain't no virgins here

Welcome to Hell, your new home
You did the crime, now you'll do the time
Right where you belong
Welcome to Hell, end of the line
Your final sin got you in
And now your soul is mine
Welcome to Hell, welcome to Hell, boy

Welcome to Hell, end of the line
Your final sin got you in
Now your ass is mine
Welcome to Hell
Welcome to Hell, boy
You're gonna love it

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Pack Your Shit - Lyrics - Hot - Melanie B (Melanie Brown)

Title: Pack Your Shit
Album: Hot
Artist: Melanie B (Melanie Brown)
Composer(s): Albert Charles, Jack Knight, Teddy Riley, Tijuan Frampton, Jimmy Singletary, Jonathan Walker

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Lyric:
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Can't you see now, baby
With the tears in my eyes I don't feel right
But you don't feel the same way
How can we live this way?

Got your girls on the telephone
Talkin' 'bout this and that, that and this
So pack your shit

Go on your merry little way
I've got no time for you today
No way

You said you hup'd up
But you never fucked up
So what the hell is this shit on my covers?

You say you love me
Every time you fuck me
How could you do this to me

Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Now wait a minute now, baby girl
You say the pain in your life is because of me
Then you go fucking up my clothes, my cars
Did all I have to do for you, baby

So check your best friend walkin' round the house
With those tight mini skirts and no drawers on
?Baby, you're a man in me?, she said
And I'll fulfill your every fantasy

That's when I hup'd up
But I never fucked up
You never found no shit up on no covers

Said I loved you
Every time I kissed you
How could you do this to me

Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

You said you hup'd up
But you never fucked up
So what the hell is this shit on my covers?

You say you love me
Every time you fuck me
How could you do this to me?

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more
(No, no)

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

Boy, you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don't come back around here no more

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Like Hell - Lyrics - Loudness

Title: Like Hell
Artist: Loudness
Composer(s): Minoru Niihara, Akira Takasaki

Lyric:
So many times I've been lost
And blinded by the light, caught up in a maze
Now I feel just like a wolf
Who forgot how to fight and frozen by the haze

I was a hungry mean beast
I would never be satisfeid
Always looking for the next feast
Waiting for the next ride

Like hell, I'm gonna do it, like hell
Like hell, I'm gonna rock you, like hell
Like hell, I'm comin' at you, like hell
Like hell, I'm gonna shock you, like hell

Just one more sip to ease my thirst
Another for the fire that's all that I need
The time has come to break the spell
Or give in to desire there ain't no in between

No I won't stay and take it
Get caught up standing still
Looking for a way to shake it
Looking for the kill

Like hell, I'm gonna do it, like hell
Like hell, I'm gonna rock you, like hell
Like hell, I'm comin' at you, like hell
Like hell, I'm gonna shock you, like hell

No more hiding in the shadows
Runnin' from the fight
No more cryin' when the wind blows
Howling at the night

Like hell, I'm gonna do it, like hell
Like hell, I'm gonna rock you, like hell
Like hell, I'm comin' at you, like hell
Like hell, I'm gonna shock you, like hell

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