Ghettochip Malfunction - Lyrics - Beck

Title: Ghettochip Malfunction
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): M. Jones, John King, Beck Hansen, M. Pierce, R. Middlebrooks, P. Politi, L. Bonner, Mike Simpson

Lyric:
Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco

Make notes, burn like broken equipment
Looking for shelter via juxtaposition
Thought control, those written confessions
Two dimensions, dumb your head down

Duck, don't look now, company missiles
Power is raunchy when the cops are watching
Make your dreams out of Papier-mache
Clinched wasted hate taste tested

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Hi, yeah, that's it, let me see
Yea, that's it, let me see
Yea, that's it, hi

Stretched to the limit, attention spared
Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks
Noise response, applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow

Makin' points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Look for the common, not superficial
Code Red Cola? War conformity crisis

Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives and White Out, turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on I'm working my legs

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Yes, yes, hi, hi
I like your bass, I like your bass
Your beat is nice, your beat is nice
Yeah, that's it, yeah, that's it, yes, yes

Yes, now I'm moving this way
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Hell yes

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Ghettochipp Malfunction - Lyrics - Guerolito - Beck

Title: Ghettochipp Malfunction
Album: Guerolito
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): M. Jones, John King, Beck Hansen, M. Pierce, R. Middlebrooks, P. Politi, L. Bonner, Mike Simpson

Lyric:
Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco

Make notes, burn like broken equipment
Looking for shelter via juxtaposition
Thought control, those written confessions
Two dimensions, dumb your head down

Duck, don't look now, company missiles
Power is raunchy when the cops are watching
Make your dreams out of Papier-mache
Clinched wasted hate taste tested

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Hi, yeah, that's it, let me see
Yea, that's it, let me see
Yea, that's it, hi

Stretched to the limit, attention spared
Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks
Noise response, applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow

Makin' points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Look for the common, not superficial
Code Red Cola? War conformity crisis

Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives and White Out, turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on I'm working my legs

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Yes, yes, hi, hi
I like your bass, I like your bass
Your beat is nice, your beat is nice
Yeah, that's it, yeah, that's it, yes, yes

Yes, now I'm moving this way
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Hell yes

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Fax Machine Anthem - Lyrics - Beck

Title: Fax Machine Anthem
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): John King, Beck Hansen, Mike Simpson

Lyric:
Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco

Bank notes, burn like broken equipment
Looking for shelter via juxtaposition
Thought control, those written confessions
Two dimensions, dumb your head down

Duck, don't look now, company missiles
Power is raunchy when the cops are watching
Make your dreams out of paper mache
Clinched wasted hate taste-tested

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Stretched to the limit, attention spared
Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks
Noise response, applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow

Makin' points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Look for the common, not superficial
Code red cola? War conformity crisis

Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives and white out, turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

(Hi, yeah, that's it)
Let me see, yeah, that's it
Let me see, yeah, that's it
(Hi)

Let me see, yeah, that's it
Let me see, seriously, Yea, that's it

Yes, hi
(I like your bass)
Your beat is nice, yeah, that's it
(Yes, yes)
Hell yes

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Hell Yes - Lyrics - Guero - Beck

Title: Hell Yes
Album: Guero
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): R Middlebrooks, M Pierce, B White, M Jones, John Robert King, P Politi, W Beck, Beck Hansen, C Satchell, J Williams, L Bonner, Mike Simpson

Lyric:
Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes risin' out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco

Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Lookin' for shelter, read just your position
Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down

Duck don't look now company missiles
Power is raunchy, rent-a-cops are watching
Makin' their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted, hate taste tested

Hell yes, I'm movin' this way, I'm doin' this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, I'm turnin' it on, I'm workin' my legs
Hell yes, I'm callin' you out, I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, I'm cleanin' the floor, my beat is correct

Stretched to the limit attention spans
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow

Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Code red cola war conformity crisis

Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in white out, turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems, get your damn hands up

Hell yes, I'm movin' this way, I'm doin' this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, I'm turnin' it on, I'm workin' my legs
Hell yes, I'm callin' you out, I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, I'm cleanin' the floor, my beat is correct

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Supercruel - Lyrics - Monolithic Baby! - Monster Magnet

Title: Supercruel
Album: Monolithic Baby!
Artist: Monster Magnet
Composer(s): Dave Wyndorf

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Lyric:
One, two, three, four

Breathin' hard when you swim in the mirror
Breathin' hard like a rich girl should
Come alive in the back of my trailer
Come alive when you're carvin' my wood

Supercruel hot shit baby
You've never been treated right
Supercruel, TV's garbage
Shut your eyes real tight

Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup

Such a strain when you live on a dead star
Such a bummer when your money is dry
Plug yourself on the hammer of God now
We all love it when you shiver and die

How were you to know
That the sun would come out at midnight baby
That the reds would turn out to be speed
How were you to know that I'd be supercruel

Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup

Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
Drink from the specimen in my cup

Supercruel [Incomprehensible] baby
You've never been treated well
Supercruel, TV's garbage
[Incomprehensible] hell

Supercruel hot shit baby
You've never been treated right
Supercruel, TV's garbage
Shut your eyes real tight

Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup

Cry for your mother
Sing for your brothers in hell, yes
Pray for the daddy who smacks you up
And drink from the specimen in my cup

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Krazy Wit Da Books - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Krazy Wit Da Books
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach, C Charity, Andre Weston, Hal David, Willie Hines

Lyric:
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books

Well, comin' to school ya it's the hooligan
I'm in the mood again so watch me do this
I'm out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus
The super dooper trooper, oops, I'm no beginner
So watch me get loose and run, shit, like Bill Skinner

I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it
There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I wreck it
See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it
Ya cruisin' for a bruisin' if ya bite it when I use it

See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin' ta stop it
I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket
I drop it from the East, at least I'm gettin' mine in
Some niggas gettin' jealous 'cos of the way that I be rhymin'

Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you waitin'
It's like nuttin' when I'm throwin' somethin' rougher than menstruation
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin', for the lords split'cha

I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
I dip-dip-dob wit' more drive than the Harlem River
Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then [Incomprehensible]
Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin' see

It's back to basics if you're wacked then niggas hate we
Got the knack to freak a track like I was printin' in some nations
Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope, I'm madder than the Mad Hatter
And Yabber Dabber Dope and you can quote

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books

Well once again it's the spectacular
I checkin' the back and ya, fuckin', face it
Terrorisin' MC's as if my name was Jason
I crash 'n' clash 'em, monster mash 'em 'til they suckle
I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like Dr. Jekyll

I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts
The shit that I bringin' got'cha swingin' on my nuts
I'm not the typical, lyrical guy that be a miracle
Drop the type of shit that make ya flip and get'cha swivacle

I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet
My raps they never collapse 'cos on the tracks, see I be bustin' like
Fireworks, I fire jerks scullin' then I step
I'm back from hibernation and I'm ween to keep a rep

Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I'm flyer than a cockpit
Hah I rocks shit and knock niggas out the blocks wit'
Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx
I'm slick, watch your tip because my clique might slam ya next

Like booya, no ya not true, don't mean illusion
Kickin' a styles 'til '96, taking backs to the future
Plus I'm cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly
I'm aimin' for the charts just like this was a game of scelli

Plus I'm sinkin' ships, doin' whatever makes the blow rock
My crew is givin' nothin', stuffin' chicks without the showtime
When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up
Sad ya sleazy heart 'cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books

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Have You Ever Been To Hell - Lyrics - Ziggy Marley

Title: Have You Ever Been To Hell
Artist: Ziggy Marley
Composer(s): Ziggy Marley

Lyric:
The heat is on so arm your soul
The heat is on so arm your soul
The heat is on so arm your soul
Guiltiness, guilty ones

Have you ever been to hell?
Have you ever been to hell?
Have you ever been to hell and hell again?
Have you ever been to hell?
Have you ever been to hell?
Have you ever been to hell and hell again?

Don't you know is there vanity
And inhumanity? Cries from the guilty, sayin'
Who's gonna save you soul?
Why didn't you give it to the poor?
Now you got to cry, oh guilty and tell me

Have you ever been to hell?
Have you ever been to hell, blasphemers
Have you ever been to hell and hell and hell again? Oh
Have you ever been to hell, murderers
Have you ever been to hell?
Have you ever been to hell and hell again?

So you know you could have tried some more
Like you never tried before
Got to get out of the ditch, so on
We've got to remember, earth conquers bone [incomprehensible]
Yes man's got to make the switch

So, have you ever been to hell?
Have you ever been to hell, guilty one?
Have you ever been to hell and hell again?, Lie, lie, lie, liars
Have you ever been to hell, pushers?
Now, have you ever been to hell?
Have you ever been to hell and hell again

Souls are bought and sold
Cause for so much woes
The strain never ends
Sister, if you haven't been there
No don't wish to go, never
It's not like a duppy show, no, no, no

Have you ever been to hell? Guilty ones
Have you ever been to hell, murderers
Have you ever been to hell and hell again?, Arm your souls
Have you ever been to hell, tell?
Have you ever been to hell, not well?
Have you ever been to hell and hell, hell, hell?

I'm gonna arm my souls, oh Lord
We got to arm our souls
Heed the warning

Guilty ones, murderers, top notch
Have you ever been?
Arm your soul, lord knows
Arm your soul, lord knows
Arm your soul, lord knows

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What The H**L Do You Want - Lyrics - Pleasure & Pain - 112

Title: What The H**L Do You Want
Album: Pleasure & Pain
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Daron Tavaris Jones

Lyric:
Tsk, why you gotta act like that?

When I say that I love you
You ask me what I want?
When I try to care for you, woho, hoa
You say I'm tryin' to front

When I'm tryin' to listen to you, oh baby
You take it as a joke
And when I try to give you good advice, yeah, yeah
You swear that I don't know

So what the hell do you want? Uhn, baby?
What the hell do you want, from me?
What the hell do you want? I need to know
What the hell do you want, baby?

What the hell do you want from me? Yeah, oh, yeah
Uh, yeah, baby, tell me?
What the hell do you want from me? Yeah
Listen here, baby, I need to know right know, tell me how?

When I try to make love to you, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You tell me not tonight
And when I wanna touch you, oh, ho, baby, yeah
You say that now is not the time

And when I wanna hold you, oh, ouh
You tell me you need space
But you just said I wasn't affectionate enough
That's what you told me yesterday

So what the hell do you want? Lord have mercy
What the hell do you want, from me? Yeah
What the hell do you want?
I don't know what else to do, yeah, yeah

What the hell do you want from me, baby? Yes
I don't know what
What the hell do you want from me
Yeah, yeah, oh, ooh, yeah

Listen, you tyin' to deceive me
You're tryin' to mislead me
Yes, yes, yes, yes
You didn't appreciate what I was doin'
Thank God I'm just gonna keep movin'

You can't hurt me no more, yeah
So I'm walkin' out that door
Said, you can't hurt me no more
So I'm walkin' out that door

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Chemical World - Lyrics - Modern Life Is Rubbish - Blur

Title: Chemical World
Album: Modern Life Is Rubbish
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she takes the bus into the country
Although she got herself rosy cheeks
She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent

The landlord says that she's out in a week
What a shame she was just getting comfy
Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep
And in a chemical world it's very, very, very cheap

And I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes

Peeping Thomas has a very nice view
Across the street at the exhibitionist
These townies they never speak to you
Just stick together so they never get lonely

Feeling lead, feeling quite light-headed
Had to sit down and have some sugary tea
In a chemical world, in a chemical world
It's very, very, very cheap

And I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
But it's been a hell of a do
Putting the holes in, yes, yes, yes

I don't know about you
But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes
It's been a hell of a do
Putting the holes in, yes, yes

And now she's found about you
Putting the holes in, yes, yes
Well I don't know about you
Putting the holes in, yes, yes

Until you can see right through
Until you can see right through
Until you can see right through

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The Hand Of Death - Lyrics - Holy Moses

Title: The Hand Of Death
Artist: Holy Moses
Composer(s): Sabina Classen, Andreas Classen

Lyric:
I will stand inside my hell
Take the hand of death
I don't care what they think
Don't they know about?

I need you in my blood
Crack the liar's eyes
I have no choice to stay again
Before my candles burn it out

Yes, I am
I say I am
Yes, I am
The hand of death

Close my eyes to feel the touch
For my inner rush
Stand in fire [Incomprehensible]
And it makes me go

I believe in my fate
So take the hand of death
I can see that you will die
I keep my candles burning

Yes, I am
I say I am
Yes, I am
Yes, I am

Yes, I am
I say I am
Yes, I am
The hand of death

[Incomprehensible] won't get away without
What the hell? What the hell?

Yes, I am, take my time
I say I am in my time
Here I am for my hell
The hand of death [Incomprehensible]

The mighty emperor
Ruler of the dark domain
I don't care how you act
You will lose your own respect

Let you fall into my hands
Press you now back down
I am Satan's angel
My candles never burn it out

Yes, I am
I say I am
Here I am
The hand of death

Yes, I am
I say I am
Here I am
The hand of death

The hand of death
The hand of death
The hand of death
...

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Penitentiary Chances - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: Penitentiary Chances
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): D Mohammed, Jim Jones

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Lyric:
Rell fresh home
How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga
Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now
All my soldiers behind the G Wall
Inhale, exhale, fuck the police

I'm up early on the strip while the birds chirpin'
I had to turn my ohone off too many birds chirpin'
Damn my homies gotta sit in the bing
So for them, I flood my chain and piss in my ring

Yeah, shit on these niggaz 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda been home last year but I got hit at the board, nigga
Yeah, you spotted man, now you red dotted man
You fuckin' wit Hell Rell, New York City's rider man

Now is these niggaz some killers like us?
No
They say the real, well they realer than us?
No, no, no

Is my set good?
Yes
Is my bet good?
Yes
Is my threat good?
Yes, yes, yes

Since you've been home they done indicted ya boy
Due to the circumstances of this life we enjoy
Niggaz start snitchin' they Sammy the Bullin'
'Til my niggaz start grippin' these hammers and pull 'em

That's when these niggaz start switchin' turnin' Islamic and Muslim
'Cause they seein' my position is straight savage and hoodlums
Shit, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a Porsche
This is One-Eye Willie and I'm from fuckin' New York

Who them niggaz paintin' the town red
Dip-set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz gettin' that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set

Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch nigga
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz squeezin at bitch niggaz
Dip-set
Who them niggaz that gotta get rich nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang

Now do these niggaz be bangin' like me?
No
They say they G is they gangstas like me?
No, no, no

Is my guns good?
Yes
Is my ones good?
Yes
Do we run hoods?
Yes, yes, yes

My pistol game been tight since chicken lo mein and rice
Tryna get that paper, flippin' that caine for a price
Fiends goin brazy, hittin that caine through the pipe
Niggaz that bang to the right, I'm just sayin this is life

So we adore and survive
Cause through this war we gon ride wit two 4's on our side
Shit, man I'm riskin' it all
Cause for this love and this money man, I just wanna ball

Who them niggaz paintin' the town red?
Dip-set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz gettin' that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set

Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch nigga
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz squeezin' at bitch niggaz
Dip-set
Who them niggaz that gotta get rich nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang

These niggaz want me to slow down and switch my speed
And these bitches pokin' holes in the condom tryna get my seed
Leave me alone lemme twist my weed
Two things I never seen a U.F.O. and a bitch I need

The Beamer shinin' on B.B.'s, niggaz tryin' to be me
You gangsta on the streets dawg, north signin' to P.C
These niggaz washed up callin' it quits
It don't matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my dick

I slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brick
I got Florida chicks comin' to N.Y. for the dick
I only been home for a month but I'm still fresh y'all
Up in this booth and still smellin' like the mess hall

Now is these niggaz more liver than me?
No
He kinda hot but is he spittin' more fire than me?
No, no, no, no

Is my dope good?
Yes
Is my coke good?
Yes
Am I so hood?
Yes, yes, yes, yes

Now is these niggaz some killas like us
No
They say the real, well they realer than us
No, no, no

Is my set good?
Yes
Is my bet good?
Yes
Is my threat good?
Yes, yes, yes

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Roll Over Beethoven - Lyrics - Billie Myers

Title: Roll Over Beethoven
Artist: Billie Myers
Composer(s): Billie Myers, David Tyson

Lyric:
Everyone says that "I can do much better"
Better than what, hey I should go ask Oprah
Bullet proof, 100, your favorite alcohol
She said "Too much of a good thing it will kill you"

You're cheaper than a rack of stolen jackets
A parody of someone else you'd like to be
You speak of Deepak Chopra and of course world peace
A guru in the making down at sesame street

Its not the way you look so vain
Or the way you misspell IE my name
Hypothetically speaking
Roll over roll over Beethoven

Tell me what did I do to deserve you
What did I do?
Tell me why I like to hate you
'Cause I do hell, oh yes I do

Cats and dogs may sleep together
Doesn't mean they like each other
You get me to stand and deliver, karma boomerang
Tell me why I like to hate you 'cause I do hell, oh yes I do

You look great when my eyes are not open
Dependables, predicables so turn the light on
You're so clever when you're silent a real thespian
Too much of a good thing it will kill you

Its not the way you're such a know it all
Your god-like outlook only 5 foot small
Hypothetically speaking
Roll over, roll over Beethoven

Tell me what did I do to deserve you
What did I do?
Tell me why I like to hate you
'Cause I do hell, oh yes I do

Cats and dogs may sleep together
Doesn't mean they like each other
You get me to stand and deliver, karma boomerang
Tell me why I like to hate you 'cause I do hell, oh yes I do

So Oprah said that "I could do much better"
Better than what, hey you know hey whatever
Big said "Throw me I'm a loser, I guess that must be true"
Why else would I be here with you?

Roll over roll over roll over Beethoven
Roll over roll over roll over Beethoven
Roll over

Tell me what did I do to deserve you
What did I do?
Tell me why I like to hate you
'Cause I do hell, oh yes I do

Cats and dogs may sleep together
Doesn't mean they like each other
You get me to stand and deliver, karma boomerang
Tell me why I like to hate you 'cause I do hell, oh yes I do

Crash bang boomerang,Karma karma boomerang
Crash bang boomerang, Karma karma boomerang
Crash bang boomerang, Karma karma boomerang
...

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Cold Day In Hell - Lyrics - Gary Moore

Title: Cold Day In Hell
Artist: Gary Moore
Composer(s): Gary Moore

Lyric:
So many times you tried to take the best of me
So many times, now you're gonna take the rest of me
Better look at what you're doing, before it's too late
It's a fine line you're treadin' between love and hate

There'll be a cold day in hell before I'm coming back to you

So many times you tried to play a dead end game, yes, you did
Oh, I tried to tell you, but you'd never wanna take the blame
Now you've pushed me to the limit and I can't take no more
You'd better take one last look before I'm out the door

There'll be a cold day in hell before I'm coming back to you
You never listened when I told you that you were way out of line
Too busy talkin' to listen, accusing me of telling lies

So many times, you tried to get the best of me, yes, you did
So many times but now you're gonna take the rest of me
Well, it's too late for sorry and it's too late for tears
Better take one last look before I disappear

There'll be a cold day in hell before I'm coming back to you
There'll be a cold day in hell before I'm coming back to you
There'll be a cold day in hell before I'm coming back to you
Yeah

Gonna be a cold day in hell
Gonna be a cold day in hell
Gonna be a cold day in hell
Gonna be a cold day in hell

Gonna be a cold day in hell
Gonna be a cold day in hell
Gonna be a cold day in hell
It's gonna be a cold, cold day in hell

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One And The Same - Lyrics - Eat at Whitey's - Everlast

Title: One And The Same
Album: Eat at Whitey's
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Michael Oliver, Keith Ciancia

Lyric:
One and the same, one and the same

I wish I could see beyond the filthy blue horizon
See what lies ahead of me
Perhaps I'd see the path of my own destruction
And avoid my destiny, she said
"Heaven and hell is one and the same boy"

She told me, "Heaven and hell, boy, was one and the same"
We all meet somewhere in the middle
She told me, "Heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same"
I said, "It can't be true"

I wish I could touch you in some totally new fashion
Who are you girl, I'm a man
Now I can't guarantee your complete satisfaction
So I'm gonna do you the very best way I can

She said, "Heaven and hell is one and the same, boy"
She told me, "Heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same"
We all meet somewhere in the middle
She told me, "Heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same"
I said, "It can't be true"

Wish I could find some time to stop and smell the roses
My landlord won't let me be
My head is full of paranoia and neuroses
Tryin' to consume my identity

She said, "Heaven and hell is one and the same, boy"
She told me, "Heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same"
We all meet somewhere in the middle, yes we do
She told me, "Heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same"
I said, "It can't be true, it just can't be true"

Children grow and women produce
And men go work, and some go stealin'
Children grow and women produce
And men go work, and some go stealin'

Heaven and hell
(Children grow and women produce)
Here on earth
(And men go work and some go stealin')
Heaven and hell
(Children grow and women produce)
Here on earth
(And men go work and some go stealin')

Heaven and hell
(Children grow and women produce)
Here on earth
(And men go work and some go stealin')
Heaven and hell
(Children grow and women produce)
Here on earth
(And men go work and some go stealin')

Heaven and hell
(Children grow and women produce)
Here on earth
(And men go work and some go stealin')
Heaven and hell
(Children grow and women produce)
Here on earth
(And men go work and some go stealin')

Heaven and hell
(Children grow and women produce)
Here on earth
(And men go work and some go stealin')

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Half Of Him - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: Half Of Him
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): David Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
Why forbidden fruit
Always looks so sweet
Hanging down like devil's food
From highest branch on tree

Yes, woman should be satisfied
Be happy with her lot
But sometimes half of him
Seems better than the whole I've got
Yes, sometimes half of hell right here
Is better than a heaven forgot

Yeild not to temptation
Is only good advice
If true love happens just the once
And never ever twice

Yes, woman should be satisfied
Be happy with her lot
But sometimes half of him
Seems better than the whole I've got
Yes, sometimes half of hell right here
Seems better than a heaven forgot

We were happy with happily ever after
But only if the plot
Had bad guys we could boo and hiss
And good guys we could not

We probably feel that second best
Could actually be much worse
But you're kind of drawn to chocolate
When you've tasted wafer first
Yes, you're kind of drawn to chocolate
When you've tasted wafer first

Hunt me down like your other prey
Let your claws take hold
If what I've chosen's truly gray
Make tiger black and gold

Yes, woman should be satisfied
Be happy with her lot
But sometimes half of him
Seems better than the whole I've got
Yes, sometimes half of hell right here
Is better than a heaven forgot

We were happy with happily ever after
But only if the plot
Had bad guys we could boo and hiss
And good guys we could not

We probably feel that second best
Could actually be much worse
But you're kinda drawn to chocolate
When you've tasted wafer first
Yes, you're kinda drawn to chocolate
When you've tasted wafer first

'I can't get no satisfaction'
So sang all the guys
The biggest single breeding ground
For a girls, 'I will survive'

We'll be happy with happily ever after
But only when the song
Admits 'can't get no satisfaction'
Wasn't all our wrong

We probably feel that second best
Could actually be much worse
But you're kind of put off wafer
When you've tasted chocolate first
Yes, you're kinda put off wafer
When you've tasted chocolate first

Why forbidden fruit always looks so sweet?

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Hell Yes - Lyrics - Alkaline Trio

Title: Hell Yes
Artist: Alkaline Trio
Composer(s): Daniel Michael Andriano, Derek R Grant, Matthew Thomas Skiba

Lyric:
I gave up on you a long time ago
How can you blame me?
We made plans to meet and you never showed
You kept me waiting

They said everything would work out just fine
They said you'd help me
But as it turns out, it was all a lie
And they're off someplace far away laughing at me

You've been there for me one time in my life
But it didn't matter
You came and went so fast
All my hope and faith in you shattered

And now here I sit alone in this room
No one to confide in
You watched all my dreams come apart at the seams
You laughed, you left, you waited in hiding

Bless me dark father, I have sinned
I've done it before and I'll do it again
'Cause it keeps me warm and makes you smile
Been beneath me all the while, hell yes

You gave up on me a long time ago
I can't say I blame you
I rejected the faith in your holy rays
Is what it comes down to

They said everything would work out just fine
I just went crazy
But I'm better now having a good time
Being selfish and drunken, vulgar and lazy

Bless me dark father, I have sinned
I've done it before and I'll do it again
'Cause it keeps me warm and makes you smile
Been beneath me all the while

Bless me dark father, I can't win
Without you I'm as good as dead
'Cause you keep me warm and you make me smile
You've been on my shoulder all the while

Whispering sweet nothings
Whispering sweet nothings
Whispering sweet nothings
You've been whispering sweet nothings

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Rocket Reducer No. 62 (Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa) - Lyrics - Mc5

Title: Rocket Reducer No. 62 (Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa)
Artist: Mc5
Composer(s): Robert W. Derminer, Frederick D. Smith, Dennis Tomich, Wayne Kramer, Michael Davis

Lyric:
Rama lama fa fa fa

After some good tokes and a six pack
We can sock 'em out for you till you're flat on your back
You know I got to keep it up 'cause I'm a natural man
I'm a born hell raiser and I don't give a damn

I'm the man for you baby
Yes I am for you baby
Say I'm the man for you baby
Yes I am for you baby, I'm the man for you
Yes I'm a baby, I'm not here
'Cause I'm only there

Workin' here before your momma soakin' wet
You think you're satisfied you ain't seen nothing yet
I said "A wham bam thank you ma'am
I'm a born hell raiser and I don't give a damn"

I'm the man for you baby
Yes I am for you baby
Say I'm the man for you baby
Yes I am for you baby, I'm the man for you
Yes I'm a baby, I'm not here
'Cause I'm only there and I'm gonna think about

Rama lama fa fa fa
Rama lama fa fa fa
Rama lama fa fa fa

You can lay it down on me, baby, any old time
We can shimmy so good we'll both be stoned of mind
I got to keep it up 'cause I'm a natural man
I'm irresistibly bad and I kick out the jam

I'm the man for you baby
Yes I am for you baby
Say I'm the man for you baby
Yes I am for you baby, I'm the man for you
Yes I'm, I'm over there I'm not here
Yes I'm, I'm over there I'm not here
Yes I'm, yes I am

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Hell 4 A Hustler - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Hell 4 A Hustler
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Damon Thomas, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Get on yo' knees nigga
Get on yo' knees and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Thug livin', Hell or prison, never losin' my focus
I'm makin' money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Till the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh till I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not the life for me
Livin' carefree, till I'm buried and if they dare me

I'm bustin' on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
A man of military means in my artillery
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin' dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin' if this game'll last, feelin' ashamed
Of cocaine, the product of the Devil, am I sellin' my soul?
Got tired of small time livin', niggaz tellin' me no
I got mine, fuck them other suckers that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it Hell for us

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein' broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin' and jugglin' with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
What you thought? All for lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin' you soft niggaz is outta here
In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here

Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
Every jail I break, every mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin' charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho' I'm missin' dough I gotta gather mo'
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
Dyin' luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin' cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef till I burn
Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach 'em
Try to politic, before I smoke 'em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the mornin'

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Either Heaven or jail, it's still Hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild till they all die
This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die, outlaw
Yes, change my ways yes, the Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary only God can save us
Nuttin' but boss players Outlawz and thugs

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House Of Wolves - Lyrics - Live and Rare - My Chemical Romance

Title: House Of Wolves
Album: Live and Rare
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Iero, Raymond Toro, Gerrard Way, Michael Way

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Lyric:
Well, I know a thing about contrition
Because I got enough to spare
And I'll be granting your permission
'Cause you haven't got a prayer

Well I said hey, hallelujah
I'm gonna come, I'll sing the praise
And let the spirit come on through ya
We got innocence for days

Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell
Everybody burn the house right down

And say, ha
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel
Take this to my grave

Tell me I'm a bad man
Kick me like a stray
Tell me I'm an angel
Take this to my grave

(Yes I am, uh yes I am
Yes I am, uh yes I am
Yes I am, uh yes I am
Yes I am, uh yes I am)

You play ring around the ambulance
Well like you never gave a care
So get the choir boys around you
It's a compliment, I swear

And I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down
I wanna hear you sing the praise
I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down
We got innocence for days

Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell
Everybody burn the house right down

And say, ha
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel
Take this to my grave

Tell me I'm a bad man
Kick me like a stray
Tell me I'm an angel
Take this to my grave

You better run like the devil
'Cause they're never gonna leave you alone
You better hide up in the alley
'Cause they're never gonna find you a home

And as the blood runs down the walls
You see me creepin' up these halls
I've been a bad motherfucker
Tell your sister I'm another
Go! Go! Go!

And I said, say
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel
Take this to my grave

Tell me I'm a bad man
Kick me like a stray
Tell me I'm an angel
Take this to my grave

Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man
Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man
Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man
Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man

So get up
So get out
Yes I am, yes I am

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Supa Star - Lyrics - The Group Home

Title: Supa Star
Artist: The Group Home
Composer(s): Jamal Felder, James Heath, Chris Martin

Lyric:
Damn son, what the fuck is wrong with you man?
Shit shouldn't be happening out here man
Niggas don't be realizin' the shit man but yo tell 'em
What you be seein' out your window

Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday
Man, yo I be seeing sex money and drugs too
But yo tell 'em how duke said
The worlds about to end

Born in the ghetto it's hard to survive
Some have achieved and many brothers tried
But I realized which life to choose
I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues

But there's no rules and you only have one chance
If ya fuck up kid you face the circumstance
At night I use to scream and shout
Livin' in the ghetto trying to get the hell out

So I would try as I watch my friends die
But all I could do was sit back and cry
These are feelings I'm expressing through my rhymes
I been through hard times so many problems on my mind

I wasn't living rich and I also wasn't poor
I try to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah, superman supa star
Give me super fat doe like Pablo escobar
Super duper star

Feared by bandits hated by chicks
Loved by kids I never did a bid
Yes, the group home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak

Yo, I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car
After that keep it movin' have no time to be foolin'
Around town A&Rs you get down with the hype sound
The things I say will make a grown man dream

I speak sayings go by yourself, be by yourself
Let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth
I travel ghetto to ghetto back streets to street
Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind

Mom dukes use to tell me with these tears in her eyes
Now I'm out on my own survival with the dime
Like an African tribe little dap will blow your mind
Check it out like this

And then like that
Super star

So what the fuck y'all movin' on up, Melachi
Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this
Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this
Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this
So what the fuck y'all movin' on up
Yo check it, check it out like this here we go, Melachi

Walkin' the tunnels of hell the next level
It's the nutcracker givin' hell to the devil
Playin' the game the New York pain
Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain

'Cause nowadays I talk to a brother
Always love your mother 'cause you'll never get another
In the streets bustin' off shots fuck the cops
I got super small props

Big time doe, money is a thriller
I'm gettin' more iller than the zodiac killer
No lie but before I say bye
You can't take money with cha when you die
Super duper star

Yo, I got niggas flippin' they wig
Chicks grabbin' they cunts
As they rhyme they get doper and then they greet me with blunts
One times for your mind before I brake these streets

Ain't nothin' holdin' me back hip hop track
Yo son, you know the feelin' shit will get revealed
As the times will get better
And you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nights

As the stars shine bright
Motherfuckers moet and chicks they keep steppin'
Like Dom Perrion one day will live large
Word to allah and it don't seem hard

No more jealousy and envy
Curse is put upon me
Watch me live free at the clink
With my niggas you'll see
Raisin' to the top like a rocket shit yo I go far
Super star

So what the fuck y'all movin' on up, Melachi
Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this
Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this
Yes the group home is thick so all y'all punks hear this
So what the fuck y'all movin' on up
Yo check it, check it out like this here we go, Melachi

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