Bamboo Banga - Lyrics - Kala - M.I.A.

Title: Bamboo Banga
Album: Kala
Artist: M.I.A.
Composer(s): Jonathan Richman, Maya Arulpragasam, Dave Taylor

Lyric:
Roadrunner, roadrunner, going 100 mph
Roadrunner, roadrunner going 100 mph
With your radio on, with your radio on
Roadrunner, roadrunner, going 100 mph
With your radio on, with your radio on

Somalia, Angola, Ghana, Ghana, Ghana
India, Sri Lanka, Burma, Bamboo Banga
It's a Bamboo Banga, I said Bamboo Banga
It's a Bamboo Banga, I said Bamboo Banga

And we hitting our rackets like a tennis player
And the drummers do the shit like the macarena

This a jungle banger, a cold jammer
I said jungle banga, I said cold jammer
This a jungle banga, I said cold jammer

I'm bored of banana want gwanabana
I gon' warm my buns this summer summer sumer sumer
Now I'm sitting down chillin' on gun powder
Strike match light fire, who's that girl called Maya

M.I.A. coming back with power power
M.I.A. coming back with power power
I said M.I.A. is coming back with power, power
M.I.A. coming back with power power

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

I'm knocking on the doors of ya hummer, hummer
Yeah I'm knocking on the doors of ya hummer, hummer
Yeah I'm knocking on the doors of ya hummer, hummer
Yeah I'm knocking on the doors of ya hummer, hummer

Yeah, we hungry like the wolves huntin' dinner, dinner
And we moving with the packs like hyena, yena
Barbarella looks like she my dead ringer
When I'm dogging on the bonner of ya red Honda
I'm a road runner, a world runner
I'm a road runner, a world runner

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

M.I.A. coming back with power power
M.I.A. coming back with power power
M.I.A. coming back with power power
M.I.A. coming back with power power

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga
I'm big timer, it's a Bamboo Banga
Bamboo Banga

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I'M A Roadrunner - Lyrics - Jr. Walker & The All Stars Ultimate Collection - Junior Walker And The All Stars

Title: I'M A Roadrunner
Album: Jr. Walker & The All Stars Ultimate Collection
Artist: Junior Walker And The All Stars
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland

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Lyric:
Money, who needs it
Let me live my life free and easy
Put my toothbrush in my hand
And let me be a traveling man
Cause I'm a road runner, baby

I'm a road runner, baby
Can't stay in one place too long
I'm a road runner baby
You might look at me and I'll be gone

You can love me if you wanna
But I do declare
When I get restless
I got to move somewhere

I'm a road runner baby
Any where's my home and love the life I live
And I'm gonna live the life I love
Road runner, baby

Don't want no woman to tie me down
Got to be free, baby to roam around
All my life I've been like this
If you love me it's your own risk
When the dust hit my shoe I got the urge to move

Says I'm a road runner baby
Got to keep on keeping on ,hey
And I live the life I love
And I'm gonna love the life I live
Says, I'm a road runner, baby

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Here Comes Kane, Scoob &Amp; Scrap - Lyrics - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Here Comes Kane, Scoob &Amp; Scrap
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Color Me Badd Antonio Hardy, Osten Harvey, Ernest Kelley, Hamza Lee

Lyric:
Surprise, guess who's on the rise?
And competition, I'm takin', and breakin' 'em down to size
I operate around the clock like city bus
Never take five 'cause yo when you rest, you rust

Be advised, that I pack heat for beef
I'm knockin' brothers out the box, and knockin' out teeth
Twenty-one years young and I got the knack
(You got it!)
To attack and scoop girls like a set of jacks

Ruff rhymes that rag any rap herb
Built by the best to bust swerves like a sharp curve
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack track

Twice as nice, but smooth as silk
Somebody writin' for Scrap, is like givin' a cow milk
I release to make it hard for the fellas to cease
'Cause I'm the type to make noise, I don't make peace

Here's a new jack, ready to swing
And bring the hype type of freestyle rhyme for the crowd to sing
Some say there's a party but it looks like a job to Scrap
I catch bodies with a nickel-plated rough rap

Me and [unverified], we run together through the city
The nitty gritty, always together like titties
By any chance that I do get burnt
You better believe that I'm comin' back, just like a tax return

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go

Move over to the side, let a slim brother wreck it
It's that Scoob Lover kid, so pull up a chair and check it
When I get wild like Heathcliff, or Dennis the Menace
It's like food to a fat man, finished

I bust your head like a apple
(A apple)
And pour the blood in a jar, tell your moms that it's Snapple
And wait around my way for your crew, who's next
'Cause I be lookin' out my window with a nine like Malcolm X

There's no comp, they all got stomped so
Dream on, dream away, well okay
And play like Shante and Have a Nice Day
I drop rhymes that go boom
(Boom)

And I can get funky like a high school locker room
Don't even think that I'm country country bamma
Scoob is hittin' harder than a heavy heavy sledgehammer

I rock songs to make your grandmother dance
My rhymes are more together than a girl in biker pants
I'm never backed up, I never once had a fronter
Boy I get more beeps than a roadrunner

I never sweat the girls when it comes to a phone call
I got things sewn up tighter than a football
So skip to my loo or get stomped by my crew
Brooklyn's in the house and ain't a damn thing new

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go

Here comes the Prince of Darkness ready to spark this
And show the people just who is the hardest
Ruff and rugged, kind of similar to a nugget
But yet and still, I manage to keep the groove, smoove

Rebel for wreck them rappers I dissect them
'Cause anything I say on the mic will affect them
(How?)
So bad, they gotta run for shelter
So rappers take flight like they work for Delta

They know I ain't havin' it, styles with no crab in it
Fakin' and flakin' it child, you're sadly mistakin'
'Cause who's a rapper here that Kane rip on the mic
And start flowin', yo yo yo, where you goin'?

That's how they flee from me, the B, the I-G
Damn man, you know my pedigree, huh
The gangsta, murdera, killa to ya
For sure endure to injure him or her

The breaker the taker money-maker never a faker
My lyrics are built like Schwarzenegger
So all my competition gets destroyed
You need to put your weak rhymes on steroid

For you to ever to press up on the mightiest man
to rip a show and flow, provin' that competition can't go
Because I do all, it's easy for you to fall
I move all rappers like my name was U-Haul

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
And Mister Cee

Well it's the Kane
Bring me on, and ah
Scoob Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Scrap Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap Scrap Scrap

Well it's the Kane
Bring me on, and ah
Scoob Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Scrap Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap and Mister Cee

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I Get No Sleep - Lyrics - Richard Marx

Title: I Get No Sleep
Artist: Richard Marx
Composer(s): Richard Marx

Lyric:
Got a house full of fortune and they pay me in gold
For something I'd do for free
But there's still something missing that a man can't hold

It's like a weight over me, so scared the thrill will be gone
But I'm the one who keeps the pressure on, all I've got is all I need
But I get no sleep and I'm tired to the bone
I know I'm not alone

Well, I'm sick of walking 'round with blood in my eyes
Just keeping up with this town
I'm a roadrunner racing, but I don't see the signs
I've got to learn to slow down

My life makes it hard to complain
But there's time I'd take my school days back again
Four o'clock and I'm still counting sheep
Love to change the system but I'm in too deep

I keep the pressure far away as I can
But it still comes back again

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Cha Cha Cha - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Cha Cha Cha
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Freddie Byrd

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Lyric:
Kick this one here for me and my DJ

You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras
I'm the dopiest female that you've heard thus far
And I do get better, the voice gets wetter
Nobody gets hurt as long as you let her

Do my thing with an '89 swing
The dopeness I write, I guarantee delight
To the hip-hop maniac, the uptown brainiac
In full effect, MC Lyte is back

And better than before as if that was possible
My competition, you'll find them in the hospital
Visiting time, I think it's on a Sunday
But notice they only get one day to shine

The rest of the week is mine
And I'll blind you with the science that the others have yet to find
So come along and I'll lead you the right way
Just clap your hands to the words I say, come on

Kick this one here for me and my DJ

I've got the power to spread out and devour
At the same time I'll eat you up with a rhyme
But I'll let you slide, 'cuz you accidently hopped on the wrong side
Now come on, that's suicide

Hypothetically speaking
Okay, let's say you didn't know what you were doing
You're new in town, and you're looking around
For another name to ruin, and it's me that you're pursuing?

Well, well, well, I'll be damned
I might as well tell you who I am
I am the capital L Y T E
And it's shocking I'm the one you're mocking

Oh yes, I've been watching, you watching me
And like the fat on your back it's plain to see
That you're a wannabe, but you can't be what you're not
So you better start living with what you got

Kick this one here for me and my DJ

Yeah, DJ K-Rock when you hear a scratch
Now it's time to kick a rhyme out the batch
And you're the receiver eager as a beaver
Time to convert the non-believer

That I'm a roadrunner leaving you in the dust
I can adjust to the times and at times I might just get quicker
Than the ticker of your pacemaker
More tender than a roni but harder than a jawbreaker

So don't ever second guess me
And if you're wondering who could the best be
Think a second and recollect the worst whipping
You ever had yet and I'll bet that I did it

My fingerprints are still on you
How many times I gotta warn you
About the light? It'll blind your sight
But the rhythm will still guide you through the night

Kick this tip, kick this tip
Kick this one here for me and my DJ

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Coyote - Lyrics - Mark Knopfler

Title: Coyote
Artist: Mark Knopfler
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

Lyric:
Look at me coyote
Don't let a little road dust put you off
You can't judge a book
Well you know that stuff
There's a tear in my upholstery
And a hole in my shoe

But don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do

You can't catch me coyote
Though there may be blood on the tracks
There may be some bridges burnin'
Behind our backs
But I got my laundry on the backseat
And an itinerary too

And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do

Now I'm a speck on your horizon
Gettin' smaller fast
An ambush wouldn't be surprisin'
I hope it's better than your last

Once again the roadrunner
Leaves the coyote in the dirt
You've got another plan of action
But we all know it ain't never gonna work
It must be hard having dog dreams
That never come true

And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do

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Tired 'N Lonely - Lyrics - Roadrunner United

Title: Tired 'N Lonely
Artist: Roadrunner United
Composer(s): Nathan J Jordison, Keith Caputo

Lyric:
Just what in the world has come over you
Is it some kind of game you're playin' with me

Fed up, tired and lonely
Gonna run away and hide
Was riding, tryin' to get to heaven
Was riding down the road feeling bad
Left me standing in the doorway cryin'
'Til my eyes begin to bleed

Just what in the world has come over you
Shall I hold you close or let you go by
Just what in the hell has come over you
Is it some kind of game you're playin' with me

Blind, tired, blind

You left your feelings out there hanging
Just don't know what I'm gonna do
It's just a game, it's the same old story
This kind of love, could you ever be true
You left me standing in the doorway cryin'
I'd give anything to be with you

Just what in the world has come over you
Shall I hold you close or let you go by
Just what in the hell has come over you
Is it some kind of game you're playin'

Just standing in the doorway cryin'
Gonna run away and hide
Got no place left to turn
Is the love in your heart turning

You left me standing in the doorway cryin'

Just what in the world has come over you
Shall I hold you close or let you go by
Just what in the hell has come over you
Is it some kind of game you're playin' with me

Just what in the world has come over you
Shall I hold you close or let you go by
Just what in the hell has come over you
Is it some kind of game you're playin' with me

Blind, tired, blind, tired
Blind, tired, blind

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Roads - Lyrics - Roadrunner United

Title: Roads
Artist: Roadrunner United
Composer(s): Mikael Akerfeldt, Josh Silver

Lyric:
The voice of loss is sighing through the rain
And as I turn around nothing's to be found
For hours now upon this endless road
Is it taking me where I long to be?

Alone
Alone

A soaring hope is reeling in my head
I can?t remember this but it must be what I miss
Suddenly I find I?m standing still
Staring at the ground, waiting for your sound

Again
Again

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