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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

I'Ve Come For My Award - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: I'Ve Come For My Award
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
This is the awards for industry and free enterprise
So let me sit you down and tell you, how I won first prize
I took on your free enterprise and your pretty little shops
I walked in with empty bags and walked out with the lot

So I've come for my award, I've come for my award
I thought I'd come in person that's the least I can afford
Let hands be shook, champagne poured
Sentence ignored, yes, I've come for my award

This is the awards for industry and free enterprise
Anyone wants a gold watch in a ladies' size
There's a few more 'round the back, I stole them from your shop
We've got no more in silver, that's all that you'd got

So I've come for my award, I've come for my award
I thought I'd come in person that's the least I can afford
Let hands be shook, champagne poured
Sentence ignored, yes, I've come for my award

I chatted with your guards and winked at roving eye
A thousand hidden cameras were searching cross the sky
But they didn't see me pinch them from underneath their eyes

I've come for my award, I've come for my award
I thought I'd come in person that's the least I can afford
Let hands be shook, champagne poured
Sentence ignored, yes, I've come for my award

Jesus was my greatest accomplice
Jesus was my greatest accomplice
Jesus was my greatest accomplice
Yes, I've come for my award

Hairdryer, overcoat, telly, dot to dot
Video, compact disc, there's nothing we forgot
Whilst I was busy smiling my father got the lot
I've come for my award

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Unit - Smile - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Smile
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, E Wilson, S Wright, C Robertson, Leon Ware

Lyric:
Yea, this somethin special y'know, somethin' epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
'Cause a nigga thuggin' don't mean he don't
Wanna see you smile baby

Woo, I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

I'm gettin' the feelin' you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch, ahan
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic but the hearts in tact
So everytime we separate, somebody's marchin' back
You're amazin' in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black
God bless whoever gave you all of that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down

Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin' down
Let the thought of me be
Be the reason you smile
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
Be the reason you smile
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
Be the reason you smile
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be
Be the reason you smile

The main reason I been lookin' at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo, the evenin's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, 'cause I see niggas
When you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section eight princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
'Cause it's hard to communicate
'Cause she don't speak no ingles
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin' in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour flat, really don't matter, she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile
(And)

Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin' down
Let the thought of me be
Be the reason you smile
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
Be the reason you smile
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
Be the reason you smile
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be
Be the reason you smile

Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin' down
Let the thought of me be
Be the reason you smile
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
Be the reason you smile
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
Be the reason you smile
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be
Be the reason you smile

I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Smile - Lyrics - Curtis - 50 Cent

Title: Smile
Album: Curtis
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, E Wilson, S Wright, C Robertson, Leon Ware

Lyric:
Yeah, this somethin' special y'know, somethin' epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
'Cause a nigga thuggin' don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile baby

I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

I'm gettin' the feelin', you wanna take revenge
From the conversations, we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz

It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact

So every time we separate, somebody's marchin' back
You're amazing in the sack, eyes slanted like you're Asian
But you're black, God bless whoever gave you alla that
If you seen her from the back, you'd understand why dis feel like that

And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin', she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes up and down

Whenever I'm not around and you feelin' down
Let the thought of me be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)

Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)

The main reason I been lookin' at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tiptoed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual

Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, 'cause I see niggaz
When you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left

Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
'Cause it's hard to communicate
'Cause she don't speak-a no English

I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin' in your bathroom
Got you laughin' in your shower cap
Let's get it on

'Cause I'm leavin' in a hour, fly-through
Don't matter she's mad, even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile

Whenever I'm not around and you feelin' down
Let the thought of me be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)

Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)

Whenever I'm not around and you feelin' down
Let the thought of me be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)

Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)

I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Second Round K.O. - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Second Round K.O.
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Jerry Wonder, Wyclef Jean, Germaine Williams

Lyric:
Yo Canibus man, whassup man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man - you were boomin
But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggaz, youknowmean?
Talkin foul bout you the other night
On the corner of the boulevard man - I wasn't with that
But I ain't know you well enough to defend you though right?
But you seem like you got true game
But peep game man, they've been playin me all my life man
You know I won the title a couple of times, did right, youknowmean?
But they can't hurt us man, we gon' do it
Get up in this ring man put on these gloves
Let me show how to handle yourself man
You don't got nobody out there with you
I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head man
Come on to me man, but when you come man you gotta come for blood man
Come up to me man, come on bust that nigga whole man
Niggaz talkin that shit about you
Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
Eat eat eat eat MC's, for lunch, breakfast
Hey man they been playin me all my life man
You know I won the title a couple of times did right
No but they can't hurt us man
We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves
Let me show you how to handle this yourself man

So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do
So when you say that you +Platinum+, you only droppin +Clue's+
I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
Researched your footnotes, bout how you used to sniff coke
Frontin like a drug-free role model, you disgust me
I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around showin off your body cause it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills
Mad at me cause I kick that shit real niggaz feel
While 99% of your fans wear high heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy
You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off
You betta be prepard to finish what you start, nigga

Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right there
(Yo, get off me man)
We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks
(Yo, yo get the fuck off me man)
If I see one more of those, you're outta here brotha
(Yo get out my way man, yo he started this shit)
You understand? (Fuck you!)
You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!)
Stop bein a bitch (Get the fuck off me man!)
We came to see a fight

Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man
You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man
We're warriors man, when we go into battle
We come out, or don't come out at all

Yo
You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse
That shit was the worsepauserhyme I ever heard in my life
Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th
God bless his soul rest in peace kid
It's because of him now at least I know +What Beef+ is
It's not what I would call this (nah) see this is somethin different
A faggot nigga tryin ta make a livin offa dissin
Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him
But he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him
Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me
And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, I'll let you kick em all
I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaudcheers
Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
Trained to run 20 miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
From a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack shittit
And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it
Fuck that, cause like Common and Cube I see +The Bitch In Yoo+
And I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker

Ladies and gentelman, we have a new lyrical weight champion
By second round knock out, 3 minutes and 40 seconds Can-i-bus

Yo Canibus man, you movin like Mike Tyson Jr. man
You in and out and you're agile with you flow man
But dig right, you got you gotta eat man, that's your name Canibus
Your whole agenda is to eat these niggaz man
They have no business to be in the same stage with you
Holdin the mic with you
But dig right
But dig right
But dig right
But dig right
Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
Eat eat eat eat MC's for lunch, breakfast, dinner
That's your agenda baby
Your your agenda to to consume them
Their whole existance, they can't exist in your presence
The Canibus is here to rule forever
Mike Tyson, on the death

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Unit - Footprints - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Footprints
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Domenick Lamb, David Brown

Lyric:
Walk with me, ay if you hear me out there
Walk with me, I get down on my knees every night and say
Walk with me, yeah
Walk with me, I'm goin' to war, I'm goin' to war

You never know when death's comin', all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin', old ladies get off the block
When the poppin' the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked

Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it, but they know it's me
Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set

Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that

But I'ma just step back, and focus on buck
Tired of ridin' in yours, I'm 'bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, "Get rich or die tryin'"
It's G Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin' niggaz

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God, don't walk with me, He carry me man

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

You don't know what I've been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot
Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped
I murder you all talk like a clip without a glock

When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin' wit'
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Visa
Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza

She's scratched my beema, but I ain't seen her
When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean her
We be playin' in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cashville Tennekey bitches and New York City hoes

They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show
I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze, as long as the check come
Then fuck the award shows, you know me nigga

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

Half of these kids never read the Bibles
But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you

My momma stay in the projects and I been havin' money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it
Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood
So I hollered lettin' 'em know where I come from

Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin' artists
Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin' out the cartridge

I come to get it poppin', pray to God the news watchin'
So when they see 'em snitch, niggaz'll know who got 'em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, He carry me man

I know you prayin' I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
Fifty told you niggaz, young buck showed you niggaz
Banks, free yayo
And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
I'm here now

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Z - Feelin' You In Stereo - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Feelin' You In Stereo
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): R Kelly, S Carter

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Lyric:
Everything ain't hardcore you know
I can't sing but my man
I'ma let my man smooth that thang out for you
You know, take the edge off, you know what I'm sayin'?

All my sexy ladies, throw ya hand's up high
And all my real playas, throw ya hand's up high
And just keep on bouncin' while I take you on a ride

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

I'm in the studio thinkin' about my next hit song
Tryin' to come up with a melody that will turn you on
On the MPC3000 tryin' to come up with beats
That'll make you come on over here and lay down here with me

I'm searchin' for that special mind blowin' melody
And it's gotta be sexy so I'll think it through carefully
It's like I'm tryin' to tune it, to ya station, babe
Try to get you to play, this record, babe
Every time I hear this track girl I think about me and you
In the Maybach doin' what we do

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

Um, now I know a few friends of mine that has made love to this record
So when you're in the mood call the station request this record
She walks in the room, says "Ly, I can't breathe"
As I try to catch my breath and proceed

Lookin' at yo' sexy smile while I put my vocals down
Girl, you have made this song a hit in each and every town
You a sexy melody with a touch of freakin' harmony
Such a perfect chemistry girl we deserve a Grammy
Or Soul Train, Billboard, MTV or BET Award
Rollin' like we on a tour

Ooh, the way you put it down, girl, I can't take it
Sex was so good, girl, we've got to do the remix
'Cause girl you a mix master
When it comes to pumpin', you a ghetto blaster
It's such a hit that I gotta bootleg it, yeah

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

A melody is the chemistry, the way we click
It's like four part harmony and all that shit
Your waistline is the bass line, I ride that shit
Strung off your treble and I'm high as shit

We made love in the studio
When we got together over and over again like a loop
Damn I'm missin' you, it's hard to listen to
All these different dudes, huggin' and kissin' you, fuck!

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

Yeah, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Aw yeah, aw yeah, yeah

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Matthias Replaces Judas - Lyrics - No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical - Showbread

Title: Matthias Replaces Judas
Album: No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical
Artist: Showbread
Composer(s): John David Giddens, Michael Ernest Jensen, Matthew H Davis, Ivory Laconta Mobley, Marvin Edward Reilly, Joshua Stephen Porter, Patrick Ryan Porter

Lyric:
It is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit
The sun has scorched the rising plans, alas they have no root
The bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips
Dance through the air with laughter as I wield this wicked whip

As you did warn me carpenter, this world has weakened my heart
So easily I disparage, self-seeking the work of my art
And there you have come to me, at the moment I bathe in my sorrow
So in love with myself, sought after avoiding tomorrow

Where do you find the love to offer he who betrays you?
And offer to wash my feet as I offer to disobey you
Your beauty does bereave me, and how my words do fail
So faithfully and dutifully I award you with betrayal

The weak and the down trodden fall on broken legs
As I walk past a smile I cast, fervor in my stead
But my bones like plastic, do buckle backward now
I lay in this field by Judas', anticipate the plow

I cannot be forgiven, my wages will be paid
For those more lovely and admirable is least among the saved
And where would I fit, Jesus? What place is left for me?
The price of atonement is more than I've found to offer up as my plea

Jesus, my heart is all I have to give to you, so weak and so unworthy
This simply will not do, no alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough
For your body that was broken, how can this be enough?
By me you were abandoned, by me you were betrayed

Yet in your arms and in your heart forever I have stayed
Your glory illuminates my life, and no darkness will descend
For you have lived forever and your love will never end

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Tarantula - Lyrics - Tarantula - Mystikal

Title: Tarantula
Album: Tarantula
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Scott S Storch, Michael L Tyler, Danny E Means

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Lyric:
Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots
High debut beating boy band groups
Nigga let me know what the fuck y'all want do
Either keep up or you can't, can't

Met 'em through a barbeque, cracker through yo' thang, thang
I ain't come here for no dumb shit
You think you one of the hardest nigga, lyrics of the drum kick
When it's finished over and done with

I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off of some bitch
I ain't no speedy when you say I beat it too much
I ain't gone eat it, you ready go drown me and I pound it enough
See me losin' fuck the big butt women

Woman walkin' funny pussy up in her stomach
Sittin' in the front 'cause TV's runnin'
Peanut-butter leather seat, with big truck on it
I must've kidnapped the nigga man-huntin'
'Cause I heard 'em hollain' hold on baby I'm comin'

Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to

Man I'm the only mother-fuckin' black prince of the south
So ba-ba-balubop, bitch watch out
I make yo' momma sake a tell feather
Don't tell yo' daddy that I'm here, 'cause you know I make him feel great

Gone get yo' sex, you just turn me on
While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song
I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off
Before you knows [Incomprehensible] 1:40

I give it to him and this bitch can't handle
Or ugly jealous mother-fucker this shit jammin'
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of 8th street kicks Indiana

No callin' me big bucks no wammies
This year I'm screamin' jive records big truck goddamn it
Heads up high enough so you can move
Rank CEO slash rapper, slash fool

Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to

I'm fixin' to blow up like the jar of [Incomprehensible] 2:21
Ever the vesent [Incomprehensible] 2:24 come get me
Grammy nominated, especially
The soul train award winner, call me black elvis Presly

You probably [Incomprehensible] 2:30 but you see me on
Either 106 and Park, Queen Latifah, Chris rock, or Jenny Jones
Knock down buildin's, chop down trees
I kick so fuckin' hard they say, "You Japanese"

I'm up in the minute because of what I invent
Look at your over there with your seatbelt
Like I'm [Incomprehensible] 2:44
A.K.A the tarantula, hot rhymes comin' from a cannista'

They keepin' my fan for somethin' to brag on
These people in here ain't leavin' 'til I finish my fuckin' last song
Bitch walk like a balberin', tall dark and cut
Now keep your fuckin' hoes down

Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to

Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to

South and west come together
However, we plan doing this shit quite clever
My nigga mystikal, it's ya boy butch cass'
And we put a foot off in they ass let's have a blast

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Piazza, New York Catcher - Lyrics - Dear Catastrophe Waitress - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Piazza, New York Catcher
Album: Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard Colburn, Chris Geddes, Sarah Martin, Stevie Jackson, Robert Kildea, Stuart Murdoch

Lyric:
Elope with me Miss Private and we?ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we?ll set something ablaze
A trail for the Devil to erase

San Francisco?s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we?ve got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell about
The saddest book you ever had to read always makes you cry
The statue?s crying too and well he may

I love you I?ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you, my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd
?You?ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job?
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private and we?ll drink ourselves awake
We?ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We?ll comment on the decor and we?ll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we?ll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for 318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he?s praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn?t come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the song we love until this day
You?d settle for an epitaph like 'Walk Away, Renee'
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

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