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Friday, August 13, 2010

I Miss My Lung - Lyrics - A Man's Not A Camel - Frenzal Rhomb

Title: I Miss My Lung
Album: A Man's Not A Camel
Artist: Frenzal Rhomb
Composer(s): Alexis Feltham, Gordon Forman, Jason Whalley, Lindsay Mcdougall

Lyric:
Another Sunday morning
Another boring day
Another lonely sunrise
Takes my breath away

I, I miss my lung
I, I miss my lung

I thought you'd never leave me
God, how I was wrong
A part of me is missing
It seems it's been so long

I, I miss my lung
After all the songs are sung
I miss my lung

I tried to forget you
And live with my regrets
I tried not to miss you
I recall your lovely breath

I miss my lung
As vital as the sun
I miss my lung

Worse than a broken heart
Worse than a poison tongue
Worse than an evil eye
Is my missing lung

I took you for granted
It's ended up in tears
I miss you more than showers
It's been about a year

I loved you like no other
Oh, how can I live on?
I hope that you can hear me
It's for you I wrote this song

I, I miss my lung
I, I miss my lung
After all the songs are sung
I miss my lung

I miss my lung

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Box Set - Lyrics - Gordon - Barenaked Ladies

Title: Box Set
Album: Gordon
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Steven Page

Lyric:
I never thought that you would love me the-the way that you do
I never felt that you would love me half as much as I do
You say you wanna know everything about me, well here you go
You say you couldn't live your life without me, I don't know
But if you want it girl, you've got it, it's all right here in my box set

I never thought that words like product could ever leave my lips
But something happened to me somewhere
That-that made me lose my grip
Well maybe it's a lack of inspiration that makes me stoop
Or maybe it's a lack of remuneration, I can't recoup
But if you want it folks, you got it it's all right here in my box set

Disc one
It's where we've begun, it's all of my greatest hits
And if you are a fan then you know that you've already got 'em

Disc two
It was all brand new
Al album's worth of songs
But all we had to leave the whole disc blank
'Cause some other label bought 'em

Disc three
Well this is really me in a grade school play
I had about a hundred thousand lines but of course I forgot 'em

I never thought there'd be days like this
There was always someone at my door
I never thought I would ever miss
And the crowd would always holler for more
But now it seems all the people want is what I used to be
And every time I try to do something new, all they want is 1973

I never thought I'd be regretful of all my past success
But some stupid number one hit single has got me in this mess
You can put it on every compilation, that's all right
You can hear it on the oldies radio station every night
And if you want it again, you got it, it's right here in my box set

Disc four
It never released before and you can tell why
It's just some demos I recorded in my basement

But disc five
I was barely alive, I was hacking up a lung
And so they had to use a special computer as my replacement

Disc six
A dance remix, so I can catch the latest trend
And it'll make you scratch your head and wonder where my taste went
Oh no, yeah, yeah, yeah

So now my fans are crying sellout
Well they say I've lost my touch
They say I should just get the hell out
But before I do too much
Well hear my songs in an ad for a bathroom cleanser
They say it's greed

And now I'm wondering where my friends are
In this time of need
But if you change your mind and buy it
I hope you enjoy my new box
I hope you enjoy my new box
I hope you enjoy my new box set

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

40 - Broccoli - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Broccoli
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Anthony Banks, Larry Blackmon, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Let's get sick wid it, baby
Sick wid it, baby, yeah
Let's get sick wid it, baby
Said, I'm gonna get so sick wid it, yeah
Said I'm gonna get high

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out

While I was bullshittin'
Bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her shoe
talin' 'bout, "Who the fuck you been doin' it to?
Comin' home always smellin' like tuna fish and brew"

I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin' face
I'ma slap you real tough-like
And I can almost rest assure you
That it ain't gon' be no pretty sight"

24-7 3 sixty fin
I pull out my dick and spell my name in my piss
Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin'
That there shit across the street? That ugly ass gremlin'

Buy some sticky, you got the pillow
Here go some Black 'n' Mild style, split it down the middle
What's that? That Oakland Crip? Nah it's that white widow
I was about to say cause they'd botha have your ass
Up in the hospital, check it out

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smell me on this one, check it out

Hit up for five and hold it for ten, I'm true lung
Let's see who got the most wind, get 'em sprung
Make 'em wanna come back and spend, Afghani bomb
From juice and Seagram's Gin

Fuck all of that Cristal-poppin', drinkin' Moet shit, I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla milk and Aftershock
Boom square wide country?, Wild Irish Rose
Smugglin' Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots

Drinkin' forty ounces was how I first got my figure
Then I graduated to straight malt liquor
So hah, let me take a swig of that Crown Royal
What you puttin' on that blunt huh? Hash oil

My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco
On some marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo
Wake yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo' ass up, why you asleep?
'Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin' my life nigga, shit

Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink

Seein' two's and three's
Highly intoxicated while I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Range Pimpin'
L-R P sophisticated wannabe's, stuck up H O E's
Disease-infested back-polluted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh

Give a damn, make that 2 8 9, think I had a V8
Highly carburetor, four-barrel engine scram
Get gas, go in sideways, figured up like a philly
Ready, get that motherfucker hop up away

Everybody got the munchies and they ain't tryin' ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, there go Emmitt Smith
Webulation Bust a U-ey folker, oh as I'm hoppin' out
Damn that's my beeper, I got dinner at the house

The rules and regulations of the game up in the yay
Just slap a bitch, silly if she gets off in my way
She's open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
Three or four different bitches, five or six different times a day

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out

Let's get sick wid it, baby
Let's get sick wid it, baby

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Just For You - Lyrics - Rah Digga

Title: Just For You
Artist: Rah Digga
Composer(s): Leroy Jones, Wayne Anthony Notise, Dominick Lamb, William Lewis, Roger Mcnair, Rashia Fisher

Lyric:
All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all
Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all

All my bitches y'all, all my bitches y'all
Flipmode y'all, Flipmode y'all
Hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all
Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all

Never judge a nigga like the cover of a book
Fuck around and get shot back of the foot
Nigga, fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook
Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp

Shot up my cops, Dirty Harry
You stickin' me is like niggas fuckin' the Virgin Mary
Shit we carry will have you found layin' down
Somewhere damp and muddy, split your tummy
Puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody

So now I leave your body to rot
Where bitches sell they pussy for rock
Cook they coke in steamin' water, boil in a pot
Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch
Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin' your pops?

You messin' wit a rhyme surgeon
Trade the GS for the excursion, heads is turnin'
Flipmode we still mergin'
Now we splurgin' in suburbans
Dirty Harriet rock the camouflage turbans

Said one for the money and two for mic check
And spit a million rhymin' words in 240 seconds
Get three to get your bitch neck and four to even the score
Graveyard shifter mister, y'all believe in the law

Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton
Suede ballet shoes steppin', do the best that I can can
Like Pointer sisters, who could join the wizard?
Talkin' outta place, I pick the knife up and cut the tongue
Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

Before all the plaques and the Source Aawards
Y'all niggas wanna dick ride, so jump aboard
It's a first class ass whippin', rampage, I ain't trippin'
Check all the magazine clippin's

Yo, I pluck pigeons, get brains in expeditions
Cause friction, every chick I stick my dick in
I'm not trustworthy, like midnight, I'm pickin'
Spliff keep it warm like wool caps to mittens

Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty
New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me
Holla mine, in these violent times crooks bear malice
White collar crime, Columbine, we clear classes

Burn a nigga into ashes, how I mash his ass like Cassius
Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic
Writin? half ass shit, splash kids
Poke ?em with the bassinet in the neck, graphic

Can't tell I'm from QB the way that I talk
Speakin' in tongue with six blocks callin' my dun
Bogie collapsed lung, big and small gats we brung
Bangin' your drums with hot shit and more to come

But then we manifest the truth
The niggas fight predictions from The Bible
Betrayal for niggas is suicidal
Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit
Dirty Harriet floodin' all through your district

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you, you, you, you
This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you, you, you, you

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Up In Here - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Up In Here
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
And all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight

There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, 'cause everytime
You come around, it's like what I just gotta get my dick sucked

And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin' to
But I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else
And we all thought you loved yourself

But that couldn't have been the issue or maybe
They just sayin' that, now 'cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you that's why you layin'
On your back, lookin' at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here

Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain
'Cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
To be fuckin' with me and you, you ain't strong enough

So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you think that you Superman
I got the kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors

You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours and everybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like so?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go

I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin' over puss
That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them
Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin' put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin' lest you tryin' to end up red
'Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead

'Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up north type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water

We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, everybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out

Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin'
You know who gon' find you? Who? Some old man fishin'
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here

Hold up, err
One, two, meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ry-Ders gon' meet me outside

Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ers gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-ies gon' meet me outside

Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside
Meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again

Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again

Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again

All my streets they bouncin' again bouncin'
Again, we're bouncin' again
Swizz, Swizz Beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin' again and we bouncin' again
Double R keep it comin', ain't nuttin' y'all, ain't nuttin' y'all can do, now

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Party Up - Lyrics - And Then There Was X - Dmx

Title: Party Up
Album: And Then There Was X
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before suck my dick
And all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight

There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, 'cause every time
You come around, it's like what, I just gotta get my dick sucked

And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin' to
But I'm not him, aight Slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else
And we all thought you loved yourself

But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin' that
Now 'cause they miss you, shit a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin' on your back, lookin' at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain
'Cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
To be fuckin' with me and you, you ain't strong enough

So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you thinkin' that you Superman
I got the kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors

You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and everybody know
Your old man say, "You're stupid", you be like, "So?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go"

I'm tired of weak ass niggaz, whinin' over puss
That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them
Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin', put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin' lest you tryin' to end up red
'Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead

'Cause youse a soft type nigga, fake up north type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter

The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, everybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin' his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out

Listen, your ass is about to be missin'
You know who gon' find you? Who? Some old man fishin'
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

Hold up! Err
One, two, meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ryders gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ballers, gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly ladies, gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street, street peoples meet me outside
Meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
Dark Man keep you bouncin' again

Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce, bouncin' again
All my streets they bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, we're bouncin' again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin' again
Bouncin' again and we bouncin' again
Double R keep it comin', ain't nothin' y'all
Ain't nothing y'all can do, now

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Friction - Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

Title: Friction
Artist: Inspectah Deck
Composer(s): Jason Hunter, Robert Jr. Diggs

Lyric:
Is you ready? Back by popular demand
Murderous specialist tactics
Wu-Tang Clan, no rehearsal or practice
Niggaz ain't ready for this, niggaz ain't ready for this
Niggaz ain't ready for this

Chrome dips beamin' off July sun rays
Trees are fade, blendin' with the side burn shades
Cotton club status, clientel, SL, heavy jewel
Niggaz jail, young niggaz screw well

Swingin' like Smokey on the slow beat
Shiny walker hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key
If you don't know by now, you'll never know me
You know me, I swing it to the young ins and the OG's

Witnessed by notary public, certified rough shit
Does it feel good, how was it?
Gritty like the subway tracks
My protocol permanate like graffiti on the project walls

On the AWOL, alias Jamal Duval
Roam through the universe, plans of roamin' it all
In the meantime, in between time, we shine
Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb

If you want some, get some, this is it, son, this one
Make 'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, miss none
Flip one, you better bring your big gun

Some niggaz I'd rather not spar minds with
They can't simulate my thoughts or fuck with
Creative testosterone, mic-phone calms
The menopausable hormone quakage
Trapped like estrogen, we makin', all of the above

Supremely I hold my shit, when I run, I hesitate to stomp the come
Bring water from the brain, nigga
They tried to send me back, but still I came
Tera form mind frame contains elements of iron which began steel

Healin' men life, Allah just brought me forth to bust mine
This time I spare no one, poison sword seed technique
Breathe the earth, take the head of those and feed 'em to the universe
Blessed with volts of electric, life threatnin' segments, it's hectic

If you want some, get some, this is it, son, this one
Make 'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, miss none
Flip one, you better bring your big gun

Poetry in motion, east to west coastin'
Overseas blowin' with lines tightly woven
Still goin' full speed, pullin' g's
Tryin' to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to feed

I excel, cast spells similar to Merlin
Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J. Erving
Splurg inner city like uncensored version
Mergin' with the fast lane, stained with the urban

Word in the street, his work was dirt teeth
Synthetically weak, make the fans start beef
Any comeback attempts would only be in repeats
They soon fall off, be mentally lost beyond reach

My technique's heat leaves a permanent crease
Plant my 2 feet, shootin' with the quick release
Never cease fire from a street called Desire
The sire, disturbin' the peace with c-ciphers

Who dare comes amongst and tries to peep it
The secret of the deadly art, then leak it
Snakes, leeches surround the righteous
I link the diversion shot, then slip with the swiftness

The weaver raindrop, leavin' the eye confused
Understandin' blurred, cloudy electrical storms occur
From the Masta, classical head bang slang

The deaf tone rises like the blind and dumb
Lickin' shots at the microphone, Iron Lung
We the first to set off shit, last to run
Who want some, come and get some, motherfucker

If you want some, get some, this is it, son, this one
Make 'em feel the friction
Guaranteed hit, son, miss none
Flip one, you better bring your big guns

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