Tomorrow People - Lyrics - Cyberpank - Billy Idol

Title: Tomorrow People
Album: Cyberpank
Artist: Billy Idol
Composer(s): Billy Idol, Mark Younger-Smith, Robin Hancock

Lyric:
A time warp scene, a sci-fi story
A dirt colored love, you hope for glory
I like to fight, I kill global oppression
If I quit, no hope of redemption

Blue eyes crying in the rain
For how long, tomorrow people
I laugh tomorrow gone for how long
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people

Well, you know I' free on arrival
Left behind my babe, by guilt of survival
I don't know where I'm runnin' to
I lost my love, lost my hold, I lost my heaven too

Blue eyes crying in the rain
For how long, tomorrow people
I laugh tomorrow gone, for how long
For how long, tomorrow people

Blue eyes crying in the rain
For how long, tomorrow people, yeah
I laugh tomorrow gone for how long
Soon come tomorrow people
Tomorrow people, yeah come on, loud

Now my life is truly misspent
I said I'm here to tell you
To tell you that I won't repent
World war three, death, pain
It's fate and let's do it again

Tomorrow man
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow man
Tomorrow people

A time warp scene
A sci-fi story
(Tomorrow people)
A dirt colored sky
New hope for glory
(Tomorrow man)

I like to fight
I kill global oppression
(Tomorrow people)
When I quit, new hope for redemption

Blue eyes crying in the rain
Tomorrow people
I laugh tomorrow gone
Tomorrow people

Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people

Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people

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Kill Tomorrow - Lyrics - XIII - Mushroomhead

Title: Kill Tomorrow
Album: XIII
Artist: Mushroomhead
Composer(s): Samuel Sigswort

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Lyric:
Want to
We can if we want to
Lead you from behind you

Time will takes its toll re-evaluate
The leeches and the lepers start to salivate
Truth is impaired cannot moderate
Tension escalates you cannot tolerate
Make you want to fly

Blind is the ambition that will navigate
Default by design the virus infiltrates
Corrupted and coerced the silence penetrates
Echoing the void now disintegrate

If you feel sometimes we're falling like we're falling away
I would not blame you while you flow through my veins
Well we pay the price we pay kill tomorrow yesterday

Want to
We can if we want to
Lead you from behind you

Leave it all behind it's time to walk away
A predator has a tendency to stalk their prey
With the dawning of the sun awakes another day
Desire that's required to play another game
Make you want to fly

Blame will point its finger shed some light on fault
Around these memories we will build our wall
Install instant karma start restoring all
Focus on the rise and ignore the fall

If you feel sometimes we're falling like we're falling away
I would not blame you while you flow through my veins
Well we pay the price we pay kill tomorrow yesterday

Want to
We can if we want to
Lead you from behind you
Make you want to fly

Time will takes its toll re-evaluate
The leeches and the lepers start to salivate
Truth is impaired cannot moderate
Tension escalates you cannot tolerate

Blind is the ambition that will navigate
Default by design the virus infiltrates
Corrupted and coerced the silence penetrates
Echoing the void now disintegrate

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Livin' On Borrowed Time - Lyrics - Famous - Puddle Of Mudd

Title: Livin' On Borrowed Time
Album: Famous
Artist: Puddle Of Mudd
Composer(s): Wes Scantlin

Lyric:
I smell the bullshit
I?m getting sick of it

Livin? on borrowed time so I'll die tomorrow, yeah
Livin? in yellow skin so I shed and borrow

Okay, okay, okay, I fuckin' get it
Okay, okay, okay, I'm gonna kill it
No way, no way, no way you're gonna stop me
Okay, okay, okay

Waiting on a revolution that I can follow, yeah
Feeding on an open wound kills the pain but I like it
I'm looking for a new solution that I can swallow
Livin? on borrowed time, I'll die tomorrow

Who cares if you die

Okay, okay, okay, I fuckin' get it
Okay, okay, okay, I'm gonna kill it
No way, no way, no way you're gonna stop me
Okay, okay, okay

Get out of my face, out of my face with that shit
It gets you no where your life becomes a hit to a hit
Get out of my face out of my face with that shit
It's getting deep

You're gonna die tomorrow

Okay, okay, okay, I fuckin' get it
Okay, okay, okay, I'm gonna kill it
No way, no way, no way you're gonna stop me
Okay, okay, okay

Who cares if you die, you're gonna die tomorrow
Who cares if you die, you're gonna die tomorrow
Who cares if you die tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

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911 For Peace - Lyrics - A Benefit for Victims of Violent Crime - Anti Flag

Title: 911 For Peace
Album: A Benefit for Victims of Violent Crime
Artist: Anti Flag
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
It's in the paper every day
I see it in the headlines and I feel so sick, yeah
As another life leaves this world, this world
So full of hate but short

Short on compassion
Short on humanity
Asking myself in vain, shaken by the shock
"Do we even have a chance?"

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

This is a plea for peace, world peace
To the oppressors of the world and to
To the leaders of nations, corporate profit takers
To the everyday citizen

Greed, envy, fear, hate, the competition has to stop
When you see someone down
Now's the time to pick them up
Set your differences aside, never look back, no

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

Isn't everybody tired of the fighting? Hey, hey
Isn't everybody tired of the killing? Hey, hey
Isn't everybody tired of the dying? Hey, hey
Isn't everybody tired of the hatred? Hey, hey
Violence hey hey, fighting hey
Killing hey, dying hey

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow
I still have a dream, we will be able to speed up that day
When all of God's children, black men and white men
Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics
Will be able to join hands and sing "Free at last, free at last
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last"

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

We are all human
Let's start to prove it
We are all human

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Tomorrow - Lyrics - Jimmy Somerville

Title: Tomorrow
Artist: Jimmy Somerville
Composer(s): Richard Coles, Jimmy Somerville

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Lyric:
Like the knife of a thief
That's held close to the throat
I'm threatened by you
And the cruel way you gloat

You once turned me on, now all it seems so remote
You broke me in pieces, you cherished each blow
The harder you hit me, the stronger I grow
I'll leave you tomorrow, take my pride and I'll go

You may break the skin but you can't kill the soul
I've had all I can take
I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm leaving tomorrow
I'm leaving, I've had all I can take

Don't tell me you love me
Your tears are too late
Your trap was deception
And I took the bait

The animal in you, you can't keep at bay
I'm not your possession to treat as you wish
Your silence will slowly destroy you each day
I'm leaving tomorrow, my love for life is great

You may break the skin but you can't kill the soul
I've had all I can take, I've had all I can take
I've had all I can take, I've had all I can take
I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm leaving tomorrow
I'm leaving, yes I'm leaving

You broke me in pieces, you cherished each blow
The harder you hit me, the stronger I grow
I'll leave you tomorrow, take my pride and I'll go
I'm leaving tomorrow

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Quiet Niggas - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Quiet Niggas
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Damon Blackmon, Mike Epps, Eugene Gray, Nasir Jones, Jabari Jones

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Lyric:
Where my real niggas at
There's a lot of real niggas out there
There's a lot of real niggas everywhere
That's why you don't fuck with just anybody
A lot of niggas is just on the low, chillin'
Not botherin' nobody
Until one motha fucka fuck with 'em
And then all Hell break loose

Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the one's who get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga

Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the one's who get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga

Well known gangstas, in trust
That we bust
Your heart and soul lies with us, let's see
Boldly go where we once took a nigga before
Now the motha fucka beggin' for more
It's the reason
Standin' here shakin', hatin the haters
They watchin' my paper

Realize, a 4 5 will open his eyes
Now what the fuck you think he saw before he drop
Nigga standin' there just like a cop
Braveheart I'm screamin' up the block
Now the soldier, cadet, general in fact
Don't let me get up and show yawl motha fucka's respect
Plans connect
The twinkle and diamonds upon my neck

More jazz than Hornecek
I blast and leave your corner wet
Straight on top of ya
Spittin' like the trench coat mafia
In a school yard we make it hard
Was poppin' yawl
We made our change was stoppin' yawl
They spray your names rest in peace on the [Incomprehensible] wall

Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the one's who get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga

Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the one's who get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga

I wave gang signs at the youth, that's down for the cause
Cling them things in the [Incomprehensible] you betta get yours
Time is runnin' out, your streets is gettin' smaller as we speak
Juliani turns these lights on so niggas can't creep
I miss the shit of days we did this, please free John Gotti
They kept the black man eatin', not killin' everybody
Drug wars is real, you have no friends in the outfield
Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles

There's no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9
Can't die a broke man with a bitch that's fine
My hearts full of braveness so who the fuck will want to save this
Fallen angel from fallen star and chaos on this nation
Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin'
You can find us in the hood; thuggin' and regulatin'
Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin'
You can find us in the hood; thuggin' and regulatin'

Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the one's who get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga

Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the one's who get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga

We here to eat food, my peoples, be lethal
Shots in your body make you see through
Quiet niggas become jail riot niggas
25 to life, big never cry niggas
Floss when they up north
Chest gettin' bigger
Celebs on the V I respect that nigga
Rege on the regular chops is up, like a editor

Come through on man gang like the Predator
If yawl wake I'll wet it up
Jungle set it up
The jackal rock you to sleep
While I'm comin' at you
Air out your area, Queens Bridge forever, what
Ill will the label
Bravehearts yawl scared of us

Yo when those niggas ran, these niggas stayed
With those niggas switched up and bitched up afraid
These niggas clicked up and ripped up the gauge
Those niggas got jail and sick 'cause we paid
Don't even rep Q B, you ain't got hood stripes
Looters come through catch you frontin' and it's good night
Know how much force this is, juggle horse and whiz
Notin' but horses kid, we go to war for this

Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the one's that get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga

Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the one's who get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga

Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the one's who get killed
It's wild where we walk kid
Is you brave nigga
Is you a slave nigga
Is you a made nigga
Or is you a paid nigga

Quiet niggas will kill
Loud niggas talk shit
Them be the one's who get killed
It's wild where we walk kid

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Kill The World - Lyrics - Hammered - MotÖRhead

Title: Kill The World
Album: Hammered
Artist: MotÖRhead
Composer(s): Ian Kilmister, Philip Campbell, Michael Delaoglou

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Lyric:
Out of the way, you're in the lost and found
Been a long time waiting 'til we hit the ground
See the fool, lose it all
Ain't no lifetime long enough to use it all

They say, it's here tomorrow, gone today
Tell the judge it's my way or the highway
And in the end it's all the same

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

We got to get you home because you're burned out
Didn't take too long before we found it out
See the drowned, drink it all
Ain't no ocean deep enough to sink it all

They say, it's here right now and gone before
Tell the hand we're harder than a hardcore
And in the end it's all a game

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

So now you're back, I hope, you know your place
Didn't take too long to get in your face
See the burned, light your fire
Ain't no hell that burns enough for my desire

You say, it's blasphemy that's too bad
Could have been the best time that you ever had
And in the end, the hungry flames

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

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Kill The World - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: Kill The World
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Kilmister, Philip Campbell, Michael Delaoglou

Lyric:
Out of the way, you're in the lost and found
Been a long time waiting 'til we hit the ground
See the fool, lose it all
Ain't no lifetime long enough to use it all

They say, it's here tomorrow, gone today
Tell the judge it's my way or the highway
And in the end it's all the same

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

We got to get you home because you're burned out
Didn't take too long before we found it out
See the drowned, drink it all
Ain't no ocean deep enough to sink it all

They say, it's here right now and gone before
Tell the hand we're harder than a hardcore
And in the end it's all a game

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

So now you're back, I hope, you know your place
Didn't take too long to get in your face
See the burned, light your fire
Ain't no hell that burns enough for my desire

You say, it's blasphemy that's too bad
Could have been the best time that you ever had
And in the end, the hungry flames

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

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Temptation Pt.1 - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: Temptation Pt.1
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Khaled Khaled, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Beat Novacane

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Yup, death ain't sweet man
But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease
Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace
You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets

Go against Crack, that's a problem
I'm a driveby, stabbin', napalm kinda problem
Choose one, the AK or revolver
I'll leave your body leakin' layin' on the carpet

Yeah, this nigga don't care
Have your head spinnin' like that chick Linda Blair
I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is
But I keep a K that 'cause a mass Exodus

You don't want no problems
Fuckin' with these frauders
I had the ambulance racin' the street
Have your poor momma raisin' the sheets, motherfucker

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Let me tell you 'bout myself, you can find me alone
On the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I own
Well, at least that's the one I'm claimin'
You know a motherfucker that's realer then name him

Damn near a decade done passed and we still on top
My nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon' stop
I'm not concerned with the rumors and the small talk
Thought a nigga learned when he caught it and he walked off

Shoulda put the burn to a nigga so he'd slow down
Niggaz won't be thinkin' that's it rap, when it go down
In L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings
Got other mob bosses kissin' my ring

Don't confuse me wit'cha favorite MC
Difference is this mans'll kill him as a favor for me
Until then it's just

[Incomprehensible]

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Yo, wake up in a cold sweat
5:15 in the mornin', hear my phone ring
It's my nigga Ant speedin', slow down dog
You actin' like the po-po chasin' ya, be easy

He tellin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?"
"I'm at the Hotel Radisson, hour ago
I did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch home
Nigga you know she was the baddest one, ass was the fattest one"

This nigga Ant yell, "Crack what's her name?"
"Carmen, why you stallin', why the fuck you callin'?"
He said, "Joe they tryin' to set you up
Put you six feet deep tryin' to wet you up"

"You know that nigga Pablo from Ave
Now he push pounds of blow, niggaz swear he bad"
"Yeah, Mr. Friendly, he's pussy I bet'cha"
"Nah, he sent his sister to the club to come get'cha"

"Damn, wake up ma
I'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face suckin' my dick, bitch"

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Scarlett - Lyrics - Bananarama

Title: Scarlett
Artist: Bananarama
Composer(s): Sarah Elizabeth Dallin, Seymour Patrick Anthony Keren Jane Woodward, Philip John Bishop, Siobhan Maire Deir Fahey

Lyric:
Scarlett
Girl of glamor

Scarlett never cries
She shakes her head and sighs
At all life's little mysteries
And where she fits in all of these

Her friends all ask her why
She lets the days go by
They say that Scarlett should be sinking
But they don't know just what she's thinking

She's got no money but come tomorrow
What she ain't got you know she'll borrow
Life's a game and games are for playing
So listen now to what she's saying

This is Scarlett speaking
This is my ambition
I wanna have fun while I'm still young
So you'd better listen

Captain Scarlett speaking
On a secret mission
I aim for thrills and I shoot to kill
Got no competition

Clock says half past ten
She paints her face again
The night is young and Scarlett's willing
She's heading out, she's got that feeling

She's got no money but come tomorrow
What she ain't got you know she'll borrow
Life's a game and games are for playing
So listen now to what she's saying

This is Scarlett speaking
This is my ambition
I wanna have fun while I'm still young
So you'd better listen

Captain Scarlett speaking
On a secret mission
I aim for thrills and I shoot to kill
Got no competition

She's got no money but come tomorrow
What she ain't got you know she'll borrow
Life's a game and games are for playing
So listen now to what she's saying

This is Scarlett speaking
This is my ambition
I wanna have fun while I'm still young
So you'd better listen

Captain Scarlett speaking
On a secret mission
I aim for thrills and I shoot to kill
Got no competition

Scarlett never cries
Scarlett

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Anatomy Of A Tidal Wave - Lyrics - A Different Kind of Pain - Cold

Title: Anatomy Of A Tidal Wave
Album: A Different Kind of Pain
Artist: Cold
Composer(s): Jr., Ronald Ward, Samuel Mc Candless, Jeremy D. Marshall

Lyric:
It's when my world comes down
You wanna change your little ways
Tomorrow's another start
But it looks like everyday

You can't imagine how I wished that
You could be the one
Inside you were not the same
But you look like everyone

It's like a tidal wave that rose to take the stars
A hurricane that wrapped around my heart
If I could find a way, I'd make a brand new start
I can't believe it was the calm that killed the storm

Inside you broke my heart
And took a little piece of me
Maybe one day we'll try again
But it won't ever be the same

If I don't hold on now
Everything fades and slips away
Tomorrow's another start
But it looks like everyday

It's like a tidal wave that rose to take the stars
A hurricane that wrapped around my heart
If I could find a way, I'd make a brand new start
I can't believe it was the calm that killed the storm

It's like a tidal wave that rose to take the stars
A hurricane that wrapped around my heart
If I could find a way, I'd make a brand new start
I can't believe it was the calm that killed the storm
The storm, kill the storm, kill the storm
Kill the storm, kill the storm

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Family Tree - Lyrics - IIcons - Naughty By Nature

Title: Family Tree
Album: IIcons
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Brown, Anthony Shawn Criss, Barry White

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Lyric:
Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise
Certain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed
Fire has to be sent to the poisoned forest
With the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere

Only then will you obtain a wilderness
That cannot be penetrated, petrified family tree

See what started as a family forest
Got cut to a family tree with the limbs
And the leaves looking' at the world for answers
The world points to the sun and the sun says

The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me
So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees

Many minds always meet with pens and sheets
Close my eyes, think what next on my rhymes
See this face in ink, I'm havin' visions of wisdom
Dreamin' 'bout my own ending

Am I seein' death as freedom and livin' as prison
My son didn't have a daddy to shape him so
God bless him with a daddy to save him
Yeah I raise him and pay some attention

He talked and he listened to reach him and teach him
Before I'm gone from existence
Teach him 'bout the foes, the hos and all opponents
Those that always talk 'bout love but never showed it

Those who had the chances to stand and always blowed it
Those that set you up by the hour to steal your moment
Pac the word is you ain't there so fuck the rumor
I'll get a pound of that shit from Bermuda

And meet you in Cuba
Fucked up on Larusa no doubt, I know the locale
If they gotta born you, I'm gonna mourne you 'til I join you

See what started as a family forest
Got cut to a family tree with the limbs
And the leaves looking' at the world for answers
The world points to the sun and the sun says

The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me
So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees

Uhh and now I know I got some family
Who missed me from the heart, forever we're apart
Just because I'm nothin' and you abuse me and use me
Now you wanna try to come bruise me

And even though maybe were in there
Farther than it once was I know family don't always
Mean that they blood 'cause some people just
Don't give a nigga what some people tried to use my name

So all the fat we had to cut and I'm still
Walking with my six amp strut
Urban eyes see through camouflage
And now I know who's butt

So when I sent you tried to play me
All of a sudden now I'm shady
Maybe deep down in my heart
Never trust you from the start

Never hoped you'd be my homie, don't come 'round my way
And if we never speak again, it's got to be that way
This millennium, we'll be spankin' your heiny
Remind thee naughty invented family of the 90's

See what started as a family forest
Got cut to a family tree with the limbs
And the leaves looking' at the world for answers
The world points to the sun and the sun says

The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me
So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees

Life doesn't end when the sweat dries
A time when a nickle cost a dollar
When you rise your chest dies
My dynasty many fear it cos' I'm near it

Ancient Egyptian scriptures fitted in through hyroglyphics
Motherfuckers try to touch my mental state
Niggas smile up in your face and then they infiltrate
So it seems nowadays that the only plan

To get my people help my people get a load of land
And Im'ma see it if I have to kill some shit
To make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness
See a black man standin' on the promised land

Since they broke every promise I devised a plan this
Black this and black that crap is gettin' touchy
Any black hat that cross my path, I call him lucky
Those who turn. they back with they fears

And try to before they can see us
They gonna need us sweet Jesus

See what started as a family forest
Got cut to a family tree with the limbs
And the leaves looking' at the world for answers
The world points to the sun and the sun says

The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me
So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees

See what started as a family forest
Got cut to a family tree with the limbs
And the leaves looking' at the world for answers
The world points to the sun and the sun says

The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me
So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees

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Let Go - Lyrics - The Place You're In - Kenny Wayne Shepherd

Title: Let Go
Album: The Place You're In
Artist: Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Composer(s): Martin H. Frederiksen, Kenny Wayne Shepherd

Lyric:
In a room filled with dried tears of sorrow
And you come in and lay down by my side
Will you feel the same way tomorrow?
'Cause you smile just as easy as you cry

Was it wrong to be good to you?
Was it wrong to be your man?
'Cause I ain't getting through to you
And I've done all I can to make you understand

And my heart just keeps on bleeding
From the hole that drains my soul
And if I can't kill the feeling now
How do I, oh, I let go?

Time only heals when it wants to
I guess that's why
I just can't get you off of my mind

Yeah, when the walls come down between us
Will you be on the other side?
If you say you didn't need it
I will let you right back in for the rest of my life

Only you can stop the bleeding
From the hole that drains my soul
And if you can't kill the feeling now
How do I, oh, I let go, let go?

Yeah, and my heart just keeps on bleeding
From the hole that drains my soul
And if I can't kill the feeling now
How do I?

Only you can stop the bleeding
From the hole that drains my soul
And if you can't kill the feeling now
How do I, oh, I let go, let go?

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Tales Of A Hustler Pt.2 - Lyrics - The B.Coming - Beanie Sigel

Title: Tales Of A Hustler Pt.2
Album: The B.Coming
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Kenneth William Johnson, Klaus Doldinger, A Lewis, Dwight Grant, Umar Alwan

Lyric:
Court casin', third felony facin'
No probation, my heart racin' like a blunt lacin'
Hennessey and malt liquor chasin'
My gem star scarrin' niggaz faces

For a pound of trey eight and
I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman
The callous on my index stay achin'
Niggaz stay hatin', got me late night pacin'

I'm tight boot lacin', mask on like I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis
You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Martin Luther

I'm like Oswald sharp-shootin'
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin'
Beam illuminate the target movin'
Get your organs ruined, move out like SWAT move in

Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin'
For the bad guy, playground legend like Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP state workin', shootin' arm stay jerkin'
My Nextel stay chripin', can't answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

Its like we catchin' cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin'
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin', manic depressive
Like the man upstairs tryin' to pass me a lesson, but I can't catch it
The game under break the pressure, they miss my presence

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

I'm feelin' like deaths in the air
Got me back to back buckin' my squares
But I ain't bitchin', I ain't scared
I ain't budgin', in fact the thrill alone turns me on

Got me smiling, laughin', clutchin'
My toast and confrontin' mother fuckers
Cockaroaches will not catch me laughin'
Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the same

Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves
Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves
Justifyin' my foul ways, I got kids to raise
But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed, than to see me pair fucker

Or see me on the front page like Sig
Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig
You bitch niggaz stay PC when y'all see me
Until the day that they fit me in the grave
And the city wreak of me, we got the city under siege
S P or R O C

Poverty is a movie starrin' me
Ride with no play the passenger seat
So y'all can see how my life so real
So y'all can see how my life so ill

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

Tales of a hustler that's me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin' dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respect
So, I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps

You know Oschino he'll probably kill
Got the soul of Huey Newton nigga Bobby Seale
Nigga prolly take the stand he'll prolly squeal
But I got four lawyers, I ain't takin' the deal nigga

We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the Henny in it
I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to school broke loafers on no pennies in it

Stood the coldest winter with the bummest coat
Need food need shoes sold dummies of soap
Got tired of being broke man life was a bitch
They bring you flowers when you head but no soup while you sick

So I switched my whole picture get involved with the bricks
Not the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffs
Tales of hustler, niggaz come for your jugular
If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin' customers

State P we got the city on smash
Got every boulevard every street every ave
Got sneakers got clothes nigga you do the math
Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
Tales of a hustler

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Kill On Sight - Lyrics - Omen

Title: Kill On Sight
Artist: Omen
Composer(s): John D Kimball, Kenny Powell, Jody Henry, Steve Wittig

Lyric:
When the sun goes down
And street lamps burn
It's your time now
You've got a lesson to learn

Racing with the best
Feeling really mean
You're gonna face the test
You're a party to the scene

Crank it up
Set the place on fire
Burn it up
You're living on desire

No more rules
To the game
Life and death
One in the same

Filling every need
A man who's tough as steel
With power and with speed
As the music that you feel

Thrashing till you drop
But there is no pain
You can never stop
It's like thunder in your brain

Metal mongers to the very end
Metal music, the power we defend
Driving forces cruise the speed of light
Feel the surge of energy to kill on sight

Slowly forces rising
Driven by the sound
There's no compromising
The freedom that we've found

Down through the ages
Soon to be complete
We are tomorrow's warriors
Marching in the street

Metal mongers to the very end
Metal music, the power we defend
Driving forces cruise the speed of light
Feel the surge of energy to kill on sight

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Tales Of A Hustler Part Ii - Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Title: Tales Of A Hustler Part Ii
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Umar Alwan, Klaus Doldinger, Dwight Grant, Kenneth William Johnson, A Lewis

Lyric:
Court casin', third felony facin', no probation
My heart racin' like a blunt lacin'
Hennessy and malt liquor chasin'
My gemstar scarrin' niggaz faces

For a pound of trey eight and
I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman
The callous on my index stay achin'
Niggaz, stay hatin', got me late night pacin'

I'm tight boot lacin', mask on like, I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis
You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Martin Luther

I'm like Oswald, sharp-shootin'
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin'
Beam illuminate the target movin'
Get your organs ruined, move out like Swat move in

Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin'
For the bad guy, playground legend like Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP state workin'
Shootin-arm stay jerkin', my Nextel stay chripin'
Can't answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

It's like we catchin' cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin'
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin'
Manic-depressive

Like the man upstairs tryin' to pass me a lesson
But I can't catch it
The game under break the pressure
They miss my presence

We still not promised tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard till our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler

We still not promised tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard till our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler

I'm feelin' like death's in the air
Got me back to back buckin' my squares
But I ain't bitchin', I ain't scared
I ain't budgin', in fact the thrill alone turns me on

Got me smiling, laughin, clutchin'
My toast and confrontin' mother fuckers
Cockroaches will not catch me laughin'

Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the same
Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves
Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves
Justifyin' my foul ways, I got kids to raise

But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed
Than to see me pair, fucker or see me on the front page like Sig
Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig
You bitch, niggaz stay PC when y'all see me

Until the day that they
Fit me in the grave and the city wreak of me
We got the city under siege
S P R O C

Poverty is a movie starrin' me
Ride with me, play the passenger seat
So, y'all can see how my life's so real
So, y'all can see how my life's so ill

We still not promised tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard till our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler

We still not promised tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard till our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler

Tales of a hustler that's me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin' dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respect
So, I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps

You know Oschino, he'll probly kill
Got the soul of Huey Newton, nigga, Bobby Seale
Nigga, prolly take the stand he'll prolly squeal
But I got four lawyers, I ain't takin' the deal, nigga

We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in it
I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to school, broke loafers on no pennies in it

Stood the coldest winter with the bummiest coat
Need food, need shoes, sold dummies of soap
Got tired of bein' broke, man, life was a bitch
They bring you flowers when you dead but no soup while you sick

So, I switched my whole picture, got involved with the bricks
Not the ones made of semen but the ones you sniffs
Tales of a hustler, niggaz come for your jugular
If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin' customers

State P we got the city on smash
Got every boulevard, every street, every ave
Got sneakers, got clothes, nigga, you do the math
Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
Tales of a hustler

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Runnin' - Lyrics - The Documentary - Game

Title: Runnin'
Album: The Documentary
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Dion Jenkins, Tony Cottrell, Marvin Bernard, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line, I'm runnin'

With ninety-nine miles left, on the Avis Rental car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis at the Pearly Gate
God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans

But I'm runnin' like New York pedestrians
Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again
It's funny how niggaz be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggaz in the grave the other one in the pin
She fuckin' my enemies inside my homeboys Benz

Now she beggin' God's mercy 'cause she ain't listen to Nas
And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey
He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton
Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient
True story

Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line

If I get knocked with my gun nigga I'm runnin'
I catch a murder one nigga I'm runnin'
Homicide come around and they keep on coming
That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runnin'
I ain't Nelly Put my Desert Eagles on girl
Just jumped bail traveling the world

When I sign my deal I said, "Fuck jail"
I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil
This shit real fuck an appeal
D's want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill
Sling dope sling crack and them E pills
That's why I'm on the low like a Navy Seals, I'm runnin'

Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line, I'm runnin'

'Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from Go
So I gotta get my album in place
My G-Unit features
My Eminem sixteens
My Dr. Dre beats

And it was two years from today when I started rhyming
And took my demo to Suge and he ain't sign me
Niggaz threatening my life like it's hard to find me
See me shining in the hood like twenty inch Lexanis
My mom said I'm hard head, I don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggaz they own shoes

And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they think I'm trying to take his spot
I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock
Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot
And niggaz trying to gun me down in the rim shop
'Cause I just want the same recognition that the crypts got

They say I'm the next in line and if I get shot
Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer of hip hop
Make yo chest move
Sylvia Rome and Kevin Lyle slept cool
Jimmy Lovine was the best move

Got to live for today 'cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece, I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping, 'til I cross the line, I'm runnin'

If you got it
If you're in it
Bench warmers
No sleeping, I'm runnin'

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Temptation Pt.2 - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: Temptation Pt.2
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, L Coppin, Franck Langolff

Lyric:
Joe crack's that nigga
I'll crack that nigga, hold that lil' nigga
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know like I know you, know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin'

Raindrops are fallin' on my hood again, hood again
Niggaz is talkin' in the hood again, hood again
Yeah, niggaz wanna act live
I got that 9 that kill more than just time

They say they can't stand him, but just yesterday
I was chillin' on the block in the Phantom
And ain't nobody smirk my way, nope, keep speakin' that hot shit
And you can get merked today, check me out

There's some rumbling on the blocks, struggle on the streets
That's why I had to leave that bitch bloody in them sheets
Go 'head and think crack just rap
Fuck around I'm gon' really have to clap these cats
I hear 'em talking that

Joe crack's that nigga
I'll crack that nigga, hold that lil' nigga
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know like I know you, know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin'

If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go

If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I'm tired of talkin' boy, I'm lettin' 'em go

Does Crack think he live
Just because he had poppin' in '88 and his boys served time
I don't care 'bout that neither
I don't give a fuck about him, T.S. or the fever

Yeah, I said it, when I see him I'ma pop him
I know he big but this here 9 gon' stop him
I'm in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain't scared nigga, man I'm dyin' to get it poppin'

Joe crack's that nigga
I'll crack that nigga, hold that lil' nigga
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know like I know you, know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin'

If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go

If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I'm tired of talkin' boy, I'm lettin' 'em go

Pussies loose these days, gotta tighten 'em up
Think they comin' of age 'til you lighten 'em up
Momma screamin' 'cause you lyin' in dust, I ain't lyin'
Who the fuck you think supplyin' the drugs?

I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche
And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off
To the highest clapper, get your head spun backwards you bastards
For thinkin' Terror Squad just rappers, we'll blast ya

You lil' niggaz ain't even in my lane
Who you know nicknamed after 'caine?
Yeah, I'm goin' to Hell, but I'm sendin' you first
Muh'fuckers think they tough 'til them canisters burst
I know you hear me niggaz

Joe crack's that nigga
I'll crack that nigga, hold that lil' nigga
I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow
If you know like I know you, know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin'

If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go

If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go
Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke
I'm tired of talkin' boy, I'm lettin' 'em go

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Man Who Would Be King - Lyrics - The Libertines - Libertines

Title: Man Who Would Be King
Album: The Libertines
Artist: Libertines
Composer(s): Carl Barat, Peter Doherty

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Lyric:
I have a secret for you

I've been told if you want to make it in this game
Got to have the luck
You got to have the look
To make what

I quite like to make it through the night
My heart beats slow fast, I don't feel right
With a slight of hand
I might die

What about you over there?
Well, don't you think I care?
Well I know you know
I know you know I know

And to the man who would be king
I would say only one thing
And to the man who would be king
I would say only one thing

La la la
La la la
La la la

Lived my dream today
And I have lived it yesterday
And I'll have lived it tomorrow
Ah, don't look at me that way

Well I hate the way that you say
But my heart has gone astray
With all these friendships slipped away
But there's a death, this musta be that way

I lived my dreams today
I lived it yesterday
And I'll be living yours tomorrow
Anything else to say?

I lived my dream today
I lived it yesterday
And I'll be living yours tomorrow
So don't look at me that way!

What's about you man, seen my girl?
What's about you man, seen my girl?
What's about you man, seen my girl?
What will you do when she comes here?
Oh she'll kill me, oh, I don't wanna kill me

And to the man who would be king
I would say only one thing
And to the man who would be king
I would say only one thing

La la la
La la la
La la la

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