Let The Drummer Kick - Lyrics - Citizen Cope - Citizen Cope

Title: Let The Drummer Kick
Album: Citizen Cope
Artist: Citizen Cope
Composer(s): Clarence Greenwood

Lyric:
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that

Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
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Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
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Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that

Let the drummer kick
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Let the drummer kick
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Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that

Relations
Creation
Incarceration
Determination

Equation
Humiliation
Reincarnation
Situation

Elation
Identification
Retaliation
Education

Inspiration
No substitution
Solution
Conclusion

Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that

Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that

Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that

Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that

Relations
(Say Apollo had to break 'em)
Creation
(It's a gift, it's a blessing)
Incarceration
(What keeps you down)
Determination
(What gets you out)

Equation
(They said you could make it)
Humiliation
(What you feel when they say it)
Reincarnation
(Say N-A-V)
Situation
(Why we've got to sing)

Elation
(So many in need)
Identification
(Gives you the right to shoot)
Retaliation
(What would it do)
Education
(Gives you the right to do this)

Inspiration
(What pulls you through)
Substitution
(Try to substitute)
Non-inclusion
(You just got to bust through)
Drug infusion
(For the chosen few)

Mass confusion
(When they say that they died for you)
Delusion
(Sayin' that your dreams don't come true)
Solution
(Takin' a hold of you)
Conclusion

(Inspiration)
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
(Inspiration)
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
(Inspiration)
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
(Inspiration)
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that

(Inspiration)
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
(You don't even have to wait)
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that
(You don't even have to wait)
Let the drummer kick
Let the drummer kick that

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Let the drummer kick that
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Guess Who'S Back - Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

Title: Guess Who'S Back
Album: Fine Malt
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Albert King, Erik Schrody, Al Jackson, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back

I got the skills to pay the bills
I don't pop pills but I send chills
Up your spine when I rhyme
I get wicked you got a booger pick it
Sippin' on the forty ya know it makes me horny
Spread them legs, grab my ax
Fire up the grill and crack the kegs
Nobody fear the party's here
Everlast is comin', the funky drummer's drummin'

You only came backstage to make the front page
To get me locked up or get yourself knocked up
But I ain't with it even if I did it
I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it
My name's Ever last, I got the funky rhymes
I make more papers than the LA Times
I don't do lines, but I puff blunts
I don't rock fronts, but I stuff stunts

Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of coffee
If ya don't know me, homey, back up off me
'Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead
You wind up dead, you made your bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, don't bother tryin' it
Take my advice, homeboy, think twice
Before you step up, step back or catch a smack
Guess who's back

He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back

He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
He's back

He's back from the dead with the shaved head
Don't start to trip, dip, I brought my lead
Just in case you wanna fuck around
I'll stare ya dead in the face and then I'll buck ya down
I'll put ya six feet deep, some say talk's cheap
But I make big bucks servin' up punk ducks
By the pound, I got the sound
I never been checked, I only get wrecked

I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag
Don't give up the booty 'cause I ain't no fag
Checkin' out check it, I'm prone to wreck shit
If ya dig this joint, check the next shit
I'm Everlast and it's a natural fact
That the white man is back

He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back

He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back

He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street

I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese's
I come in peace, but you'll leave in pieces
That's how I'm livin', that's how it goes
Everyday I'm sleepin', every night I'm doin' shows
Always gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get got
Always wear my hat so I never need a shot
Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme
And if I have to drive I avoid the one time

Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled over
I don't need luck 'cause I got a four leaf clover
Yeah, I'm Irish, word to the motherland
But on the other hand
I love America, apple pie, mom and all that
My pockets stay phat, step the fuck back
Play me close and you catch a mean dose of my fist
Homeboy, you get dissed

He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back

He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street

He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
He-he-he's back

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