Life And Death Of The Party - Lyrics - Prince Of Darkness - Alice Cooper

Title: Life And Death Of The Party
Album: Prince Of Darkness
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Alice Cooper, Kane Roberts

Lyric:
You walk in the room, everybody stares
The talking stops, there's a silence there
The room is yours, you own it now
You're in control and everybody down here knows

You got a place in my heart, I don't want you there
But you come and you go, like a millionaire
You take a walk right across my soul
You're in control and everybody down here knows

You're the life and the death of the party
You got my heart right by the throat
You're the life and the death of the party
When the stage lights rise you start and stop the show

You love me bad, you love me good
You're unimpressed, that's understood
I lost it all, you knew I would
You're in control and everybody down here knows

You're the life and the death of the party
You got my heart right by the throat
You're the life and the death of the party
And with your head held high you start and stop the show

It's just one night, it's just one time, it's just one hotel room
It's just another dream that can't come true

You're the life and the death of the party
You got my heart right by the throat
You're the life and the death of the party
And when the stage lights rise you start and stop the show

You got my heart right by the throat
You're the life and the death of the party
And with your head held high you start and stop the show
You got my heart right by the throat
You're the life and the death of the party
And when the stage lights rise you start and stop the show

You got my heart right by the throat
You're the life and the death of the party

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Life And Soul Of The Party - Lyrics - Travis

Title: Life And Soul Of The Party
Artist: Travis
Composer(s): Francis Healy

Lyric:
There's a man who
Lives by the sea
He takes his daydreams
Very seriously

You'll never see him
He lives all alone
He won't go out or
Pick up the phone

But he wishes he was the life and the soul of the party
But he can't 'cause he doesn't know anyone, anybody
Is it me? Is it me?
Am I singing a song about me?

Tension rising
Day by day
The kids don't like him
His dog ran away

Still he wishes he was the life and the soul of the party
But he can't 'cause he doesn't know anyone, anybody
Is it me? Is it me?
Am I singing a song about me?

Silence is golden, the church bells are tolling
He closes his eyes one last time, time
He dreams is he popular, jokes are spectacular
Everyone laughs and they all raise their glasses to him

And he loves them
And they love him back

'Cause he wishes he was the life and the soul of he party
But he can't 'cause he doesn't know anyone, anybody
Is it me? Is it me?
Am I singing a song about me?

[Unverified]
Lost at sea
All alone
On his own
Lies the life and the soul of the party

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In God'S Shadow - Lyrics - John Waite

Title: In God'S Shadow
Artist: John Waite
Composer(s): John Denicola, Anthony Krizan, Keith Reid, John Waite

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Lyric:
We speak out like children
Of the dreams that we chase and pursue
These rights we hold precious
Say it loud enough and it'll be true

In the company of strangers
Wild conversation and the hours go by so fast
And you find a lot of wisdom there
At the bottom of the glass

But when the lights go down
And the laughter fades away
Somewhere beneath
The moon and stars, yeah

All of life's certainties they
They all just slip away
And you lie down in God's shadow
At the end, the end of the day

We speak revolution
But the future's already been sold
The masters of diffusion
Spinning their fine webs into gold
And the party's just begun

This matter of resistance
Our ship was built to last
We're sailing out on troubled seas
Nail your colors to the mast

But when the lights go down
And the laughter fades away
Somewhere beneath
The moon and stars, yeah

All of life's certainties they
They all just slip away
And you lie down in God's shadow
At the end, the end of the day

The avenue is so crowded
And they're turning up the heat
And the red lights keep on flashing
Out there tonight on Bourbon Street
On Bourbon Street

Wild conversation
And the hours go by so fast
And you find a lot of wisdom there
At the bottom of the glass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But when the lights go down
And the laughter fades away
Somewhere beneath
The moon and stars

All of life's certainties they
They all just slip away
And you lie down in God's shadow
At the end, the end of the day

The end of the day
The end of the day
The end of the day
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Lay down your soul with me
Lay down your soul, tonight
Lay down your soul with me
And everything will be alright
It'll be alright

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The Basement - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: The Basement
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Nick Dida, Dwight Myers, Rob Odindo, Corey Brent Penn, Peter O Phillips, Winston Delano Riley

Lyric:
Ahh, yeah, feel the funk, baby
That's right, this is called, 'The Basement'
And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this

From the Heights, not what am I write, simple I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hijackin' fella
So prepare for landing and crash into a cellar

Bodies in the Buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my

Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
But not before the kid leave the basement

The basement, put the Funk in Grand
Here comes my man
My brother, Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon

Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display
Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way

Of the kid with the flavor, the party people savior
Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

Yeah once in a while I be with CL on the DL
Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in The Basement
The Basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of the basement

Of the basement, next we got, a special guest
I ain't gonna tell you who it is
C'mon, rap along

Tick, tock, tick, things are gettin' thick
Here comes the Heavster and I know it makes ya sick
To see a black man gettin' paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, fellas I'm tellin' ya

I got plots and plans, pots and pans
Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped
But I know a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back

So easy does it on the DL
Peace to Pete Rock and the Mecca Don CL
Heavy D's on this track, lettin' you know there's no replacement
Peace signin' off, check one two straight from the basement

Straight from the Basement
I'm tellin' you now, kid, it's crazy fat
I wonder who this is comin' up?

Fourth but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out
Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout
Speakin', upon where I dwell from the dungeon
All over the U.S. states, even London

Past and present, black to the future
Swimmin' in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don Shula
A Raider well like Art Shell, crazy defense
A Pro Bowl with soul for local events

The crew name is CL Smooth and Pete Rock
Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock
The Pimp Daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later
Clever like a secret agent comin' from the basement

That's right, crazy funky
Aww, my man
He's crazy funky, his name is Rob-O, check him out

Alikazaam, you'll never guess what I am
Motto is that nothin' ever changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of vocal breaks life pays when
Kid said, "Pete makes beats in the basement"

Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7 hillside
I thought I'd just chill, take a breath
Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left and get fixed

Plus the ghetto chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin' lovely
Walkin' down the street, much props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's Rob-O Dingo in the basement"

Ahh, yeah, this is funky
I can feel it
My man from the Vernon, his name is Dida, make it raw

Fly like an eagle, a seagull
Always into somethi'n, like Snoopy, the Beagle
People, grab a tight hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin' raw papes off the shelves

Blowin' up spots from state to state
I'm comin' to town but you just can't wait
Check the station, for conversation at six block
Uno here, to put suckers in the mix

I get deeper than oceanography
Thinkin' of crazy shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, then slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement

In the basement, is where I dwell
Check the MC's swell 'cause I am crazy funky with CL Smooth
My man [Incomprehensible], Rob-O, GR, baby pah
The Heavster, my brother Grap Lover, everybody
[Inaudible]

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B - Boy Bouillabaisse - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: B - Boy Bouillabaisse
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Michael Simpson

Lyric:
(A) 59 Christie Street

There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face

Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw

A wick-wick-wack

(B) Get On The Mic

One, two

Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song
Out to my main homie, Mike D

Alright, lets kick it
Ready, go

Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they be missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to

You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science, and another half soul
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no

So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Well Mike D is a special individual
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo

Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

At the fever

(C) Stop That Train

It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation

This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking

Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown

Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D-Train

{Stop that train, I wanna get off}

Check it

Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'

Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias

(D) Year And A Day

MC, for what I am, and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true

So as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D were born to MC

And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted

Enter the arena as I take the center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special

I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last

And you can bet your ass

I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong

Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to the reality

I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day

Come what may

I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane

Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised
And I see myself as clear as day

And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages
Is, was, and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of Disco Dave

Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
Disco Dave

(E) Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer

Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit

You know why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}

(F) Dropping Names

(Take PCP)

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous

My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying
Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}

(G) Lay It On Me

Lay it on me now
Not so hard man

Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo

Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man

Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum

With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin
I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Stuffin', stuffin'

Stuff it buddy

(H) Mike On the Mic

Here's another one for ya'll to peep
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter

I've never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been to see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D

I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness

I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}

(I) A.W.O.L

DJ Hurricane

When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
He goes A.W.O.L.

Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?
Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Jazzy Jay in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house

Good night Amsterdam

Now I want you all to break this down

To all the girls
To all the girls

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Trapped On The Dance Floor - Lyrics - Will Smith

Title: Trapped On The Dance Floor
Artist: Will Smith
Composer(s): Marston E. Freeman, J Mccall, C Abrahms, Willard C. Smith, Don Abrams, Jeffrey Townes, S Crudup

Lyric:
You're trapped on the dance floor
It's locked, there's no escape
There's no eat, no drink, can't take a break
No seat to sit down, you gotta stand up

The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff
You're in a cage and this groove will bound you
People in the club like bars around you
The doors open up and the people are boarding

Here are the prisoners, the DJ is the warden
Your mind is useless, instinct takes control
Jam to techno, groove to soul to soul
You been arrested, now you're being tested

The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested
Stead drum kicks like pistol in spinal
You gotta dance and get round like a Rhino
The DJ cuts with a knife like a surgery

Sayin' that the slice ain't nice that's perjury
The music infiltrates you, mutates you
Grabs you, holds you, moulds you and let you
Do things you wouldn't-a otherwise done

Like shake, rattle, roll, pump, twist and then some
Ain't no law here, you can't protest this
Stop looking around, it ain't no oasis
You can't leave till the man pulls the needle

Take that as a warning
Take heed or I'll quicken the pitch and make you dance faster
The drum is the whip, bass line is the master
The temperature's a 100 and yet you still want more
You're a slave and you're trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Now you're wondering lost in a jungle
You came in hyped up but now you're humble
Bringing out sweat in your silky wet clothes
You scream for help, blend in with the [unverified] and hoes

You try to sit but there ain't no spaces
The floor is a desert, a party oasis
I know you're on the tip for the rhyme I just did
And here's a little taste of my homeboy, El Sid

Ay a Prince it's the El Sid's version
I'm a raid on the track, I'm a hip-hop surgeon
The floor is jam-packed get away from the bar scene
The strum of the drum has you trapped like a sardine

You try to move no form of escape
The heat brings on sweat, stick on like tape
Party's like a [unverified]
Girls slim and trim on the floor, don't try to shoot for the door

This ain't the gym
The party goers every night had a scene
This mic try to respond but still trapped like in Venus
Ain't a spiff or a spoof, boy you better not goof
You about to cave in although you ain't on a roof

The rhythm track from offside's to angles
Playing the wimp fight resist strangle
You can't escape until the DJ's fingers up
So play like a phone or coat and just hang it up

The speakers pumping out sounds and hip words
Lines between the rhythm designed to equip nerds
You better jam we don't care if you hardcore
'Cause we got you trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Me and Prince got together just to kick our lines
No trouble at the party 'cause we're strapped with nines
Dance floor secure, don't bother tryin' to get out
You looking for the late AM this man pull red out

Nobody cause killing is mean
Got ya dancin' in the dark and dressed like Springsteen
Razzamatazz a pasazz about to rip the flesh is my man Jazz Fresh
Soon as I worked through the door I got trapped on the dance floor

See this girlie that I never saw, she was looking raw
Came a little closer then I opposed her
Then I drop the fox trot so hot that I roast her
[Unverified] planes in the damn chain, hard to explain

I did it up like I was straight outta Soul Train
Listen as I discuss this yo bust this
Like a hammer before me you can't touch this
Trapped on the floor like a vulture, part of my culture

You may even thought I was drived to faulter
Get live like a [unverified] jack that fives you the window main [unverified]
Add a little mic and Janet you can't understand it
'Cause [unverified] thought I was from another planet

Way of whipping and dipping
And sliding [unverified] of what I'm providin'
Other dancers go and hide
Like Charles [unverified] I'm prancin'

I keep the dance all night until, the party's over, the party's over
Like a cowboy at a rodeo
From mister mister dosie doe around the dance floor
Steppin' the new hardcore, I'm Jazz Fresh and I'm trapped

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Max up to step up just to keep this rap up
The time that he possesses the best in a contest
Jeff with his right and left like Jazz Fresh
No other than the brother the lover Jazzy Jeff

I'm the one dance floor at the station
[Unverified] time around quarter to ten
Times work hard, the customers scarred
Your tickets to freedom, yo you ain't gonna need 'em

Your sentence is 25 years to life
A [unverified] is your husband and wife
Trapped behind the steel, the steel of the wheels
Don't come to the party if you don't wanna know how business feels

I walk strong carry a big stick
Sell myself all packed and thick
When they sound the drum you know it's time to roll
Might as well have fun there's no parol

I set a trap and caught you like a mouse
For times ahead no chance for a halfway house
Pump the bass in all sections
Prince, Sid, and jazz my officers of correction

Cant' escape the floor cut the crime out
[Unverified] wall ain't no use tryin' to climb out
'Cause I'm running this show and it's live in here
You try to escape another five years

I got you trapped and I'm your savior
You dance real hard you might get out on good behavior
But if you don't I give you more
'Cause DJ Jazzy Jeff got you trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

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Virus Of The Mind - Lyrics - Virus Of The Mind - Heather Nova

Title: Virus Of The Mind
Album: Virus Of The Mind
Artist: Heather Nova
Composer(s): Heather Nova

Lyric:
Well, I was watching this talk show the other day
And on it there was this guy and he was saying
When you let other people tell you what's right
When you leave your instinct and your own truth behind

That's a virus of the mind
That's a virus of the mind

Well, I guess it's kind of like losing your sight
For a second you feel that they might be right
And it feeds the doubts that you have inside
And almost starts to feel like a crime
To follow your own rhythm and rhyme

I'm pretty happy
Living in my, my own sweet time, living in my
Yeah, I'm pretty happy
And I don't need your virus of the mind
Your virus of the mind

Well, I went to this party thing last night
A lot of people I hadn't seen in a long, long time
And they wanted to know about my life
But making me feel like it wasn't quite right
Like, "Where's your kids and where's your car?"
I said I don't have either but I have a guitar

And I ended up feeling like I was a freak
So I found some wine and something to eat
And I talked to the dog to pass the time
I told myself I'm doing just fine

It's just a virus of the mind
It's just a virus of the mind

I'm pretty happy
Living in my, my own sweet time, living in my
Yeah, I'm pretty happy
And I don't need your virus of the mind
Your virus of the mind

It's in the deep of your soul
It's on the tip of your tongue
It's in the feeling you get when you feel young

It's in the sound of the beat
It's in the base of your spine
It's in your gut reaction, yeah, every time

They tell you what you should have
They tell you who you should be
It's in the TV and ads and in the magazines

I'm kicking it off like a bug in the breeze
'Cause is anyone out there inside me?
I say is anyone out there inside me?
I say is anyone?

I'm pretty happy
Living in my, my own sweet time, living in my
Yeah, I'm pretty happy
And I don't need your virus of the mind

I'm pretty happy
Living in my, my own sweet time, living in my
Yeah, I'm pretty happy
And I don't need your virus of the mind
Your virus of the mind, no no, no no

(Mind, mind)
No no, no no, I don't need it
(Mind, mind)
No no, no no, don't you feel it?
(Mind, mind)
No, no, no, no, no, no

(Of the mind, of the mind)
It's in your mind
It's in your mind

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The 5th - Lyrics - VI: Return Of The Real - Ice T

Title: The 5th
Album: VI: Return Of The Real
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Richard J. Ascencio, Tracy Lauren Marrow

Lyric:
Hey, yo, Ice
This guy here say, he wants to get in, man
You're sure home boy's ready?
Yo, Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man

Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down with this, right?
Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready
Aight, know what you're in for, right?

Blood flows like sands in the hourglass
Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings
Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move
Improve your dope flow, cold max with the long dough

High rollin', back breakin' plot diggers
The ill niggas, Comanche style
Blood letting weapons of death
Stop your breath, if you trip on the click

A hot thump to your chest and your back just rips
You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts no mistakes
Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes
Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead
A cop's better, use this biretta

Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch
'Cause I command a whole battalion of life takers
Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts
Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert

Here's the keys to a truck
Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred
Crime intellect, more complex than nerves in your spinal chord
Bank job my forte, not off of gun play

Hostage taker, I killed my brother with a salt shaker
He tried to short me a buck
What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a nigga that dies
No cries for the punk, he got trunked and bombed

Since he tried to steal, I chainsawed his arm
I drink blood from a cup when I wanna, then
Plus, the bosses up north made me kill my friend
They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it
You're down with the Syndicate but never admit it"

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

A thousand ki's, off-shore private yacht
Really ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and customs are bought
Columbian, Mexicano connect, raise the bet
One DEA wouldn't roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck

Just a message to the rest, don't test
Housing developments are built on the bodies
Of punks who wouldn't party
Big shots are called from the pen's inner sanctum
Where the mega-gees regulate the streets, fuck release

They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends
Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth
You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief

Now you do what we do, say what I say
Muthafucka, don't blink unless I say okay
This is a organization, not a one-man gang
And you die if I ever hear you spilled my name

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

My friend, I thought this day would never come
What do you mean, man? Hey
Who was there when your wife had your first child?
Hey, why you're lookin' at me like that, man?

Who looked out for you when no one else was there?
Hey, I'm your friend, man
Now word's out you're talkin' to the feds about me
They lyin', man

There's only one thing I can do
Hey man, wait a
You treat me like a bitch
Hey, yo

Now look at you
Look at you, muthafucka
Now look at you

Cops on the take, I got moves to make
Feds ain't that easy, I still got 'em to shake
They had my man's bitch wired for a month and a half
Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, bail's five million

Bounced him out in a hour, power
Went and met him quick, hit him with a ice pick
Can't take no chances, he romancin' with whores
No tellin' what he spilled when behind closed doors

The fam's protection and loyalty is top priority
Violate, your body is found in three states
Cargo is heat on a Hong Kong cruiser
[Incomprehensible] contacts your cruiser

No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth
High risk will bring more riches than the national debt
We launder money through the S and L's and pro-ball teams
Ain't no business untouched when it comes to cream

Documents forged from my hitters from Jamaica
In and out of town, before you hit the ground
This is the mob, baby, now you're on, no off switch
Suffocation don't last [Incomprehensible] you snitch

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

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I Wanna Go Back - Lyrics - The History Of Rock - Kid Rock

Title: I Wanna Go Back
Album: The History Of Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie

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Lyric:
I wanna go back
I wanna go back

'Cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the Clem
With some friends George and Jay
We were the funky fresh crew and I'd DJ

What a shock it was to be on the set
Comin' from a nice home, now livin' in the projects
No regrets 'cause I learned a lot
And I earned a lot in the parkin' lot

Doin' dirt for the O.G's slangin' rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that ain't no fable

Watchin' Eddie Murphy
Instead of Clark Gable
My whole lifestyle switched Hoss
Puttin' in hours at the 76 car wash

But I could never wait for them weekends to come
Dum ditty, dum ditty, ditty dum dum
Boom, chick boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin' it up in Duke's basement

Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin'
Open up your ears I'm tryin' to tell you somethin'
And give some love back to those that loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy

Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasn't in the club

Tom Rich and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
And I'm grateful for this, sometimes I look back
And it's these times I miss, makin' demos on my old four track

Sometimes, I can't help but think
I wanna go back, I wanna go back
(Back in the time)
I wanna go back, I wanna go back
(I wanna go way back, way back ya'll)
I wanna go back, I wanna go back
(Back in the time)

I got kicked out again for bein' fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
An' they treated me like brothers
R I P to their cool ass mother

An my brother Din Dada
For the homies up here I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring ya'll back

I'm pourin' beer out for ya'll
I'm singin' I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings a lot of tragedy
I look around at times and it's so sad to see

A wasted life or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
But sometimes I express my love through my anger

And I've lost a lot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I ain't sayin' that I'm awe but I still got love for you

'Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right, to the left
Me, black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef

And sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it don't stop

I wanna go back, I wanna go back
(Back in the time)
I wanna go back, I wanna go back
(I wanna go way back, way back ya'll)
I wanna go back, I wanna go back
(Back in the time)

I remember little Robert 'cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I needed a trim
And when times got grim and it seemed that I lost my way
I used to get blown of with Reve

Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman runnin' crazy scams

Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money and pullin' them honeys
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slangin' them rocks and runnin' from the cops

The only white kid walkin' round on the block
Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed

Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Vince looked out and so did Lou
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot

Chuck D and Murph were the original three
And now Richard D and Cracker are down with me
I got a studio records and a taste of fame
But when I roll through the Clem it's still all the same

Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot
'Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
'Cause the new life I have now lives for two

Yeah and that's where I'm at, I wanna go back
(Back in the time)
And that's where I'm at, I wanna go back
(I wanna go way back, way back ya'll)
I wanna go back
(Back in the time)

Bring it down
Let it ride, let it ride
Way back, way back ya'll

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We Got The Party (Remix) - Lyrics - Hannah Montana 2: Non-Stop Dance Party - Hannah Montana

Title: We Got The Party (Remix)
Album: Hannah Montana 2: Non-Stop Dance Party
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Greg Wells, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Come on, guys, tell me what we're doing
We hang around when we could be all over the place
The sun is shinin', just the way we like it
Let's get out of this hall and show the world our face

It's Friday but there's nowhere to go
Anywhere is cool but we're not going home
And we can do anything we wanna do
It's all up to me and you

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us, we got the party with us

Radio, let me be a DJ
I'll turn you up, keep us moving 'til we're on a roll
Everyone is dancing to their own beat
And letting go, everybody here's gotta soul

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be
We're kicking it together, it's so good to be free
We got each other and that's all we need
The rest is up to you and me

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us
We got the party, we got the party

Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer
That nothing can stand in our way today
Let's find a place to play

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
(We got the party with us)
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows

We got the party, we got the party
We got the party, we got the party with us
We got the party with us

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Planet Rock - Lyrics - Afrika Bambaataa

Title: Planet Rock
Artist: Afrika Bambaataa
Composer(s): John Miller, Florian Schneider, Karl Bartos, Ralf Hutter, John Robie, Emil Schult, Ellis Williams, Robert Allen, Kevin Donovon, Arthur Baker

Lyric:
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
Soul Sonic Force, can y'll get funky?
The Zulu Nation, can y'll get funky?

Ya, Just hit me
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now hit me
Ya, just hit me

Just start to chase your dreams
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way

Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love, life, live
Come play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream

We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Females and males
Both headed all for the disco

The DJ plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic, poof
Bump, bump, bump, get bump with some flash, people

Rock, rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop
Rock, rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop

The Soul Sonic Force, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow and MC Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right and by day

As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
Be what you be, so be

Rock, rock to Planet Rock, don't stop
Rock, rock to Planet Rock, don't stop

You're in a place where the nights are hot
Where nature's children dance and set a chance
On this Mother Earth, which is our rock

The time has come and work for soul, show you really got soul
Are you ready hump, bump, bump, get bump, now let's go, house

Twist and turn, [Incomprehensible]
You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it
You gotta rock it, don't stop
Keep tickin' and tockin', work it all around the clock
Everybody keep rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house

Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, G L O B E
The Soul Sonic Force

You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century
There is such a place that creates such a melody
Our world is but a land of a master jam, get up and dance
It's time to chase your dreams

Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love, life, live

Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Everybody say, shock it and pop it
Everybody say, ich me sun chi

Say, Planet Rock
It's the sure shot
Say, Planet Rock
It's the sure shot

So twist and turn, then you let your body glide
You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce

So hit me
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's gettin' so funky, now hit me

Every piece of the world
Rate the message of the worlds
All men, women, boys, and girls, hey our Planet Rock is superb
Get on it

You got the groove, move, shak, undi, shak, undi, shak
Feel the groove, feel it
Do what ya want but ya know ya got to be cool and boogie
Out on the floor, go down, bring it low, close to the ground

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop
Keep tickin' and tockin'
Work it all around the clock

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop
Keep tickin' and tockin'
Work it all around the clock

Everybody gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop

Gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop

We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop

We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop

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We Got The Party - Lyrics - Hannah Montana 2: Meet Miley Cyrus - Hannah Montana

Title: We Got The Party
Album: Hannah Montana 2: Meet Miley Cyrus
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Come on, guys, tell me what we're doing
We hang around when we could be all over the place
The sun is shinin', just the way we like it
Let's get out of this hall and show the world our face

It's Friday but there's nowhere to go
Anywhere is cool but we're not going home
And we can do anything we wanna do
It's all up to me and you

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us, we got the party with us

Radio, let me be a DJ
I'll turn you up, keep us moving 'til we're on a roll
Everyone is dancing to their own beat
And letting go, everybody here's gotta soul

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be
We're kicking it together, it's so good to be free
We got each other and that's all we need
The rest is up to you and me

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us
We got the party, we got the party

Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer
That nothing can stand in our way today
Let's find a place to play

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
(We got the party with us)
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows

We got the party, we got the party
We got the party, we got the party with us
We got the party with us

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We Got The Party (Jonas Brothers Style) - Lyrics - Hannah Montana

Title: We Got The Party (Jonas Brothers Style)
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Greg Wells, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Come on, guys, tell me what we're doing
We hang around when we could be all over the place
The sun is shinin', just the way we like it
Let's get out of this hall and show the world our face

It's Friday but there's nowhere to go
Anywhere is cool but we're not going home
And we can do anything we wanna do
It's all up to me and you

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us, we got the party with us

Radio, let me be a DJ
I'll turn you up, keep us moving 'til we're on a roll
Everyone is dancing to their own beat
And letting go, everybody here's gotta soul

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be
We're kicking it together, it's so good to be free
We got each other and that's all we need
The rest is up to you and me

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us
We got the party, we got the party

Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer
That nothing can stand in our way today
Let's find a place to play

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
(We got the party with us)
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows

We got the party, we got the party
We got the party, we got the party with us
We got the party with us

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We Got The Party With Us - Lyrics - Jonas Brothers

Title: We Got The Party With Us
Artist: Jonas Brothers
Composer(s): Greg Wells, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Come on, guys, tell me what we're doing
We hang around when we could be all over the place
The sun is shinin', just the way we like it
Let's get out of this hall and show the world our face

It's Friday but there's nowhere to go
Anywhere is cool but we're not going home
And we can do anything we wanna do
It's all up to me and you

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us, we got the party with us

Radio, let me be a DJ
I'll turn you up, keep us moving 'til we're on a roll
Everyone is dancing to their own beat
And letting go, everybody here's gotta soul

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be
We're kicking it together, it's so good to be free
We got each other and that's all we need
The rest is up to you and me

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us
We got the party, we got the party

Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer
That nothing can stand in our way today
Let's find a place to play

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
(We got the party with us)
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows

We got the party, we got the party
We got the party, we got the party with us
We got the party with us

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We Got The Party (With Us) - Lyrics - Hannah Montana

Title: We Got The Party (With Us)
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Greg Wells, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Come on, guys, tell me what we're doing
We hang around when we could be all over the place
The sun is shinin', just the way we like it
Let's get out of this hall and show the world our face

It's Friday but there's nowhere to go
Anywhere is cool but we're not going home
And we can do anything we wanna do
It's all up to me and you

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us, we got the party with us

Radio, let me be a DJ
I'll turn you up, keep us moving 'til we're on a roll
Everyone is dancing to their own beat
And letting go, everybody here's gotta soul

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be
We're kicking it together, it's so good to be free
We got each other and that's all we need
The rest is up to you and me

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us
We got the party, we got the party

Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer
That nothing can stand in our way today
Let's find a place to play

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
(We got the party with us)
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows

We got the party, we got the party
We got the party, we got the party with us
We got the party with us

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Pease Porridge - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Pease Porridge
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): A Goodhart, David Jolicouer, Kelvin Mercer, H Magidson, Vincent Mason, Brian Birthright, Prince Paul A Hoffman

Lyric:
Yo, gee, yo, word up, gee, man
Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?
Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man
Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time

Word up, yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?
They ain't punks, man, yo man, those kids are wack man
Straight up booty, wack, yo but, yo, that Buddy
That was kind of fly, man and Potholes?, Slammin', Slammin'

Yeah, it was, word up, yo it was but forget that man, after they
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Came out with 'Plug One, Plug Two' then 'Potholes', yo
(Pease porridge in the pot)

Then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots
(Nine days old )

Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there
(Pease porridge in the pot)

Yeah, all right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers
(Pease porridge in the pot)
Show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them
(Nine days old )

My name, my name, my name is the Pasta
Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance
The funk, the funk, funky, funky stuff I bring

My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues
Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others
Get played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also and also and also by some foul brothers

The pease, the pease the pease porridge never failed
It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry
But late but lately loonies actin' real bold
Can't sip in luxury, my apple cranberry

Girls watch and watch and watch I dance the big tut
Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
Don't real, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue
Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the mega mix

Yo, Miss Thing, yo Merissa, what's up?
You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night?
Yo I was there and those De La kids was fightin'
Yo they was wildin', word man?

Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on
The dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to
Them and said somethin' about hippies, then punks
And the chubby one, Plug Three?

Yeah, Plug Three, yeah I know him
All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him
Real quick, think he didn't when he did and then them
Other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other

Ones, the other ones? The Violators
The Violators, right, right, throwin' chairs and they didn't care
Who they was hittin', you think they wasn't?
Yeah, I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs
Things like that, you know

Question, and that's if only I can ask this question
Can I? Yes you can
Why do people think just because we speak peace
We can't blow no joints? I-I-I don't know

Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge
You know it keeps me peacefully, no?
Yeah but my tolerance level has now peaked
And now it's time for some heads to get flown

We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers
A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink
Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick

But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm
I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm
We kick, we kick, we kick a verse of unity
And shack and shackle steps to the beat, beat

I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons
And sip the porridge deep into my system
So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode
Inside the studio or on a road

The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step
It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep
To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag
It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music
Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow
Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball
Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled

Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up
It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoyin' pups
Throw on the Touchin' Fingers serenade
So we can throw our lemonade in their face and kick their little butts

And off and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Lovely to the ribcage, wouldn't you say so Squirrel?
(One at a time, touch together)

Indeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of formulate
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Combination but look at the hoodlum tryin' to escape
(One at a time, touch together)

Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
Trying to escape but he, ah, just got his ass busted
(One at a time, touch together)

People wanna get ragged with the reruns
Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit
They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none
I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit

The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold
We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown
Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways
But when but when we fly that head all the people say

Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge
'Cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like
In my land, my people adore Porridge
And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent

And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire
And listen to our rituals and they are so violent
I don't understand, I don't understand

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old

Pease porridge in the pot

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