Life In A Museum - Lyrics - A Static Lullaby

Title: Life In A Museum
Artist: A Static Lullaby
Composer(s): Dan Arnold, Joe Brown

Lyric:
The scene has retaken shape
It seems your stuck in the middle
The legs of your lover have spread for another
You?re invaded and coming undone

Retrace, recount, reuse
Become, believe, be well
Impress, impose, embark
Conceal, connect, conquer

You give it all, it sometimes fade away
We give it all, we all just fade
It?s not love, we?re not love

You give it all, it sometimes fade away
We give it all, we all just fade
It?s not love, we?re not love

But I?m not perishing 'cause vengeance holds my hand
To be lost amongst the slaves
We're shackled, shackled and blistering
It's now lust that holds my hand, tonight I?ll find my way

So, now you think this is safe
Oh boy, you better be careful
And oh, I?ve never had the chance for this kind of love
I?m infected, I'm coming undone

Retrace, recount, reuse
Become, believe, be well
Impress, impose, embark
Conceal, connect, conquer

But I?m not perishing 'cause vengeance holds my hand
To be lost amongst the slaves
We're shackled, shackled and blistering
It's now lust that holds my hand, tonight I?ll find my way

Find my way

Retrace, recount, reuse
Become, believe, be well
Impress, impose, embark
Conceal, connect, retrace, recount

But I?m not perishing 'cause vengeance holds my hand
To be lost amongst the slaves
We're shackled, shackled and blistering
It's now lust that holds my hand, tonight I?ll find my way

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Untouchables - Lyrics - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Untouchables
Album: Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
This is poetry in motion
Try to catch on, stay close to the host
And MC's try to make the road rough but I'm coastin'
Ladies hear the rhymes rub 'em on like lotion

Hit spots soothin', can't stop movin'
Go ahead, bust a sweat and you can bet I'm still coolin'
When I detain it's a brainstorm
Never the same form, every brain I rained on is warm

Takin' a trip through Memory Lane to Melody
See if you could tell if these thoughts to fell MC's
Could do you justice but you can't touch this
Some kid just tried to bust this but he just missed

I'm universal and much more merciful
So versatile with the style it's reversible
I get away even if I say a curse or two
First, let me bust another verse for you

Your arms too short to box with Ra, so quit
You don't want no kind of conflict
Or you'll get stripped as the rhyme is ripped
Pick up the pieces now ain't that peace, yeah I'm hip

Everything I said flows since my intro
I plant a thought extend and then grow
Holdin' my pen tightly it might be controversy at first
When I write the chords of research

Don't just take it for granted
When I'm gone my mind remains a planet
If I keep buildin' and teach the children
So when they read in between the lines it's filled in

I break to meditate, not a peep, concentrate
Till I'm deep awake but not asleep
At the same time risin' and advertisin' what is true
Keep advised and you can stay wise and I'm untouchable

Comin' over the bridge, take a peak at the skyline
'Cause that's how I shine not only when I rhyme
My culture's makin' me stronger, mentally
Physically I'm powerful poetry now that could be

Labeled as art placed in a museum
Style'll make scenery, now you see 'em
Exhibit a knowledge that's packed and filled with
Nothin' illiterate, it's facts I build with

My mind's untouchable which means intangible
Contents never dense, it's understandable
I study life, so I can live it the right way
No time to hear what another brother might say

Why sell a capsule of crack I don't have to?
I rhyme and sign million dollar contracts to
Put message on records that's graced with hard bass
Smugglin' microphones, this ain't Scarface

Whoever talked that talk, I wanna hawk
And don't try to 'Escape From New York'
Cross a 110th Street lookin' for a problem
It's 'Hell Up In Harlem', watch Ra solve 'em

I hear the music clear as I get near
The hundred and twenty fifth street Apollo Theater
Take a step back when I rap I step up to you
I'm untouchable

Put on my thinking cap pump the track
Test your reflex relax but in contact
You fold and lose control, so hold your partner closer
You're supposed to keep your composure

But you hear the drum said go then it gets so hype
It's like nitro opponents get petro
Remember the trademark left by the R
That's never soft or smooth, it's comin' off the hardest

In effect, you could die-tect the impostor
Takin' my props, Rakim is still proper
I'm a prophet, you can't stop it when I drop it
Everything I say, coincide with the topic

Thoughts bounce around till my skull is fractured
Inside my brain it's all manufactured
As we go deeper it's hard to find
Don't even think about it 'cause you can't read my mind

It's clear so therefore you need a ear or inclined
In the mind with some kind of idea for the style
I'm advertisin' what is true, keep advised
That you stay wise and the mind is untouchable

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Mark Rothko Song - Lyrics - Dar Williams

Title: Mark Rothko Song
Artist: Dar Williams
Composer(s): Dar Williams

Lyric:
The blue it speaks so full
It's like the beauty, one can barely stand
Or too much things dropped in your hand
And there's a green like the peace in your heart sometimes

Painted underneath the sheets of ashy snow
And there's a blue like where the urban angels go, very bright
Now the Calder mobile tips a biomorphic sphere
Then it swings its dangling pieces, round to other paintings here

Your behavior is so male
It's like, you can't explain yourself to me
I think, I'll ask Renoir to tea
For his flowers are as real as they are all the time

And the sunlight sets the furniture aglow
It's a pleasant time as far as people go, how far do they go?
Well his roses are perfect and his words have no wings
I know what he can give me and I like to know these things

I met her at the funeral
She said, "I don't know what he meant to me
I just know he affected me
An effect not unlike his art, I believe"

The service starts and we are in the know
He had so much to say but more to show and ain't that true of life?
So we weep for a person who lived at great cost
Yet we barely knew his powers 'til we sensed that we had lost

A friend and I in a museum room
She says, "Look at Mark Rothko's side
Did you know about his suicide?"
Some folks were born with a foot in the grave but not me, of course

And she smiles as if to say, we're in the know
Then she names a coffee place where we can go, uptown
Now the painting is desperate but the crowds wash away
In a world of kind pedestrians who've seen enough today

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Hey Nas - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Hey Nas
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Kenni Burke, Nasir Jones, Allan Felder, Salaam Gibbs, Norma Wright

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Lyric:
The phone rings
Another peaceful moment is lost
Latifah's chest jingle in "Set It Off"
I press pause in the bed as a king
I let it ring 4 or 5 times
Answer while I'm puffin' my green
It's Tamika sayin', "Hi Nas"
I caught a flashback of her askin' me
Was I asthmatic 'fore I tapped that
She offered me dinner under the moon
I said, "Sorry, I made plans at Ray's Boom-Boom Room"

Nine push-ups, strength's gone
At the tenth one so why hook up
The pimp's gone off the Platron Tequila
Put on my Lee's and the original Fila's
Sedated from L's, 380 cocked
Naked ladies laid up in tails
Like Whodini I chose, gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go

Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know when will they learn
Nas need a queen not a hoe to
Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
But not a hype chick
Someone with proper energy
Someone who's into me but won't fuck with my enemies
And you can sing along 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be groovin'
But let's take it slow

One for the honeys who roll blunts up but don't smoke
Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke
Three for the G they got, they game is hot I give it to you
Double life wife play with the man that's livin' with you
Here's the issue a woman gotta be stunnin'
Get to a man's heart through his stomach
You gotta be skilled in the culinary arts
Know a brother stay mad hungry when he spark

Hit the museum, maybe Central Park, you mentally smart
Picture we in Tiffany, you becomin' my counterpart
If I want Chinese then you buy me a wok
If you want barbeque I call Professor and Ock
'Cuz you point out my enemies, someone who's into me
But not a hyper chick someone with the proper energy
A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
And you could be the one 'cuz I'm lovin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name, and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be cruisin'
But let's take it slow

Slow is the way
Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys
Hope and I pray where I run at you
Run away with me
That's if my gun get busy
We gotta get outta there
Hear sirens jump in the stick
Drop a sedan and hide for years
Like none else in the world

Did this except for us two
You gotta trust me, I gotta trust you
If coppers bust me it's me you rescue
This to the death boo
You rep me respectfully that's how I rep for you
Retired from pimpin', perspire is drenchin'
As we suck and fuck each other's minds out commission
Time's out forbidden
Until we pass out, that's when we stop

We give it all we got, give it all we got, we hot
Give it all we got, give it all we got, we rock
Give it all we got, give it all we got

You 'bout the baddest thing
Since Michael had Billy Jean
And Prince gave you diamonds and pearls
But to be my queen you must
Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
But not a hype chick, someone with proper energy
Someone who's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
And you can be the one 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name, and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be cruisin'
But let's take it slow

I can be what you said
That you need, I can be, all that
I can be, I can have your back, baby
I can be what you said
That you need, I can be, all that
I can be, I can have your back, baby

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Z - The Bounce - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - The Bounce
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): William Pettaway, Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Just point out the bounce, show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, jeah Timbo the King, yeah
Young Hov' the King, yeah just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga ya, listen

Rumor has it 'The Blueprint Classic'
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever
Of a revolutionary Jay Guevero

Now it's a whole museum of Hov' Mcers
Everybody dupin' the flow you see 'em
Everybody loopin' up soul
It's like you tryin' to make 'The Blueprint 2 before Hov'

Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kan-Yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barely dancin', glancin' every chance they get
Like oh shit, he's so handsome

Still in demand in the longest run standin'
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible

Point out the bounce
And show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce
I turn a 8 to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce
Timbo the King nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga
Uhh, I got y'all

For those that think Hov' fingers bling blingin'
Even haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is and singled that out
To be the meanin' of what he is about

And bein' I'm about my business, not minglin' much
Runnin' my mouth that shit kept lingerin'
But no dummy that's the shit I'm sprinklin'
The album width to keep the registers ringin'

In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Jeah, you jinglin' baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby

Business mind of a Ross Perot
But never lost my soul
Crossed the line
I bought pop across the row

Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin' them O's like a real
O.G should oh, he's good, no he would
Never sell out he's so young

Point out the bounce
And show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce
I turn a 8 to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce
Timbo the King nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga
Uhh, yeah, jeah

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread man even said, "You're a monster"

Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C, O.G, Bobby Johnson's son

Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?
I seen MTV I know who you are
You did takeover did you got beef with Nas?"
I did take over the game, brought back the soul

I got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
All I, know, I got's the flow
And I don't play 'coz I'm from Chicago

And show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce
I turn a 8 to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce
Timbo the King nigga
Uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga

Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce

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Flashing Lights - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Flashing Lights
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Kanye West, Eric Hudson

Lyric:
Flashing lights
Flashing lights
Flashing lights
Flashing lights

She don't believe in shootin' stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the store's departments

You more like love to start shit
I'm more of the trips to Florida
Ordered the hors d?oeuvres, views of the water
Straight from a page of your favorite author

And the weather's so breezy
Man, why can't life always be this easy?
She in the mirror dancin' so sleazy
I get a call like, "Where are you, Yeezy?"

And try to hit you with the ol' wopty
Till I got flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than a Nazi

As I recall I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
But what do I know
(Flashing lights)
What do I know
(Flashing lights)
Know

I know it's been a while, sweetheart
We hardly talk, I was doin' my thang
I know it was bad, baby
Aye babe, lately you been all on my brain

And if somebody woulda told me a month ago
Frontin' on, yo, I wouldn't want to know
If somebody woulda told me a year ago
It'd go get this difficult

Feelin? like Katrina with no FEMA
Like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no visa
First class with the seat back, I still see ya

In my past, you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory's museum
I'm just sayin', hey Mona Lisa, come home
You know you can't Rome without Caesar

As I recall I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
But what do I know
(Flashing lights)
What do I know
(Flashing lights)
Know

As you recall you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
But what do you know
(Flashing lights)
What do you know
(Flashing lights)
Know

Flashing lights
Flashing lights

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Wax Museum - Lyrics - The Ringmaster - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Wax Museum
Album: The Ringmaster
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Greeting, welcome to the gypsy of fortunes
Your coin was very much appreciated
And now I shall grant you your future

It seems my cards of Tarot have dealt you a very odd hand
A hand of six jokers card, this is very rare
And suggest something neusant is approaching
You should be visited by a dark circus
A circus that holds pain and anguish

This traveling mass of evil will leave your corpse to rot
While entrapping your soul to displayed at future stops
Oh, yes, you should also be aware that it is your own evil doings
That have brought about this carnival's visit

All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life
Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one
One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life
One sinister beast, one known only as Ringmaster

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum
Thousands of dead souls covered in wax
All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter
Are strange and wondrous creations of the one
And the only leader of them all
So both dead and undead, please welcome the Ringmaster
Purpose, question, kill

The ICP is of the Ringmaster
And the Ringmaster's of the attunes of mankind
Gya, motherfucker, now you gotta face your worst enemy
And that's yourself
Every wicked thing you've ever done has come back now
And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy

Us, we're just clowns
We just work for the Ringmaster
With the wave of his magic wand
I step forward, wind back
And swing this battle axe
Upside your motherfucking head, ooh

So step right up 'cause the Ringmaster
Takes you on the ride of your life
Horror and fear, smiles and tears
And oh, ever so over do

The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky
Through the forest and down the river
Along the valley, over the hill
And down the trail and up the sidewalk
Only to surprise you and yours
At your very front door, let's go, motherfuckers

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Livin' Astro - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: Livin' Astro
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yeah, every morning I wake up lookin' in the mirror
I am the original Black Elvis
That's right, when you see me with my wig to the side
Wearin' my short leather jacket

Marilyn Monroe on my back
I'm livin that life, I'm for real with this
That's what I think about
I like to tell my fans

I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin' autographs for rappers, while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly for Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid

Ivory soap, this is clean, feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll to Detroit in Sedan DeVille's
I throw my skully on, big robe like Marvin Gaye
Step in the front row, Primetime, I move your way

Budweiser Fest, soundcheck, demanding more respect
I come correct through the Metro and turn y'all petrol
I'm up here early, bitin' donuts, sippin' on espresso
While you sleep, I creep, gainin' ground by the week

Ampex reels, makin' phone calls, I'm closin' deals
I move with skill
Ride through Philly Streets in Cherry Hill
I'm doin' it well, I'm doin' it swell, yeah

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV, level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One, two, one, two

Movin' roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio
I talk swift the rock king black Romeo
I pack clubs, promoters put me out in Tokyo
Damage your area, I'ma launch a fierce missile

I roll schools, movin' butt like I'm toilet tissue
What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you
Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Britteclaw
New Jersey Nets, real man, you ain't no Donald Hillman

Bald head like Slick Watts, I run rap like Mayor Koch
Forward your info, while Tony Lou crank the benzo
Move out your driveway, white girls look, turn they eyeway
Jealous in fact, tryin' to rip the capes off my back

I move with calm and potential, through instrumentals
Y'all front on BET with slum gold, drivin' rentals
I get real Dino, runnin' groups like a rhino
Endin' careers, that's my job, yo' your rap is final

Cancel your in-stores, your new job is moppin' floors
Fixin' tiles, stoppin' potholes up on the roof
You work for service no tips
Man, I speak the truth

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV, level three, when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One, two, one, two

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV, level three, when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One, two, one, two, one, two

Pull your hoods down, I bumrush your afterparty
Have your manager scared, the radio station say, I'm sorry
Pack your bags, I move my luggage to the coliseum
Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum

Changin' my zones, drinkin' cocktails on cellular phones
I tour with Anthrax, through Texas with the Rolling Stones
Booked by the agency, famous artists payin' me
Hotels with fly room, with sneakers starin' at the moon

Mad atmosphere, ridin' first class on British Air
Lobster and steak, while y'all back in time doin' remakes
I'm futuristic, nine-nine, to the year 4000
I make announcements, drop skills then I bounce with fly young ladies

AMG kicks, 2000 Mercedes, brand new models
Only seen one in Colorado, light green metallic in the Shark Bar
Eatin' salad, Lorenzo Wills, valet park, shoppin' in Beverly Hills
Step up your wildest spaceship kid, in the Plymouth Prowler
Comin' down

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV, level three, when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One, two, one, two

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV, level three, when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One, two, one, two

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV, level three, when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One, two, one, two

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Hotel Room 417 - Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Title: Hotel Room 417
Artist: Jane Siberry
Composer(s): Jane Siberry

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Lyric:
Hey baby, I'm in town and I thought I'd give you a call
Maybe we could get together, have dinner, go to a show
Maybe go to a museum, an art gallery
Get to know each other, slowly, over time, don't be nervous, baby

I'm not
And, no, thanks

Hotel du Vie, how can I help you?
Room 417, please
Yeah?

Hi, I'm coming down to your hotel
We've got to talk, buy condoms

I'm startin' at zero

I've come to your hotel room looking like a boy
No makeup, my hair's a mess, I don't want to be coy
I'm here to present something to you
And to see how you feel about it

It's now or we're through, I'm not looking to make friends
I'm not interested in who you are or getting to know you
Going to art galleries or museums
I just want to know if we can make good loving together
And get out of here if we can't

I find that time is just speeding by
And I just don't have time for having my time speedin' by
And thieves keep eatin' my time

I'm startin' at zero

So how do you feel about it?
How do you feel about me arriving here with just one goal?
The goal being the possibility of going straight to soul-to-soul
And there's only way that I'll know if we can meet there
It's to touch me, touch me

Hmm, yeah, that'll do alright
Okay stop, I want to double check
Touch me, yeah
What room is this?

Straight to the heart
I'm startin' at zero
This is how I choose to live my life

Okay, so I didn't say it too well
But the intent that I came to your hotel room with
Is one of respect for you
Coming from a place of respect to another human being

Being straight ahead, not playing those games
I don't want to do the dance
You picked the wrong girl

I'm startin' at zero

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